An Encounter with Yu Menglong
I must admit that whenever there is a high profile death, I'm always skeptical of the flurry of mediums that explode on the scene afterwards claiming to have made contact with high profile dead people. I am doubly suspicious when those encounters appear engineered to boost ratings for an obscure YouTube channel. However, I've also had enough bizarre things happen in my life to know that an open mind and heart are always welcome alongside skepticism. This is why whenever I do woo-woo work, I always look or ask for evidence. Evidence of a true encounter is always surprising and reveals the truth behind an experience.
This is why I can confidently say that last night I met Yu Menglong, the young Chinese actor who was tragically (and allegedly) murdered by his own talent agency.
This was a deliberate encounter. I had heard his name before, but last night I learned more about his story and the significance of his death. It was a golden opportunity for me to try out my mediumship skills while at the same time learning more about a murder I was intrigued by. I used a variation of Giesemann's B.L.E.S.S. M.E. method to open my field of awareness and invite Menglong in.
The Evidence
What surprised me when he first entered my field was I got a sense of how tall this man was. He seemed even taller than me (I'm 5'10"). I thought at first that I must have been mistaken, but he insisted that I look it up. Sighing, I dropped out of my field and searched up his height.
"Alright," I said, confident that I was at least on the right path. But I was not quite so sure yet that I actually had Menglong in my field. I knew I had someone there, but to be absolutely sure, I asked for a little piece of evidence.
One of the games that Giesemann likes to play with souls she's in contact with is that she will ask them to put an object in her hand. This object usually sparks recognition for her sitter. In my case, the object had to be something I could quickly and easily verify, and I told Menglong that. This seemed like it might have been a challenge given the language and cultural barriers but Menglong wasn't deterred. He placed a thornless white rose in my hand.
It is moments like this where I invite skepticism. I openly wondered if this was some kind of generation from my own mind because roses are often associated with funerals. Menglong insisted that I look up the Chinese word for rose and then asked me to look up his name alongside the word rose (in English). I did both.
This article from Medium popped up first. The text is irrelevant, but the image is wild.
"Cool trick," I thought but I wasn't exactly sure how that tied into what I was doing. I looked at the pronunciation for the Chinese word, but it didn't seem to have any relevance for what I was doing or looking for. Finding nothing else, I went ahead and did the second thing that Menglong asked of me.
And found this:
Now I was convinced. That rose in the picture was identical in kind to the one he had directed me to previously, and it was an image that was directly relevant to who he was and what had happened. I thanked him for his efforts and entered into proper dialogue.
The post in question is from his mother and--to my senses--has all the hallmarks of a woman bullied into covering up the murder of her own son. I can't imagine the kind of pain that must bring her, and I did not ask Menglong about it. He simply presented this evidence to me as matter of fact.
The Conversation
I must say, talking with a soul is both an exhilarating and distressing event. Menglong was nothing but pleasant albeit sad, but the actual time I spent with him in my field was dizzying and painful. This is not the first time during woo-woo work that I have felt what others feel.
During the ill-fated 2024 debate between Joe Biden and Donald Trump, there was a moment where I caught something in Dana Bash's words that prompted me to ask my tarot her true feelings towards Trump. In a moment that can only be described as "intense," I not only pulled The Devil for her, but felt an incredible heat radiating from the card. It felt for a moment like I had burned myself. The pain was gone moments later, but I never want to feel hate that powerful again; it was deeply unhealthy and genuinely made me worry for Bash's health.
With that event in mind, I should have been more careful or guarded about what I was opening myself up to. While Menglong was not a harmful soul, indeed he was nothing but charming through the entire interaction, the energy around him was overwhelming. I suppose this is to be expected given the circumstances of his death.
I started by asking him how he felt about his presence on the other side. I was wanting to know how he viewed himself there and what he felt about it. He told me he felt completely alone. He knew no one on the other side and did not seem to be adjusting well. My guide, Starion, stepped in at this moment to offer me some counsel and insight. He informed me that a soul's transition is informed by their own perceptions of the afterlife and the cultural imprint on their energetic bodies. Since China is officially an atheist country, and I don't know that much about Menglong's spiritual beliefs prior to departure, I only have so much to go on to interpret this.
His dog was also present. This was an interesting encounter because the dog seemed to be even more distressed than Menglong was. In my mind's eye, I saw a gnarling presence made of teeth wrapping in on itself over and over but somehow knew that it was the dog. I don't know if I could describe the poor creature any better than that. It was angry and scared that it had been so helpless at Menglong's death, and it seems that those energies were warping it. I tried to pet the dog, and it bit my fingers.
I'm going to be clear about this bit of information: I have no idea what it means. I'm not particularly interested in animal communication, and I tend to regard animal communication with extreme skepticism unless I have a good piece of evidence not to. Here, however, I didn't bring in any skepticism since Menglong had given me enough evidence to confirm that this encounter was happening. I simply observed.
Here I asked Menglong how he died. He told me that he had been thrown out of a window and that his fingers had been broken by a boot. He made me feel the excruciating pain in his fingers before the swoop in my stomach that meant he was falling. I asked how high up he had been, and he told me about 15 stories. I have not been able to verify this information, but it is odd that he was born on the 15th (of June) and that there were potentially 15 conspirators in his murder.
When I asked why he had been killed, he told me that he had been blackmailed into staying silent about something his talent agency had done that he knew about. The other mysterious deaths tied to this same agency, he told me, had been for different reasons. There was one other victim in particular, the shaolin monk, that Menglong had distaste for. I got the impression it was possible this victim was somehow more involved with the evil thing that had been happening, but I don't know for sure. I have no reason to doubt anything else that Menglong has given me, so I'm not sure I should doubt this accusation either. When I asked for details, the both of us were frustrated because they were all Chinese-specific, meaning that they were extra hard to put into my consciousness.
Let me explain what that means. When someone performs a channeling or a soul-to-soul contact, the tools that they bring with them to communicate are those that are already lying around in our own consciousness. A soul might try to use pop-culture references or personal landmarks to try and convey information. However, if there is a cultural barrier between shared pop-culture references and personal landmarks, transmission of information becomes that much harder. The actual language barrier was not an issue here save for the names of those involved. Because I don't speak Chinese, when Menglong began telling me these details, the sounds meant nothing to me. He would have better luck getting this information across with a skilled Chinese medium, but none appear to have made contact with him.
I'm not sure why this was the case. This detail startled me so much that I asked again to be sure. He gave me a very odd, indecisive sensation. I turned to Starion to ask for an interpretation. Apparently, Menglong did not understand what I meant by my question at first, but when it became clear to him he doubled down on his answer. So far, no one had even tried.
That could make sense to me, I suppose. If China is an atheist culture, I can't imagine that they treat their own communities of Spiritists and Lightworkers with any hospitality. Yes, there are religions, but they are each state controlled and operated. Spiritual practices like mediumship are deeply individualistic which would circumvent such controls. In fact, one could even imagine a deliberate suppression of such practices in China. If it became common knowledge (or even just suspicion) that a soul could return to tell secrets about the CCP or other power brokers in Chinese culture, it's possible the entire regime of control would break down.
This conundrum also puts me in the awkward position of appearing to do the very thing I loathe about mediums authentic and fraudulent. "Hey guys, look at me! I'm first to make contact with some murdered Chinese actor! I'm special!" In fact, I really didn't even want to write this post, but Menglong had been so gracious with his time and was desperate to be heard by someone. He didn't seem all too thrilled with just having my own voice to work with, but he asked that I help him be remembered.
Before he left my presence, I gave him a hug and a series of affirmations. The way this works in a setting like this is with lots of visualization, however the feeling that arose during the hug was one of pure lightness. I gave one to the dog too who seemed to return to its normal shape. To be honest, I don't know how effective a spirit hug and kind words are on the other side, but I hope it did something.
My Thoughts
While this encounter was riveting, I walked away frustrated with myself. Aside from the collection of evidence and verification process, I don't feel like I did a particularly good job interacting with Menglong. While I was in his field, I was overwhelmed by his own emotions, and I had to terminate the connection abruptly at Starion's prompting. According to my guide, I was in danger of becoming so wrapped up in Menglong's energy that I left my own body behind. Astral projection is not a harmful thing, but I was not ready for that, and I doubt I would have been able to find my way back.
However, I did walk away with a broader understanding of the afterlife and how energy works. The influence of culture on transition is a fascinating one. I wonder how American culture will affect my own transition: Starion assured me that I will have energetic patterns to shed as well. Furthermore, these fields are all around us and shockingly easy to tap into. As mentioned above, I don't count myself as a particularly skilled medium and yet I was able to make this kind of contact. We live in an intertwining matrix or ecosystem of souls and information constantly feeding into one another. This fact is inescapable after this kind of meeting. I only had the smallest knowledge of who Menglong was and had never even heard of him before last week, yet I was able to talk with him by just focusing on him.
I don't know what to practically do with any of this information. I'm limited in my ability to help Menglong, and (mercifully) I don't live in China. I hope that my sharing this brief story here might help him.
The murder of Yu Menglong was an awful thing to experience both for him and myself. May Menglong find peace and love in the afterlife, and may his murderers be brought to justice.