It’s been quite a few weeks since the lovely ladies came to the house and did a “cleansing”….
If you haven’t already read in previous posts , no I haven’t employed housekeepers (I wish!) it’s been a problem of the “other worldly” kind.
I have been reluctant to discuss the cleansing, or the subsequent results for fear of jinxing myself, but I think enough time has passed for me to be able to talk about it now. (Knocking frantically on wood!)
If I’m to be honest, and you may not believe me, but I am just as skeptical as most.
When people tell me about their “ghostly” experiences, I am amazed, fascinated, yet in my mind I am scrabbling for all kinds of rational explanations, as most people would.
When you’re not THERE, experiencing something that defies all laws of rationality, it’s hard to fully “believe” it.
But when you ARE there, well, sometimes it’s STILL hard to believe it….
The very last thing that happened here was the incident with my daughter and the heat gun lifting itself off the bench, hanging in mid air as if clutched by some invisible hand, and dropping down onto the bench, which sent her running from the room in shock.
In fact, that incident really had me concerned because we make candles you see, downstairs….
In my mind I was thinking, well if “something’ can do THAT, down there….what else could it do?
Could it flip the switches on the wall where our wax melter’s are plugged in?
That would be catastrophic. Unattended combustible substances….unseen hands flipping switches and turning things on when we’re not down there….watching.
What other mischievous things could this….”thing”, or “things” do?
Things were just getting TOO weird. This is why a cleansing was called for.
It wasn’t a dramatic affair. No theatrics, very quiet actually. Just the focused intentions of these women, walking from room to room, calmly sending these spirits, entities, presences, energies, whatever you would like to call them, off….away…..ON their way.
Apparently there were a few. Mostly children, and they were all downstairs!
One very lost old man, and one incredibly sad, traumatized adolescent “spirit”.
That last one had one of the ladies in tears…quite startlingly emotional she was.
I didn’t quite know how to react, but I felt bad for her.
Afterwards I did my own “thing”…..burned some sage and went from room to room wishing (mumbling banishing words) for the peaceful energy to be restored….for whatever that was here, to be gone….
And it WORKED!
I was skeptical about it working. I really was.
How could it work?
Even now I’m asking…..How DID it work?
I don’t know?
But it did.
There was one single event that followed after the cleansing.
I was sitting in the lounge room and I heard heavy footsteps walking up the steps to the front door outside.
I didn’t hear the screen door open, so I knew it wasn’t one of the kids coming home early…
The bell didn’t ring so it wasn’t an unexpected visitor.
I thought perhaps it was a delivery person putting a parcel outside the front door, so I got up and went to look.
There was nobody there….no parcel, not a person anywhere in sight.
I KNOW that sound of someone walking up the front stairs.
I hear it all the time….In fact I can almost pick who’s footsteps they are. My husbands are always heavy, stomping.
In fact, these I heard that day were heavy too…..sounded like a man’s steps.
I stood there looking through the glass of the front door and immediately did what had been suggested….envisioned a barrier, and in my mind, I sent “whatever it was”…away.
No! My mind said.
“You are not welcome!”
(Bloody hell….GO AWAY ghosts! This is not a spiritual halfway house! Was what I was really thinking!)
And since that day…..nothing.
Not a footstep, not a creak, not a whisper of anything.
Even the cat has been behaving himself. No more strange saucer eyed spooky staring episodes, and definitely nothing playing silly buggers with him!
It just “feels” different in the house.
I wouldn’t say in an obvious way…..Not like there’s all rainbows and sparkles or anything.
It feels, I guess, just neutral again..instead of being slightly charged… Ever so slightly “off”.
That’s the only way I can put it.
So, whatever all that was….whether we were having joint familial hallucinations….Whether we were just freaking ourselves out….Whether it was something unexplained , but not necessarily “other worldly”, I just don’t know.
The only thing that matters now, is that everything is “ok”.
Oh and one last thing, that happened that day which was rather strange….
Immediately after the cleansing, the ladies were standing outside on the driveway, chatting… ( I was inside waving my stinky sage around… and mumbling….)
The daughter of one of them from a few houses down had joined them too.
I didn’t know about it at the time, but apparently as they stood there, ……here…..smack bang in the middle of suburbia, they all saw a red fox run down the street in front of my house.
Even they couldn’t believe their eyes apparently.
How weird….a fox, in broad daylight, running down a suburban street, past people!
Just plain odd.