Night Terrors and the Man with Yellow Eyes

Originally posted on Jul 4, 2019 on medium.com/@shamandao

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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A client called me to complain about her daughter’s night terrors.

“She screams in the middle of the night, Carol. She woke me up this morning, standing over me in my bed and told me the man with the yellow eyes is in her room again. Holy shit, Carol, help me, get rid of him!” she yelled.

It’s always interesting when I receive calls from parents who do not know what to do about their children’s night terrors, because whatever they have researched online gives them a rational explanation.

RATIONAL EXPLANTATION: What Causes Night Terrors?

Night terrors are caused by over-arousal of the central nervous system (CNS) during sleep.

Sleep happens in several stages. We have dreams — including nightmares — during the rapid eye movement (REM) stage. Night terrors happen during deep non-REM sleep. A night terror is not technically a dream, but more like a sudden reaction of fear that happens during the transition from one sleep stage to another.

Night terrors usually happen about 2 or 3 hours after a child falls asleep, when sleep moves from the deepest stage of non-REM sleep to lighter REM sleep. Usually this transition is a smooth one. But sometimes, a child becomes upset and frightened — and that fear reaction is a night terror.

I’m pretty rational, all of the above can play a part in their children’s night terrors, but instead of blowing off the idea that an actual man with yellow eyes can be in her daughter’s room, I travel through what some of us call reality and to a different dimension, where I see him. The man with the yellow eyes.

“I’ve been looking for her,” the man with the yellow eyes told me. His dark brown tweed hat tilted to one side, a brown suit to match, “She did me wrong and I have been looking for her,” he said.

I looked at the soul of my client’s daughter. A soul which was older than her physical four-year-old body. I looked at her and saw that she stole from this man back in another lifetime, and he’s been jumping lives to find her for payback. The man with the yellow eyes was on a mission.

I have learned from my lessons before in meddling with people’s karmic debts, this battle was one that I could not fix for her. I could only speak to the daughter’s soul, to tell her who this man was and why he was here and that she was safe in this life.

The man with the yellow eyes was not happy.

I knelt down in the fourth dimension, a dimension I need to astral travel to in order to speak to both souls, “My darling,” I began as I kneeled in front of my client’s daughter, “This man is here because you did something in a past life to him and he’s here because he wants to hurt you, but I want to let you know that you are safe okay? That everything is going to be alright in this life, as long as you remember that you are safe okay?”

I could feel the glare of the man with the yellow eyes behind us and as my soul stood back up, I looked at him, telepathically told him, You are to never come near me or her, you are to always be at a distant, do you hear me?

I phoned my client after the meeting to tell her she needed to go buy a stuffed red ladybug to put in Clover’s room. The red ladybug was a soul signal for her daughter to know that she is safe. Whenever she would feel scared, she could look at it, hold it and her soul would know that she is safe.

“That’s very interesting, Carol,” my client said.

“Why’s that?” I responded.

“Because all the kids in class today came out with drawings and Clover’s drawing was of a big, red ladybug.”

“Good, now remember to go buy her a stuffed toy one, she’ll be alright,” I assured her.

Two days later, I heard from my client that her daugther stopped screaming in the middle of the night, but the man with the yellow eyes would come and go. But this time though, she wasn’t afraid.

He also visited me in my dreams in those two days, his vengenance now directed at me. I could feel his presence when I would wake up, my body heavy as a brick as I tried to lift myself out of bed. I closed my eyes to meet him in the fourth dimension, to remind him he was to never come near me or Clover again.

“It wasn’t up to you to tell her why I was there, this was your fault,” he said.

“You are not banished from this life, you are still here. I choose not to meddle in the karmic cycle of all of you. Now once again, you are never to come near me or Clover or her Mom again, do you hear me? You’ve been messing with me the last couple days and this stops here,” I said.

“And what? What are you going to do about it?” he asked.

“This.”

I stood there and looked at him and called upon the light of the entire Universe to surround him, to box him up. He couldn’t move and stood there as the light dissipated minute by minute, hour by hour. He was free to go after two days.

It’s easy for us to accept the physical and rational explanation of a lot of things, but some things are difficult to describe and wrap our heads around. Children have the wildest imaginations and their imaginary friends could be lost spirits in this realm or souls which attached to them. Their screams of the boogey man could just be, a boogey man. It’s up to us to look under the surface of what is, to see what could be.

Blessed be.