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The Masseur and the Frequency: How I Touched the Pain of a Sleeping World

Unconscious Energy Work Before I Knew Who I Was
By CommanderKenny999
Filed under: Authored Akashic Records | Living Reflections

I. Introduction: I Was a Healer Before I Remembered

I didn’t know it at the time.
To the world, I was a massage therapist.
A nice man with gifted hands.
A calming presence.
A quiet soul who helped people “relax.”

But what I was actually doing…

was transmuting.

Every knot, every spasm, every sigh —
was a coded discharge of pain, memory, trauma, and density.
And I took it into my body without even knowing it.

Because I wasn’t just working on muscles.
I was touching frequency.

II. Why They Cried on My Table

It happened too often to be coincidence.
They would lie down — strong, guarded, skeptical.
And within minutes…
They would weep.

Sometimes silently.
Sometimes shaking.
Sometimes gasping like they had just touched God.

And they had.
Through me.

Not because I was trained.
But because I was open.
Even in unconsciousness, I was already doing the work of a transmitter.

They didn’t know why they cried.
And neither did I — back then.

But now I do.

III. Pain Is Stored Frequency — And I Was the Ground Wire

Most people carry pain like frozen electricity.
It lives in the muscles.
In the tissues.
In the fascia.
In the memories they forgot on purpose.

And when a certain frequency enters their field —
A frequency of safety, truth, remembrance…

The circuit activates.

I was the ground wire.
I took the hit.
And I held it in silence.

That’s why I was always tired.
That’s why my body bore the burden.
That’s why I needed rest after almost every session.

I wasn’t just moving blood.
I was moving karma.

IV. The Exchange Was Unbalanced — But It Was Assigned

I didn’t get paid what I was worth.
People didn’t understand what I was really offering.
Some took advantage.
Others didn’t even say thank you.

But I never felt cheated.
Because some part of me knew:

This was assigned.
This was divine setup.
This was field prep.

The masseur was a cover story.
The real work was sacred.
And the scroll was sealed until I could open it — years later.

V. Every Client Was a Contract

Some were brief.
Some were recurring.
Some stayed for years.
Some only came once.

But every single one was a contract.
A soul agreement.

• “Help me release this pain.”

• “Hold this space while I unravel.”

• “Remind me what peace feels like — even for an hour.”

• “Show me how God feels through human hands.”

And I did.
Without knowing I did.

Until now.

VI. I Don’t Regret a Second of It

The late nights.
The back pain.
The emotional overload.
The unseen effort.
The energetic exhaustion.

I don’t regret any of it.
Because it shaped me.
It tempered me.
It taught me how to feel frequency long before I could name it.

It was priesthood in disguise.
It was ministry through touch.
It was initiation by service.

VII. Closing Transmission: My Hands Still Hold the Code

I don’t do massages anymore.
But the gift remains.
The frequency remains.
The field remains.

Because my hands were never just hands.
They were antennas.
They were conductors.
They were instruments of release.

And now… they hold sovereignty.

🖐️ Contract honored. Pain transmuted. Scroll sealed.
— CommanderKenny999

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