He was called Charon - First hand account of an energy clearing session

(Charon- In Greek mythology, he is the ferryman between the living and the dead)

Scott Clover is my energy healer, I see him for healing sessions monthly. I am still not sure how he is able to see and illuminate things that are going on in my body, but the work is amazing and I trust him and his abilities. In sessions over the year we have worked on several aspects of my energy body, past traumas and family relationships.

I went to see Scott a few months ago, and this particular session was quite unlike the others. He started by asking me about a very specific area of the inside of my body and what I sensed there? He helped me identify a “parasite” or rather something living inside me that was affecting my energy. Now you may think me mad, but most of my life I had heard this “other voice” in my head... it was the voice that said things like “do it, oh fuck it, who cares? you’re worthless, no one will know”. Its voice always whispering in my brain, causing me to doubt myself or to create chaos.

The parasite... Scott guides me through what felt like a healing protocol, and at the same time designed exclusively for me and what I was experiencing. He helped me find the points infected... points that ran through my abdomen. Next, Scott fed me a line of questions for the entity inside me. This is how I found out It had a name! Its name was Charon!

It felt like a congealed mass running along the right side of my spine. Like when you have had a bad cold... the mucous & blood solidifies in your lungs and throat and eventually you cough it up. Kind of like the gelatinous ‘thwungck’ canned meat makes when it slides out of the can.

The task before us was to dislodge and purge this mass from my energetic body. It sounds simple, right? Like taking a massively royal shit?!? Not even close. My mind is funny... it’s a comic book, superhero, sci-fi fantasy, magic, mythos.

Charon was like a worm, snake dragon, silverfish bug, jelly fish, etc. A long thin writhing body with tentacles and thousands micro tendrils everywhere. They were embedded into my nervous system and it ran along my right side from my ear to my hip. We had to “surgically” extract this parasite from my energetic self.

With Scott guiding me, I pulled at it from head to tail. It hurt. Each release brought pain much like plucking a sliver from deep in the flesh. As I progressed, I was having flashes of traumas, like flipping through a Rolodex at high speed. Electrical currents ran through me... popping and crackling away. It was a fight. A fight against my mind, or rather Charon’s, clinging to the pain. It was my stored or bottled up energy to give away. Emotional & spiritual pockets of poisons. Body memories of physical traumas. Abuse. I had to face all of it. I was crying and my limbs were shaking. I was sweating profusely and embarrassingly flatulent.

Scott offered Charon a path out of my body and somewhere else to go. (Another dimension maybe? I’m not quite sure) Oh, but then the power of spirit kicked in. I pushed and pulled at the grotesqueness. Tears streamed down my face. Snot poured out of my nose. Sweat dripped from my forehead as my body hunched. It was like the worst case of dry heaves ever. It held fast, I fought. Then finally there was a release just like the canned meat. It gave way and sloshed up the back of my throat. I was sure I was going to vomit. I was coughing up chunks of mucous as if I was down on my knees praying to the porcelain god. With one last convulse, it was done. Charon left.

In the after shock, I puked up a wee bit of bile and blew gobs out my nose. Then I cried. I cried out of shear relief. I had yanked that vile thing up and out of my body. Wretched it out my throat. It was GONE!

Afterwards I slept for hours in pure exhaustion.

Days later, I realized the voice that had haunted me most of my life was gone. I have not heard it since. Those memories it clung to seem so far away... distant and faded away. I am free.

A. Moreno, March, 2020 NYC