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I'm Elizabeth Flint, a mystic and writer. Here are some projects I'd like to share with you:
- Update: A new essay, "About Rene and the Toxic Supply" has been added.
- Two short pieces, "New Directions In Medicine" and "Transmuting Energy Through the Physical Body," have also been added.
- Check out a selected essay from the archives: "The River of Fear and the River of Love".
- See the Important Warning about Garrison Keillor.
About Rene and the Toxic Supply
February 8, 2025
The first time I saw Rene, she was standing outside her cubicle, enveloped in a cloud of dark energy. Rene Wischhusen was my co-worker at Cubic Transportation Systems, where I was a technical writer. We'd spoken over Zoom but never met, since I worked from home in another state. I took note of what I’d seen and kept a watchful distance that week while onsite.
Rene is married and has two young children. During the team’s weekly Zoom calls, she'd sometimes share little anecdotes about her kids. Periodically, these involved a family outing gone terribly wrong, with one or both kids becoming violently ill. Puke everywhere! Another event ruined!
A family medical emergency was shared as the latest of those humorous mishaps. She was out of the office, her email said. Her five-year-old son was undergoing tests. Attached was a photo of the family smiling from a hospital room. The email was signed, “World’s Worst Mom”. I wondered, since she didn’t say, what he was being tested for. I wrote back sending wishes for a speedy recovery. It never occurred to me that Rene’s kids were sick because she was making them sick.
Until, that is, the disembodied visitors I’ve described elsewhere on this site (see "You Took My Legs"), began doing more than seeking energy. They were now directing poisonous energy at me. Dizziness, a clenching in my stomach, and sudden nausea, were the tell-tale signs that I was under attack once again. The only remedy was to step outside for fresh air, drink some water, maybe eat a small snack, and wait for it to pass.
They’d always show up cocky, fully expecting that in a few minutes, I’d be running to the bathroom or calling 911. Or that I’d die before I could get help, the cause of death undetermined. They’d come at night while I was in bed, but also during the day. I might be watching TV or working on my laptop. When I didn’t react as expected, I’d hear “wait, what?” or “that went nowhere” or “that was enough to kill a horse.” Or, when they discovered I could hear them: “who are you?” Their voices would trail off as they left, mystified.
From what I’ve gathered, each of them carries with them a store of toxic energy that can be directed at a person at any time. They can reserve it and use it sparingly or target people whenever they feel moved to. It’s uncommon to unload it on a person all at once, as rebuilding the store takes time and energy, and they feel incapacitated until they’re back at full strength.
Rene, I came to understand, was one of them. And she was siphoning energy from her children (“my mommy needs me to live,” I heard her son say). But also poisoning them when they misbehaved or when she became irritated.
A couple of years ago, Rene and her family relocated to South Carolina. I quit Cubic shortly thereafter, and so haven’t given her much thought. Recently, though, she came to mind, along with this: Her kids are doing better. But ... Rene's becoming stronger, and it’s now the neighborhood kids who are bearing the brunt of her anger. Brown kids, mostly, who “don’t show proper respect” and “need to be put in their place.” And who are now running home sick, causing their parents to ask, “What happened? Did somebody give you something to eat?”
I’ve asked that Rene be disarmed, that she be stopped from hurting people in this way. I’m told this request has been granted: “Elizabeth, the neighborhood kids are now safe.”
Transmuting Energy Through the Physical Body
February 12, 2025
In my essay, About Rene and the Toxic Supply, I described what it felt like to have a dark, dense energy directed at me by a non-physical visitor intending to do me harm. Dizziness, stomach cramps, and nausea are always the tell-tale signs. They come on very suddenly and very strongly. And, as I mentioned, getting fresh air and sipping water are the best remedies while waiting for the feelings of sickness to subside. What I didn’t mention is that I also often find myself needing to expel a sudden buildup of saliva.
This mechanism has been occurring regularly for about the last ten years, and not always in response to an energetic attack. Some days there is a buildup of saliva that occurs periodically throughout the day. It comes whether I’m home or out driving or in a store shopping. There’s no way to stop it. Some days it’s quite a lot, while on other days, it comes in smaller amounts. Some days, it doesn’t come at all. It appears no different from normal saliva, and if I do have to swallow it, there's no detectable impact (I'm told there is an impact, but I don't notice it).
I have a few ways of managing it. I keep a plastic bowl in my bedroom so that I don’t have to get up every few minutes to go to the sink. For a while, I also kept one in my car, but found it easier to just hold it until I could get to a red light and open my car door. I try to avoid going to the grocery store on heavier days; otherwise, I have to hold it until I get outside and hunt around for a place to let it out. (Public spitting may actually be illegal in some places and is definitely not something most of us want to look at. Women have zero leeway on this; men have a bit more.)
So why am I experiencing this? I’ve never been given much in the way of details about why this happens or how it works, but my best guess is that I am drawing dense energy to me, transmuting it through the physical body, and releasing it, thereby taking it out of circulation. It’s possible that it's simply a way to be of service, out of sight, during this long period of preparation for other kinds of more public work.
New Directions In Medicine
February 15, 2025
It is no coincidence, I think, that western medicine is still largely mechanically-based (pumps, wires, fluids, filters) and that there are so many idiopathic diseases (diseases of unknown origin) and so many autoimmune diseases. In the case of autoimmune disease, it's my belief that the body is thought to be "fighting itself" because what it's actually fighting can't be identified with our current methods of detection.
It might be worth asking whether there are external invasive energies underpinning some types of mental illness (depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, Tourette's syndrome), neurological disorders (multiple sclerosis, myasthania gravis, Stiff Person Syndrome), autism spectrum disorders, attention deficit disorders, chronic fatigue syndrome and fibromyalgia, to name a few.
It is my sense that there is a whole new area of research and discovery that can be initiated once we accept that we human beings are surrounded by dark entities and parasitic etheric bodies that are mostly invisible, but that are affecting our health. Living human beings have an abundance of life force, a "pipeline" to the Source that we take for granted. But not all beings do and so they seek out our tamped down, "second-hand" energy, creating illness in us.
With the changing earth frequencies, the day will come when more and more of us are able to actually see these dark energies, and we will understand that we share our space with them, that they are everywhere. It will then dawn on us that we need to ask whether and how they might be affecting us. But why wait until then?
A Tip On Negative Ion Generators
January 15, 2025
If you suspect you have dark or low-vibrational entities coming into your home, you might consider getting a negative ion generator. Dark entities seem to leave a trail of positive ions wherever they go. If these positive ions build up over time, they can make you feel sick. Headaches, stomach problems, nausea, dizziness, muscle weakness, foggy thinking, over-emotionality, irritability, depression, lethargy are all symptoms I've experienced as a result of the buildup of positive ions in my space. During one period of my life, a light, airy apartment with great energy would become, in as little as three months, unlivable—solely because of the energy left behind by dark entities I could actually see moving around my space at night.
The first ion generator I bought was a big metal box—a commercial grade unit by Blueair that I happened upon in an electronics store and "just knew" I should buy. I kept it next to my bed. It was quiet and seemed to work well, as I was able to live in the same apartment for close to a year without experiencing any of the symptoms that would so regularly appear before in each place I lived, and that would eventually force me out. As a sidenote, a room with a buildup of positive ions will take on a kind of "dead" or "still" feeling. Another clue indicating a potential problem would be that you find yourself feeling considerably better whenever you leave the house.
I've tried a couple of other brands since then—smaller plastic units that are less expensive and just as powerful, I think. The only drawback on those is that they can leave a dusty debris on the floor or wall, especially if placed near any metal. One of these is made by Wein. I'm not sure of the other brand. It was made by a smaller company, and I don't have it with me at the moment. I bought two of those and continue to use them, though not as regularly—one for the living room and one for the bedroom. If you have to choose one space only, I would recommend running it in the bedroom as dark entities are, in my experience, more active at night and will go to wherever you are.
From The Archives ...
The River of Fear and the River of Love
March 28, 2009
Last Easter I sat for a while in my meditation room—a small white room with sunlight streaming in and empty except for my chair. I closed my eyes and went into silence. As I did, an interior vision of the day Jesus was crucified was shown to me. Two scenes:
The first was of a man stepping forward from the crowd to help Jesus carry the cross after he’d fallen under its weight.
The second was after Jesus had died. The scene was of a landscape empty after the crowds had dispersed. All that was left were a few people, and they were silently taking Jesus’ body down from the cross and into the arms of his mother. It was clear no one knew for sure who Jesus was. There was nothing to indicate that this was a turning point in human history. It was simply the aftermath of an all-too-common scene. A bloodthirsty crowd moved on to other entertainment, a family left in private grief.
What I was given to understand is that there are two invisible forces—like parallel rivers—that have run through humanity’s existence, and which are either fed and strengthened, or starved and weakened, by the actions of each person. Fear, of course, finds expression in all kinds of actions based in anger, hatred, envy, etc. And there is love.
The river of fear, having been fed by the cumulative actions of humanity through time, had brought us to this day of the execution of Love itself. On that day, the river of fear won out. The man stepping out from the crowd to help carry the cross was a small ripple of love within the greater force that carried the events of the day to their conclusion.
Given the atrocities of which humanity is capable, it would seem that small acts of disrespect against one another are negligible. They are not, though. They add to the invisible flow of fear, support it and ensure that it continues and thrives. Any act of harm, however small, says in effect: I vote for the continuation of this energy in all of our lives. I vote that it should triumph over love, regardless of whether it takes away a loved one from me or from you.
Harm is almost treated as something which, once received, must be either returned to its sender, or passed along to another. That to let it come to rest with us is a sign of weakness. It is, as we know, often passed within a family from generation to generation. Long-standing feuds between nations or tribes are like mantles that are passed along to each succeeding generation to be carried forward in the name of patriotism and loyalty. It is as if passing along harm is seen as the only way to find balance, to regain dignity, to heal.
The truth is that there is no shame in being on the receiving end of someone else’s fearful or hurtful actions, and no permanent harm sustained. That is the contradiction of doing intentional harm—you leave the object of your hurt essentially untouched at the soul level—and yet leave within your own soul a wound in need of healing.
Another contradiction is that while we in the 21st century are still ruled by an attitude of might is right, still esteem those who wield power via threat, all cultures hold with reverence and gratitude those who have stood for peace and love in the face of fear—Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr., Jesus and others.
Each of us must begin to understand that an intact soul really and truly is one’s most precious possession, and must be guarded and protected. And in the face of intentional hurt, each of us must find the strength to say, in effect—the buck stops here. No matter what comes my way, I will not pass this along.
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