Joined: Feb. 2013
|Posted: Mar. 13 2013,3:24 pm
That is how it feels! Don't call us, we will call you! I shouldn't be so pushy when I want something. Patience isn't my best virtue for sure! Sometimes it's hard to feel like there is no guide for me even though I know that isn't true.
I was reading through some of this and thought to myself that writing it down makes it sound WAY cooler than the reality. I get carried away when I write so it seems romanticized although it is all true. I like to write but I like being accurate even more.
This was an interesting week in my world. I got called out to a friends home about "disturbances" like your classic haunting type thing ie. footsteps when no one else is home, odd shadows, strange voices at night, that sort of thing. I was kinda thrilled! This friend that called is like extended family to me and even though she has called me for some silly things, in my opinion, I always take her seriously because she doesn't just call when things go bump in the night. Her family has a lot of interesting energies surrounding them but none of them are sensitive except the one (out of many) boys. I see him look around when I see or feel something checking things out. It's always interesting going to her house, their old one and the new one. They just moved into a new house so they are getting used to it at the moment and I reminded her that getting used to the sounds of a new house can take some time. It is still quite empty so sounds may be carrying. I spent hours listening to her and her <huge> family talk about their recent experiences. The entire time I was seeing more than shadows and hearing whispering. I already love her new house! She's a little unnerved since "something" is keeping her baby awake at night and the kids are a little freaked out (except the one boy). Honestly, I think the boy is sensitive and keeps his mouth shut. A tell tale sign of a true gifted sensitive is keeping it quiet at that age because you aren't sure either way what is happening. I have been through that and I think the boy is going through it, too. Anyway, my friend never usually speaks or asks for me to intervene but mostly for my opinion. Let's put it this way: she knows what I am but doesn't know what I am. Or she does but doesn't have the balls to ask too much. maybe she doesn't want to know is what her husband mentioned one night. He's on board, but too busy to look too far into anything like this.
So I found the house to be a little off level, too. Yes I carry a level with me in my bag o' crap. That can lead to that funhouse effect that the ghost reality TV shows are always referring to. I find that to be true after experimenting. So i asked to be left alone in the house for about an hour to do what I do without freaking her out. She was totally cooperative and I got winded there were so many levels to the house. The setup is a little odd. It's not your typical house layout and whoever built it (that info is still en route to my email hopefully) did a lot of interesting construction and it is mighty sound. So I ruled out plenty of outside factors even though I had been seeing and feeling things since before I walked through the door. Before I reached the porch I smelt cigarettes like someone had blown it in my face.
The lower level is the hotspot. One room upstairs feels so sad that I had a hard time keeping my composure which didn't matter since I was alone in the house. The shadows all walk downstairs or are seen around the flight that goes down to the lowest level. There's a bathroom right by that area that radiates "scared". The best moment (which is why I am adding it here) came when I was almost done. It was full dark by then and I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I called out and they stopped. They began slowly again and I called out in a friendly manner and they stopped again. I started to sing a children's nursery rhyme out of the blue and this child (androgynous) came into view on the main stairwell. I immediately felt cold and I got a "I'm lost" feeling. The eyes of the child were flat black. As simply as it was there, it was gone. I closed my eyes and prayed that if there were any lost souls here that He would come for them. I felt warm all of a sudden and I heard laughter and running and playing like children do. I know this sound very well. I felt a "pop" in the air and all went quiet. I opened my eyes and the house had become silent and dark. I called my friend home and she was eager to hear everything but I didn't tell her much. She wouldn't understand. All I did was pray. That doesn't mean he would hear me and come for anyone "lost". I don't think anyone there is lost actually. It's just the activity of children playing and introduce a new family that has children into the house and of course there will be curiosity on both levels.
I told her there wasn't anything to be afraid of and talked to the kids. I told them to keep a notebook of what and especially when things occur. She wanted the house cleansed which surprised me and I told her no problem but it was a dark moon and I told her just wait a few days so I am going over there tonight or tomorrow to cleanse the house and give it "formal" hello that there are new residents moving in here now. My friend liked that idea. I think it is a matter of getting to know each other since they are there anyway. Both the mortals and the spirits!