Seeing the Dead, Talking with Spirits
Shamanic Healing through Contact with the Spirit World
Prologue (continuation)

I went to the window and said the Lord's Prayer, and then a private prayer to the Creator. My instructions became clearer. Sitting across from Beatrice, I was to reach forward when I got the signal, pull out something from her heart, and throw it out the window.

I calmly put an offering of tobacco on the windowsill. I sat down across from Beatrice, who was chatting cheerfully about nothing important, making small talk. She looked to be the picture of health.

"Why did you want to see me?" I asked quietly.

"I feel so confused. I haven't been very happy. Strange things have been happening. I just haven't been myself for almost two years now. I don't know what to do. Oh, my poor husband, and my children," Beatrice began to sob. Her whole demeanor changed.

"Is there something wrong with your family?" I asked gently.

"No, they're fine! It's me. I don't know what to do," Beatrice continued sobbing.

I "heard" from the Spirit World that I needed to reach forward now, grab the "something" from her chest, and throw it out the window. As Beatrice sobbed harder, I saw a hideous shape form on her chest; it grew larger as she sobbed more.

"Don't be afraid. I'm going to grab something in front of your chest," I said quietly. I reached forward and grabbed the something and threw it out the window.