I whined to my metaphysical buddies last weekend while we were at a psychic fair. The number of people walking around the fair had slowed to a crawl, and we decided to take a break and spend quality time with one another. Each of us has a specialty in working with energy. My friends happen to work with universal vibrations, things that are not related to Earth but that affect Earth. It’s complicated, but suffice it to say that they work against hostile alien energy, and I primarily work with Earth frequencies. We all work with different dimensions.

Most of the time, I remove negative energy from people, places, and things. That’s the bulk of what I do. I am an energy healer who sends energy to my clients, who work to heal themselves. I can manipulate energy, change it, transmute it, etc. I can do that across time, space, and dimensions. I’m not bragging. These are things others can do as well. In that way, I’m not special. My point is that I’m good at spiritual energy issues. It’s my playground. While I have been “playing” in different dimensions, that has been for expanding my spiritual progress, not training to help clients. Apparently, I was mistaken about that.

Lately, the universe has been “upping” the stakes on the clients I’ve been getting. I still get the run-of-the-mill “I have an attachment. Can you remove it?” Now, the questions are getting more involved. This past weekend, for the first and hopefully last time, I heard, “I have an open portal in my stomach. Can you close it?”

WTF?

I responded that I didn’t know if I could until I scanned them and saw what was what. I’ve been around long enough to understand that not all things can be fixed/handled/corrected by me. Sometimes, things are complicated, and while I might play a part in someone’s healing, they might need to see someone else to help them heal a different aspect of the issue. Some things are not in my area of expertise, but the universe seems to be expanding my playground.

It started a few years ago when I was giving a class about detecting portals. We were rolling along great. Everyone was paying attention and asking insightful questions. Then one of the participants stands up and says, “I think I have a portal attached to me.” At that point, I had never seen one attached to a person. Hovering in midair, yes. On the side of a tree or building, yes. Open and attached to a person’s side, never. Yet, here we were in the middle of class with a person claiming to have one stuck to her side. I can’t say I saw that one coming when planning the class.

With her permission, I scanned her, and sure enough, she had an open portal stuck to her right side from the level of her stomach to the bottom of her hip. If that wasn’t crazy enough, something was coming out of it. An octopus-like creature was working its way into our dimension by glomming onto her. As everyone had a mixture of horror and fascination on their faces, I decided to turn it into a teaching moment. Waste not, want not, I say.

I told everyone in the class to get up and feel the creature’s energy before I removed it. Some declined, which was fine as this certainly wasn’t what I signed up for. Once the entity was removed, I let them feel the energy of the dimension on the other side of the portal. If you’re curious, to me, it was colder, like putting your hand on something cold in the refrigerator on a hot day. I closed the portal once all the curiosity in the room was satisfied. They all wanted to feel the difference between the portal being closed and our classmate’s energy being returned to the relative state of normal.

This was my first foray into dimensional portals with something stepping through when I was looking at it. I’ve had smaller portals since then, but nothing so dramatic as the woman who showed up saying she had a portal in her stomach. Fast forward to last weekend. I scanned the woman’s stomach and found something, but it wasn’t a portal. It was a wormhole.

To me, the difference between portals and wormholes has to do with distance. A portal is like stepping through a doorway and ending up in another room. A wormhole is like stepping through the doorway and ending up in someone else’s house 10 miles away. The woman had a wormhole. At the end of the wormhole was an entity attempting to exchange her energy with its own to come into this dimension. Long story short, the entity’s energy was sent back while my client’s energy was recalled from that dimension, and then both sides of the wormhole were closed.

To my friends who routinely deal with larger dimensional portals, wormholes, and other universal-level things, I said, “I closed a wormhole in a client’s stomach. It was a small one, but still.” One of them said, “Oh, fun.” If one of them said that to me, my reaction would have been, “Oh, sh*t.”

They have both said that it’s time I come play with them in the bigger energies of the universe, but while I don’t think I’m ready for that, the universe keeps sending me greater challenges.