We are installed in the new house.
The phenomenon occurs like this: myself or my child enter a home and stay awhile, and within fairly short order any such spirits in the area become “activated” and begin to make themselves known. I’ve visited friends houses where no spirit interaction had ever been reported, only to be told that within 24 hours voices were calling out names, doors were slamming and electronics were turned on from the off position. This is not new.
The house we moved into has terrific energy. The outdoor space is what sold me on the location. There’s a big, bright deck overlooking a tiered back yard where wildflowers, honeysuckle and clematis grow. Since arriving almost two weeks ago I’ve spent many hours out on the deck, staring into the unpredictable Colorado sky and thinking, meditating or visiting with others. It really is lovely.
However, also since arriving, the first spirit has activated, and rather startlingly.
As one might expect, as a psychic I am not unfamiliar with paranormal phenomena. It rarely startles or unsettles me. But last night it did just that — or this morning, rather.
I heard my child wake in the middle of the night. She stomps like I do; we both walk loudly on our heels and can be heard from just about anywhere in the house. She flipped on the light before heading downstairs for what I presumed was a glass of water. It was about 3am. I heard her stomping on the wood floors downstairs, such as she does, and then waited (a little perturbed) as she stomped back upstairs, turned off the light and went back to bed.
It took me literal hours to get back to sleep. Psychics are notorious insomniacs for a variety of reasons, not the least of which involves sensitivities, vivid dreaming and activity occurring in the hypnagogic state. Suffice it to say I value my sleep deeply. This morning when I finally woke up, I confronted my daughter and told her she really needed to be more sensitive because sleep was a real struggle at times for me.
Which is when she said she hadn’t woken up at 3am or any other time. She’d been in her bed and heard nothing.
She has never walked in her sleep. She rarely makes a sound. I questioned her thoroughly and was convinced that it wasn’t her. But oh, it was somebody.
We discussed this near the stove. I set something down upon it only to notice that it was warm. I asked my daughter what she had cooked, and she said nothing, that she’d come down a half an hour earlier and the oven was turned on and set to 325 degrees. This too was anomalous, as I’d last cooked in the oven three days before that, the setting on broil, which I eyed very cautiously. As soon as the food was cooked I turned off the oven. That was on Sunday.
And yet, someone had turned on the stove this morning, Wednesday. Who?
I saw her tonight; she’s older and wore long skirts. She watched from the dining room and at one point I felt her brush up against my arm. I asked her nicely please not to disturb us while we slept and to also leave the electrical appliances alone for safety reasons. I’ll let you know if she complies.
As we grow our spirituality, especially in terms of our psychic senses, our light — already slightly augmented and peculiar compared to those without such pursuits — brightens. The spirits see it more brightly and in some ways it’s a beacon. And so we attract them. And so they come.
I suppose we ought to be used to it by now. I’m not afraid; there’s usually no reason to be. But I am a little surprised — I’ve never had a spirit make themselves known quite so dramatically.