It’s an interesting thing.
All the energy that is expelled out into the atmosphere on New Year’s Eve, with all the whooping and hollering. All the jumping around and kissing and hugging…
The spirits calm down for a day or two.
They’ll be back to normal by the end of the week, but the reduction in activity is marked. The energy in the air is palpably different for a few days.
The weather we were supposed to have here never arrived either, and that reminded me of how the energies of the newly dead seem to influence weather patterns.
Few years back, we had one of the worst years for hurricanes. And then Pope John Paul II died. The next year, and for at least one more year, we had almost nothing for hurricanes the entire season.
Then the US Military found and killed Osama Bin Laden. And we had hurricanes Irene and Sandy.
Being empathetic, sensitive to the energies around me, it’s not all exhausting and sadness.
Sometimes there are mischievous spirits around. Now and then, one will “borrow” something. I can’t find it for a day or so. Then, usually when I say out loud “Okay, will the spirit who borrowed my ________ please put it back now? I need it more than you do.”
Within a few hours, the item is found. Where? Someplace that’s been looked at a hundred times, right out in the open.
I just had one of those that started yesterday. Right as I was ready to leave to go someplace, my keys were missing. I looked all over the places where they were likely to be. Everyone in the house looked all over those very same areas. Nothing.
Today, after coming home from an early supper, there they were, on the floor next to a vacuum cleaner. The vacuum cleaner I had pulled out from its place at least three times.
Thank you for giving them back. I appreciate it.
But I think tonight I shall have to call in the various deceased shepherds to clear some tricky spirits from the place.
The curtain in one window became a picture of a long strapped purse during the night. For some reason, the spirit who showed it to me is concerned about her purse. She can’t continue her journey yet. She has to find her purse.
The other window, which had been a bony hand stretching up, was turned into a long-stemmed flower by a different spirit last night. She was rather pleased with herself that she could make me see it. I told her it was lovely and sent her on her way.
Blinds in a third window were lines and lines and lines of writing. I couldn’t read them, but this was shown to me numerous times during the night. This was from a man, and he felt a need to wake me every time to show me.
I’ve been out of bed for three hours and want to lie down and take a six hour nap!