After Paw answered the phone around 07:20PM and after he walked upstairs in his underwear to hand me the phone, Brat requested me that I come over and help clear the outside and inside of his property. He said to bring my smudge and I immediately got dressed.
I fumbled around in my drawers in search of the remaining stalks of the fragrant sage and found two inside the plastic bag. I’ve not used the rest in the past six years and I told myself to purchase more of these plants for clearing the environment. I’m a novice but have learned to respect ancient healing methods whenever possible.
So I went downstairs and grabbed two of three holy waters in plastic white bottles from the sacred space of our Christian alter: picture of Sacred Heart; miniature statuettes of Fatima and St. Joseph; hanging plaques of prayers; candles and other assortments of reverence.
My vest and jacket pockets were stuffed with bottles of holy water and my cell phone, which never rings. My back light blue jean pockets had my circular shaped, magnetic removers for protection of my rear.
My already heavy, black leather bag had the mini-torch for lighting; my two remaining smudges; a three legged turquoise circular container to catch the burning embers and a pyramid-shaped HHG for extra protection.
I arrived at the designated place, which is my first to clear other than my home. Brat seemed to be talking on the phone. He wondered what this acid burned, red colored mini SUV truck, which had no license or license plate, was doing parked opposite his new house.
Prior to leaving my home, I visualized my personal clearing and thought of only goodness. The first action I took was sprinkling holy water around the front of the house and then lawns of his sidewalk and front yard. Later I went through the front door; into the inside of the house and out to the backyard to perform the same sprinkling of holy water.
I did not have any particular prayer prepared and repeated familiar ones from my Catholic upbringing. The only intention was to offer clearing and removal of any stuck energies. My next task was to use the smudge which I lighted several times until success was made.
I didn’t want to burn up a lot at one time and had only a few minutes to perform my novice rituals. Brats’ friend does hers professionally and I know she could read anyone like an open book. Honestly, I would feel naked around her and have a hard time thinking nice thoughts.
Anyway, I slowly worked the smudge around the back sides of the house and got to every nook and cranny that seemed too constricting. The place seemed full of pressure, which is similar to my head pressure as I blog this sentence at around 10:02PM. I later worked the backyard, which has been cleaned by a gardener this week.
Next I went inside the first floor of the house from a counter clockwise position. I started from the backyard door to the bio-unit room, the living room, the bathroom, the garage and lastly the kitchen.
I don’t know what the difference is with the direction of my method. I happen to be right handed and felt like I had to start on the right side of my walking. I only know that the smell of the smudge was working inside the house and up my nose.
I slowly walked upstairs and marked each step, which are ten; then one miniature landing; and four more. I wondered if the couple wiped down the hand rails of the stairways yet.
I got my bearing and worked to two bedrooms and walked inside each closet. Then the laundry room area started getting stronger. By the time I got to the bathroom area with one toilet and one shower and tub section, Brat felt his arm hairs stand on ends.
My head pressure is currently building up more as I compose this sentence at 10:10PM. I felt something clear as my heart beats swooned. There was a section of two wash basins directly opposite this bathroom. The portal between this wash basin area and the third bedroom to was smudged especially well.
From the third bedroom and its closet, I went through the hallway and into the master bedroom. The master bathroom was well lighted with two more wash basins to the right with a Jacuzzi bath to the right and shower to its right.
The little toilet was straight ahead and compact. I didn’t like this tight space. The adjacent master closet was between this toilet room and the shower. I took my time in this closet and went upstairs later on to clear a second time with holy water also.
They claimed there was some blood stains on the wall behind this glass door to this master closet. I said my prayers and told whatever was stuck to go away in peace. My head pressure continues as I compose this sentence at 10:15PM but not as strong as in the first bathroom scenario.
I then used the remaining holy water to purify the inside of the house but did not sprinkle as liberally as outside. I didn’t want to wet down the wooden floor or the painted walls because Twit was there and wasn’t sure if she would approve of me wetting her new house.
The clearing session was over in a few minutes and packed up my property so I could go home. Brat claimed the energy from the smudge was especially strong around the bathroom upstairs, which faces the next door neighbor’s house.
A big, one and a half inch, brown spider crawled on my bedroom wall directly opposite from my blogging space at 10:20PM. I captured the big spider with my drinking plastic glass and used one of the note pad sized, page of my calendar to cover the glass.
I showed Brat, who was playing his usual war games of shooting the enemies and he said to throw it outside where it could live. I decided to flush the critter down its watery grave into the toilet downstairs at 10:25PM. I flushed it twice to make sure the sewers directly below washed that entity away. The second flush seemed weaker than the first.
Anyway, I shall continue with my story. We both came home at the same time with Brat five minutes later and we ate dinner. With Maw’s pleadings, we had to drive back to his home.
I dug around one of the upright plastic drawers on wheels, which is located in closet across from our front door, to find a descent night light for the blessed statuettes that my bio-units bought two days ago.
I couldn’t find any night light for the sacred objects and took the pretty one from my bedroom. It looked like a miniature frosted lampshade. I think I want it back because I need to my night light to sleep. I get spooked and bit suffocated at night if my bedroom is totally dark.
We drove to his place and I plugged the night light to the right side of their temporary sacred space. This makes the house less dim and oppressive. Whenever there are objects of reverence, there should be light somewhere nearby. The inside looked much better with that night light turned on.
I think this particular blog ran too long and my hair is still wet from my shower, which should further remove any cooties left over from my ghost busting or clearing activities earlier tonight at Brats’ new house. I hope he feels much better after my help.
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