METANOIA

 

Why I am Refusing to Hunt the Wicked

by sambell

In the hushed threshold between life and death, in the liminality of breath that slows before cessation, I have spent decades attuning myself—not merely to spoken language, but to the ineffable, to the resonance beneath silence.

As a speech pathologist with over 40 years of experience in hospitals and hospice settings, I have encountered countless individuals in their most vulnerable hours, where the temporal begins to dissolve into the eternal. This unique perspective has allowed me to attune myself to the ineffable, to the resonance beneath silence.

It is within these sacred encounters, and through a longstanding communion with my guardian angel, Daisy, that I have discerned a vocational boundary.

My commitment is clear: I will support the wounded, the grieving, and those who are spiritually disoriented. This is the purpose of my spiritual connection, not to pursue those who have caused harm.

My stance is not a repudiation of justice; it is a deeper assent to divine order. I understand this as the inherent balance and harmony in the universe, guided by a higher power.

To grasp this commitment, one must navigate the corridors of mystical theology, a branch of theology that explores the mysterious aspects of faith; philosophical anthropology, the study of the nature and essence of humanity; and the spiritual history of our species, the collective spiritual journey of humankind.

We must distinguish between retribution and transformation, and wholeheartedly embrace the domain of metanoia, a Greek term for spiritual transformation.

In the contemplative practice of end-of-life care, we are called not merely to provide comfort, but also to serve as translators of liminal experiences.

Our task is to interpret the inarticulate—the tremor in the hand, the faltering breath, the gaze that seeks eternity.

Over time, I came to recognize what Celtic Christianity calls the thin places, locations or moments where the veil between the corporeal and incorporeal grows translucent, facilitating a deeper spiritual connection.

In such moments, consciousness shimmers between worlds, and one will encounter a transmission that surpasses language.

Daisy, my guardian angel, emerged as a consistent and clarifying presence following a pivotal spiritual initiation during my time under the mentorship of Sylvia Celeste Browne. From that moment, our collaboration has not been one of magical thinking, but of intentional, service-oriented mysticism. She is no totem nor projection; Daisy is a being of Light, a messenger from a Source whose fidelity is to the divine pattern of healing, not punishment.

That I refrain from using my spiritual blessing to locate those who inflict harm is not due to incapacity, but to an unwavering ethical constraint. To manipulate divine communion in the service of vengeance—even if cloaked in justice—risks deforming the soul. The soul of the seeker, the victim, and the collective field of human conscience.

Throughout sacred history, those entrusted with spiritual gifts have been summoned to this moral crucible. Within the ancient Egyptian mystery schools of Isis and Thoth, spiritual capacity was reserved for the restoration of ma’at—cosmic balance. In the early Christian desert fathers and mothers—the abbas and ammas—there existed a discernment to channel insight toward mercy rather than retribution. Likewise, among the Andean Pachakutis, ritual power is not weaponized against the violator, but applied to recalibrate the field that has absorbed trauma.

Contemporary society, by contrast, often conflates justice with retaliation. But in the deeper mystical traditions—those preserved in silence, obscured by empire, or driven underground—justice is restorative.

It is the art of healing what was fractured, not punishing what was broken.

Loved one, let me be unequivocal: the one who commits murder or abuse has enacted a grievous offense against love. Yet even such individuals, however profoundly obscured, remain imprinted with divine origin. It is this metaphysical certainty that undergirds my refusal to weaponize my gifts for punitive ends. Instead, I choose to believe unwaveringly in the transformative power of love and forgiveness, offering hope and inspiration to all.

From the vantage of the Akashic field—an esoteric yet increasingly resonant paradigm akin to quantum consciousness—the lifepath of every soul is encoded not as judgment, but as experience.

These are not ledgers of sin but matrices of consequence, intention, and spiritual apprenticeship.

Even the soul of a murdered child may, in its pre-incarnational state, have consented to such a passage—not as condemnation, but as a catalytic offering to the collective evolution of those who remain.

This is not to trivialize grief. Instead, it transfigures it with sacred context.

When I dowse to locate a missing or deceased child, I enter into covenant with that soul’s final earthly desire: to be acknowledged, recovered, and dignified.

The act aligns with Daisy’s frequency, which is steeped in compassion, integrity, and nonjudgment.

To pivot toward the perpetrator would necessitate a shift—toward control, toward retributive energy, toward a vibration incompatible with divine mercy.

My vessel is not designed for that function, nor do I feel that Daisy’s is.

My focus, therefore, remains on the living who carry the wound—the bereft mother, the fractured father, the siblings whose world has collapsed.

I apply all that I have learned in the art of language, resonance, and soul-healing to restore their capacity to feel, to speak, to integrate.

Because healing the victim is not just pastoral—it is preventative. A mother held in sacred recovery may raise her other children without imprinting trauma.

A family supported in love rather than fear becomes the foundation of a new social order.

And if the soul of the perpetrator is ever pierced—not by punishment but by holy sorrow—then their own angelic companion may initiate them into repentance, shadow work, and ultimately, reintegration.

This is true justice—not the constriction of a prison cell, but the liberation of a soul from its own distortion.

“But does this not let the wicked go free?” some may object.

No—it offers the only solution that transforms: spiritual accountability.

Many sacred traditions, from Buddhism to mystical Christianity to Incan cosmology, speak of pre-incarnational contracts.

These frameworks do not absolve perpetrators; they contextualize human suffering within the arc of soul evolution, providing a broader perspective that can comfort and reassure us all.

To heal the wounded is to shift the vibrational field of humanity. I term this Christic entrainment: the harmonization of consciousness around the resonance of unconditional love, as lived and revealed by the Christ.

Just as tuning forks induce resonance, so too does one healed soul call others into coherence. This is not mere metaphor; it finds affirmation in quantum theory, neuroplasticity, and nonlocal mind research.

When the collective frequency of forgiveness—never to be confused with permissiveness—reaches a critical mass, the human field undergoes a structural shift. This field, I believe, interfaces with the bardo, the occupying space between lifetimes, and with what mystics name the fourth and fifth dimensions. The fifth dimension is not imaginative sentiment—it is the frequency domain of unity consciousness, where dualities dissolve and souls remember their origin.

Loved one, you inhabit a world that equates power with domination, justice with revenge. But there exists a quieter, more enduring power: radical compassion.

When a soul harms another, they are entrapped in a cycle of blindness and pain.

To pursue them in fury may interrupt one act of violence—but risks embedding that violence in yourself.

Loved one, To pour Light instead into the site of wounding—to become the sacred balm rather than the avenger—is to transmute the field.

This is the vocation of the guardian: to restore, to resonate, to reconcile.

Therefore, I will not do so to hunt the offender. I will dowse to find the missing child. I will pray with the mother. I will sit in silence with the father. I will walk beside Daisy and other Light-bearing intelligences to co-create healing in the aftermath of darkness. For every time love emerges from sorrow, the grip of evil is loosened.

And if, in some distant moment, the soul of the offender awakens—not in fear, but in awe-struck contrition—then redemption begins not only for them, but for us all.

Because every soul, no matter how wayward, issues from the same Light. And to that Light, in the fullness of time, we shall all return.

You and all your loved ones are always in my prayers

Samuel Joseph Bell

Civilian Journalist

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