I feel compelled to post today. So much in fact that I have broken my regular routine of tucking my little ones in bed, cleaning up all their toys so I don't kill myself slipping on it in the middle of the night and pouring myself a drink to bring the high octane of my brain down to a soft hum. Instead, I am sitting in my store at 6:45P, listening to the white noise of the HVAC system and enjoying the filtered sun rays through our windows. I really should be home to ask my babies how their day was and relieving my over-worked yet amazing husband for holding down the home fort. But for right now, I am compelled to connect which means I need to write.
Last year my girlfriend Silvia had purchased a home with the intention of building her dream, forever house on it. When she introduced her cute little beach cottage it was on a rainy and dark day... I know, so cliche and a perfect backdrop of all things creepy. Silvia prefers a softly lit room of candles during the evenings and she usually has them sprinkled throughout the home including the washrooms. I had to use the washroom so I excused myself and enjoyed my quiet time in the candle lit bathroom. I usually love the soft lighting but I remembered feeling uneasy when I entered the room. I sat down, did my thing and sat up. Because the toilet is positioned right in front of the vanity mirror I freaked myself out. I was not expecting to see a face looking at me so the image was startling. At first I thought I saw someone and when I realized it was my own reflection I dismissed the poorly lit bathroom as a form of visual trickery. Although my mind rationalized it, my heart was still racing.
After dinner Silvia wanted to grab some Curlys snacks stored in her basement so she asked if Tai and I wanted a tour. Being nosy, of course I went with her. We trottled down the back staircase and I paused at the room directly underneath the bathroom. I blurted, "Did someone die in your house?" Silvia is used to my random questions but this particular one did shake her a bit, "Yes why?"
"Was it a man and did he die in this room?" I pointed to a door that led to the room below the bathroom. Silvia explains that her neighbors had told her that a man committed suicide in the basement and she does think it was that room. She doesn't really know of any other details. The little hairs on my neck started standing up and I shot her THAT look. Silvia brushes off my intuition and reassures my that she has never picked up any negative energy when she moved into the house. I tried to accept her verison but I really couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I tried to be brave and when I entered the basement a giant, full sized witch greeted me in the musky basement. I almost pooped my pants but being the cool, calm and collected person that Silvia is, she giggled at the strong reaction. Silvia has a thing for collecting Halloween paraphenlia and apparently she had to buy this witch who just so happened to happily live in the creepy basement. Freakin' fantastic. Since Tai was with me, I wanted to appear that nothing was OVERLY spooky about this basement because he's very sensitive on my energies and can relay them. I was grateful when we accomplished the mission of retrieving the snacks without any other incident.
About 6 months after that day I had a horrible nightmare. I dreamt about the man that committed suicide in Silvia's basement. He told me that he was possessed by a demon and the demon was trying to get him to commit horroble acts like hurting the people he loved. Everyone thought he was just crazy but he wasn't. The only way to protect his family was to commit suicide so the demon didn't have a phyiscal body as a conduit. The man warned me that if they demolished the house, it will unleash that demon again and he was going to go after Tai because he was hyper sensitive to that energy. In the dream, I fought tooth and nail saving Tai from the same fate. The dream was so intense that when I woke up I was so disoriented as to what actually happened. My pillow was soaked with tears from my crying and every muscle in my body hurt. It felt like I was battling something. I immediately went to Tai's room for reassurance that everything was just a dream. I told Chris about my nightmare and asked if I should even tell Silvia. Maybe it was just me being a freak and nothing is really wrong with the cute, little bungalow.
I finally did tell my friend about a month after the nightmare. Silvia is very level headed and not a believer in spiritual things but she is open minded to concepts beyond what we can see and touch. We figured maybe it is a sign so just to be cautious we should bless the house. However, since it was my "feeling" I needed to go and find how someone goes about doing this type of thing. It's not exactly a service offered in the Yellow Pages.
When I went to go see the pyschic Annar she confirmed my gut. All I had to do was show her a picture of my friend Silvia. Annar immediately told me that Silvia had a negative energy stuck in her house and I was able to pick up on it. I was so relieved that someone else affirmed this and that I wasn't going crazy. I asked her if I could pay her to come out to bless it. Annar matter of factly told me that I can do it myself. I shot her a confused look. I decorate houses and make them pretty. I don't do exorcisms. She confidently lectured that my Spirit team was highly functional and I had the energy force to take care of it. She reassures me that I was highly capable of doing it myself and it was time to start practicing. "I know how to take out the trash to the curbside. I don't know how to send boogey monsters back to where ever they came from," I declared. Annar ignores my inside voice and tells me the logistics of exactly how one goes about blessing a house.
Armed with a box of salt, Silvia and I arrive on site. The cottage is gone and all we have left is a poured concrete foundation of her dream house. The sun was shining and the birds were out chirping. The plan was that I do my "thing" and Silvia sits in my car just in case. In case of what... we don't really speak of it but we know. I feel terribly out of place and incredibly silly. "So, this box of salt is the fine line of saving Silvia from demons?" Well, apparently that's what Annar says. I am suppose to sprinkle the house with salt and enclose the property in a circle of white light. Hmmmm...
"Okay peeps upstairs let get this done!" I recalled the hypnotherapist session that Laura conducted and tried to prepare my mind for calmness and emptiness. As I started sprinkling, I asked my Spirits to embrace Silvia's home in a protective embrace of positive white light. Any negative, dark energy needs to leave the home and is not wanted here. I started at the door and repeated this mantra as I sprinkled the salt in a counter clock-wise. In true Huong form, my mind starts chattering during this sacred process... "I hope her neighbors aren't looking out the door and wondering what the hell is this short Asian lady doing in our white hood of Twassassen? And what the hell is she sprinkling? Is that rat poison? Perhaps cocaine?" I was sure by the end of it the police was going to be called.
As I was nearing the end of my circle I sprinkled right over something sparkly. Like all women, I couldn't resist shiny objects so I stopped momentarily to pick it up. In my hand was a gold token in the form of a coin. Ironically it was stamped with "No value." I looked at it closer and then that same electricity started shooting through my veins when the realization hit me. My peeps had sent me a "penny from Heaven!" If you recalled my session with Laura, she had pulled a Tarot card to see if she had an answer as to why I was seeing her that night. The card depicted I was surrounded by Angels and through her meditation she had told me that "pennies from Heaven and double rainbows" would be signs that I was on the right path or that my team was watching over me.
I beamed, my heart lifted and I finished my exercise of enclosing the circle. I triumphantly walked over to Silvia who was patiently on standby in the car. I handed her the coin and told her about my find. Her big blue eyes got giant. She shared that because I was taking so long she peeked into the rear view mirror to check on me and she saw me bending down to pick up something. So at that same moment, she witnessed that sacred message.
Again, it probably was an old gold coin lost from a child's board game that was kicking around the building site. Coincidentally, it just so happened to surface as I was sprinkling salt over it.
So, don’t pass by that penny, when you’re feeling blue. It may be a penny from heaven, that an Angel’s tossed to you – Charles Marshburn
