What Happens To The Soul of a Child Predator After He Dies
Originally posted on Jul 12, 2019 on medium.com/@shamandao
Trigger Warning. All stories are based on actual events. All spiritual and physical names, genders and locations have been changed to protect the identity of each one of my clients.
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What happens to a child predator after he dies?
I could feel a heaviness inside of my client, a different inner knowing from speaking to the six year old spirit I found attached to her. The first soul fragment I found was that of David, then Heather, then Sherry and even though each of these children told me they were alone, I felt something different.
“I am calling out to the one who has been hurting these children. I am calling out to you, the one who hurt these innocent children, what is your name?!” I commanded.
“Patrick…” he responded out from my client who was in hypnosis.
“You… how many, how many children were there Patrick?” I asked as I tried calming my boiling blood.
“Twenty-three.”
I exhaled the breath I held. He continued, “I’m not sorry about it.” I felt my soul move and about to jump into the spiritual realm and choke him. My soul stayed inside my body instead because his karma would be returned to him ten fold.
“Alright, here’s what we’re going to do, as this is what I do for all the spirits I find attached to my clients. I am opening up the Light, but I already know there’s another door opening as we speak,” I said.
“I don’t want to go there,” he said.
“It’s not up to me Patrick, my job is to find and release you. My job is to help not only my client, but to transition you to where you belong and to send back the soul fragments of each of those twenty-three souls you robbed, those you molested. You robbed them of their innocence!” I cried out, tears streaming down my face as the door opened for him. A door that led to a pure blackness.
“I don’t want to go there,” he said again.
I watched them take him through my third eye, they took him inside that door, a door which I knew led down underground into a world that people would call hell. I closed my eyes after I instructed my client to keep her eyes closed and to continue to breathe, my job was not finished yet.
“To the twenty-three that Patrick hurt, I am calling out to you. I am calling out to each of the soul fragments he broke off of each of your souls and I am sending it back to those of you whom are still alive today, so that you stop searching for the parts of you that believed you have been missing your entire lives,” tears slid down my face with each word I spoke, “to those of you, I give you back a part of your soul, so that you can feel complete, so you can become whole again.”
This child predator died in 1987, most of the children were about 6–8 years old. They would be about my age today.
I cried. I cried so much after this session because I know what it feels like to have a part of my soul taken from me without my permission. I was the same age as them as it happened and I cry now as type as I know what it feels like to search far and wide for parts of myself that I couldn’t explain to people that I felt was missing.
I also know what it feels like when the fragments of my soul return back to me, so I can feel whole again.
People always wonder and ask me, how do you know that they’re there? How can you tell?
I, like so many others, had an addictive personality, which I used to believe was one of my worst traits. A never ending empty hole I fed time and time again, but never felt full.
Because it was the part of my soul that my predator took, a piece that I have traveled through dimensions to retrieve from him.
When the time came to my own self-development and understanding, I went all in and I never looked back. I cleared myself of everything and everyone who no longer served me, grew me or made me happy, so that could serve others and hone into the core of who I am and what I can do for people. And as a recovering perfectionist, that kind of played a part too.
Blessed be.