Saturday, October 19, 2019

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This Halloween, Don’t Feed Your Ghosts

Since we moved to the new house I’ve been going on “Morning Constitutionals” a few times a week. Sometimes it’s a walk around the neighborhood, getting to know the street names and exploring the energies, and sometimes it's a quick jog to the park and back.  Some houses I pass stand out because of a well kept yard or a bit of interesting architecture, but most just fade into the background. There’s a house I often pass on my way back from the park that really stands out because there’s usually something dead on the street in front.Haunted White House

I barely noticed it at first, it’s not unusual to see a dead bird or hard to identify critter on the side streets.  It’s usually cleaned up quickly but things stayed on this block and it rarely stayed clean for more than a day or two.  It never looked like a fresh kill, it always looked old. 

There was no real sense of malevolence coming from the house, every house on the block is empty and some of them feel quite creepy, but the white house, the house with death in front, simply had a quite presence.  It was like looking at a predator’s den. I wasn’t scared, but I was watchful and always spent a few moments wondering what was inside and speculating on what sort of being was making it’s own sacrifices on this lonely road.

A few weeks ago the street and sidewalk were clean, so I figured I’d see something in a few days. For a week the street stayed clean and I wondered aloud, “What could be better than an animal?”  Very clearly I heard the words, “You are.”

My mental shields slammed in place with a nearly audible clang and I sped up just a tad (never show fear).  It was over a week before I passed the white house again and still nothing outside, but now there is a feeling of attention coming from the gaping windows and crooked door, a gentle malevolence – not looking to kill, but to keep.

Don't feed the ghosts. Our attention, our energy and presence can feed and sustain the non-physical beings around us.  When we talk to spirits, make up stories about them, give them names or treat them like parts of the family we can strengthen them and give them a way into our world.

Casper EatingI rarely see the spirits of people who have died, I may feel their presence during a reading, or see a glimpse of a loved one, but my talents seem more attuned to the beings in this world who were never human or have been disincarnate so long they have lost their humanity.  Some are beautiful, ethereal, helpful and loving – angels, devas, and some of the fey. Others are as neutral and natural as the wind – elementals, sprites, and nature spirits.  Then there are the ones who range from scary to downright terrifying – bogarts, tricksters, shapeshifters, dark fey, creepy-crawlies and things that go bump in the night.

These beings can also be fed by our time and attention, they can grow stronger and take advantage of our unconscious generosity by slipping into our homes wearing the mask of a friendly house ghost or a lost soul.

This past week Joe and I did a House Clearing and Blessing for a family that had just moved in and were noticing unpleasant energies and increasing poltergeist activity.  When the owner first called she told me all about the ghost, the family was sure it was the previous owner, or maybe his son who had died as a young man.  They were amateur ghost hunters and had tried to communicate with the ghost, talking to it and asking it questions. 

“I’m not sure we want to kick it out,” she said. “Give me a few more days to think about it and I’ll get back to you.”  A few days latter she called back and told me it was starting to get scary and they wanted the house cleared.  It was over a week before we could fit them into our schedule, by that time I was told lights were flickering on and off, shadows were gathering and people were getting tripped on the stairs.  Even their skeptic friends were convinced.

When we first got there, I tried to connect with the house and the land I felt only loneliness and some stagnant negativity.  There was an angry presence in the house, but I wasn’t sure it was a spirit.  When we met the family it started to come clear, there was a lot of stress and anxiety in the house and the son didn't want the spirit gone.  He liked having a pet ghost, not out of malevolence or evil, but because it was fun.  

“As the owners of this home, as the family living here, you have more control than we do,” I said. “We will clear this house, but if you invite spirits back in, they will come back.”

Burning Palo SantoWe cleared the house, filling it with as much love and light as we could channel.  They are remodeling and it will be a lovely home – one that wants to be lived in and loved.  Before we left Joe and I gave the husband and wife a pep talk on ways to bring positive energy and light into the home.  We talked about the importance of not leaving your negative energies and experiences stuck in the house.  We spoke of the importance of filling your home with love and not getting stuck in negative patterns and memories; the importance of not feeding your ghosts.

On the drive home Joe reminded me of something a say in every psychic development class I teach – we draw to ourselves the clients we need to learn from and most readings have messages for the reader as well as the client.  We have both been struggling with negativity and stress during our move and I have been falling into the terrible habit of recounting my grievances, focusing on all the things that have been upsetting me and once I start down that road I often keep going until I’m complaining about things years past – keeping the scary ghosts of my past alive.

I am always trying to do better.  No matter how much better I get at forgiveness, gratitude and mindfulness, I am trying to do better. This Halloween season I will try not to feed my ghosts.

Real Work

I sometimes forget what my real job is.JohnFair

I am a psychic, a teacher, and a writer.  That’s my job, everything else I do in the name of work is office stuff and distractions. It is very easy for me to spend my day doing things that feel like work and feel like my job.  I can spend all day working on email, the website, seo, filing, spreadsheets – working hard and avoiding my actual job.

This has been an incredibly busy summer, often it felt like I was too busy to get anything done.  We have moved, started to rebuild my website, remodeled the new house and spent hours futzing around on the computer doing things that feel like work, that feel productive, but are not my job.

This past Saturday I got to spend the day doing my job.  It was Wonderful.

Saturday was the Great Conjunction Psychic Fair in Akron, I spent the morning helping to get the fair ready and open and then I spent my day giving readings, doing my real job.

It reminded me of what my job is and how often I fall into the trap of being too busy with other “work” to spend time on my real Work.  The Work I am called to do and the Work that I get very depressed when I am away from too long.

I am a psychic, a teacher, and a healer.  Everything else is busy work.

Hematite Dreams

Last night I dreamt I was trying to make an earing out of hematite beads, but I kept fumbling, dropping and loosing the beads while growing increasingly frantic. Hematite1

I hate hematite. I don't like touching it, I won’t wear it, I have tried (unsuccessfully) to keep it out of my house.  Hematite is the reason I won’t let people put stones into my hands (“just to see what you feel”) without telling me what it is first.  Holding hematite makes me feel weak and claustrophobic.

I’ve given up on keeping it out of the house. Pieces of it keep turning up in old gift boxes, the backs of drawers, the compost pile, my tomato bed, while repotting an overgrown plant, and now in my dreams.  I don’t live an a hematite mine, these are polished stones, and while we aren’t talking about pounds and pounds of the stuff I found four small pieces in my office yesterday.

Since it has invaded my dreams, I thought I’d look it up and this passage stuck in my mind:

“Although this stone enhances mental capability, it provides for a calming atmosphere concurrently, and, in addition, encourages one to ‘reach for the sun’. It helps one to realize that the only limitations which exist are those self-limiting concepts within the mind.”  Love is in the Earth by Melody  (emphasis mine)

Oh.

I’ve been struggling with feeling limited and stuck lately.  Often I have to chase my mind back from the Blame Game and feelings of victimhood.  I know those thoughts are garbage, but sometimes I need reminding.

Ok hematite, I will try to listen to what you are telling me.  Try to be gentle.

First impressions, holding in my left hand:  My wrist hurts, I feel tight in my chest like I’m about to have an anxiety attack, my throat is tight and I just started clenching my jaw.  I barely avoided throwing the stones when I put them down to type.

First impressions, holding in my right hand: less anxious but my right ankle hurts and a headache is starting between my eyes. 

Holding in both hands the physical sensations are better, but my head is filled with a litany of, “I hate this, I’m so tired, I don't want to do this” in repeating variations. 

One last try, I here the words “It doesn't have to be like this.”

I will keep trying.

Moving the Cats

We are moving.

Maya1We finally brought the cats to the new house.  Maya, our fifteen year old, skinny, black kitty, the one we were most worried about, took the move easiest.  She wandered around a bit, found a soft spot to lay and relaxed.  Stanley, who is brave, brash and only four years old, is a mess. She yowled like it was the end of the world and found a tiny corner where she could hide.Stanley1

It’s been a few days now and they are slowly acclimating, but super affectionate.  We have set up our living room in the furnished basement of the new house and are keeping the cats downstairs while we continue to settle in, move and unpack. At first, they were both perfectly happy to just stay in their space and try to figure out this new home, but Stanley now has other plans. She has started sitting at the top of the stairs waiting for the door to open.  She hasn’t tried to escape into the rest of the house, but she knows there is more to this new home… and she hates closed doors.

Maya on the other paw, has found a chair to make her own and she is hard to pry out of it once she is settled.  It’s already acquiring a smattering of black fur.

“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”


― Jean Cocteau

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