I get this text asking for help, so I call back and get some of the story and ask how he heard about what we do. He says Alyssa referred him. I don’t know who Alyssa is, but thank you and I guess people are hearing about us.

Just Priscilla and I plus someone who recently started in my ghost class, Angelica, something new for us, usually we wait until they’ve completed the course, but new standards, so long as a person has taken the Shielding class, they can come and watch, and contribute if they sense anything.

Nice place, father, son and dog present, we chatted outside first to find out what was going on inside, then went in. We happened to go into the living room first, and immediately Angelica reported being attacked, something slimy all over her back and it was telling her ‘trickster’. Her shields seemed to be keeping it out, I grabbed it and took it outside, Angelica following. It preferred me, coming away easily, I figured the most likely Trickster here was Coyote, and this would be one of his avatars, so I took it up to find the original Coyote, and talked with him. Told him it was unfair and cruel and he removed it. We talked some more, I’m ok with tricksters, understanding they have a place and a purpose, and agreed to relay that to the client.

Back inside, lets start again. Angelica was worried but bold enough to return, I told her I’d take everything else away if it attacked. Hence ‘jumping in the deep end’!

Priscilla started her work, so I took out my electrical tools to do some basic physical checking, we already knew there was Paranormal activity! And found many plugs were not grounded! The ultrasonic detector which I used for listening to electrical activity showed normal activity, one less worry.

There was so much stuff going on here that I’m probably not going to remember and write it all up, and some may be out of sequence.

In the living room were 4 ghosts, two couples, the guys arguing, the spouses trying to ease it, the men not liking when I sat between the women. I needed to get a better contact, so I sat where one man sat and felt mutton-chop facial hair, status quo mindset, likely doing a Planning & Zoning job with the town, the other man, younger, wanting change, he was a musician, making violins. The period was about 1910-ish. None of them had died here but felt it a comfortable place to continue their existence. I took them up to a better place where they could continue, with more friends, and the Higher Spirits set up a place to receive us, a larger room with staff to serve drinks and snacks and chairs for more guests to join in. Priscilla or Angelica had mentioned they were dressed in ‘period’ outfits (1900’s). A wink from one of the ‘staff’ let me know they’d take it from there to help these ghosts adjust and move on.

In the basement, an exercise area, I felt animated energy, probably from the client, related to working out, and took it up to a matching but much larger area and it rushed off to join similar energies in a bigger gym.

Angelica continued to feel energies which I would process, one corner area in the basement had stuck energy but it increased, unusual, Angelica, smaller than I could see upwards through a hole in the ceiling, and placing my hand inside I felt something (energetic) I didn’t expect. There was something that filled all the crawl spaces between floors, like an octopus or amoeba, but not earthly. Which meant there was a portal here. I have a backup technique to get alien forms to their homes when I don’t know where the portal is. So I used that, englobing this thing in a Shaman’s net, taking it outside and taking it home, a more watery place than Earth. I reassured Angelica that we’d go through all these techniques in class.

On the main level I found an area with cracks in the wall high up, I asked both of the women to check it out, and checked the area above it and that’s where the portal was. Explaining what I was about to do first, I went to the other end of the portal, experienced it. Very turbulent. Strong winds. Anything leaving this end would be blown away, never to find the portal again, for this place was huge, Jupiter sized. I don’t ‘just’ close portals now, I gather up all entities at either ends and return them, those from the other end liked how peaceful it was and that they could ‘sleep’ and wake up in the same place. The ones from our end were happy to get back. Then I closed the portal. The ones returning I pushed away so they wouldn’t disturb the client, and would go find their own homes.

Priscilla looked after Angelica for a while, there was so much to do that I know i’m missing some.

The client asked what did the trickster want him to learn. I time-lined back to before he’d been pulled away and asked the avatar. Coyote reported that the client had good potential and had coasted, not done anything, Coyote represented Native Americans and felt the client could return some awareness of them back to an almost total white-man existence. The client agreed about coasting, and would think about adding the underlying Native American state in his work with real estate.

The client had reported being woken up by voices outside at 2 am-ish, so I ended up out front, time-lined to the early am hours and found a ghost, with a trainee, doing something like a town crier, but not so noisy. We talked, I thanked him for his job (whatever it was) told him he’d done good and could retire happily, and invited a higher spirit to join us, one of his friends, and the father of the young lad accompanying him showed up to guide them on up.

Meanwhile while I was outside, another thing had got on Angelica’s back, she said it was a monkey. So we checked and cleared each other’s auras, I removed the monkey, Priscilla reported my aura felt like Teflon! The client mentioned I was the Ronald Reagan of ghost-workers LOL!

Here’s Priscilla’s notes: FYI, we worked independently, but both looking after Angelica:

A beautiful one family home built in 1911was the site of our spiritual healing work today.  There were many different spirits and energies abound.  I will speak of the ones I had encountered.

Immediately upon walking through the kitchen door, you could feel the fullness. I walked through the main floor first ,just sensing the activity.  As I walked through into the sunroom,one of the rocking chairs started rocking by itself .   A few moments later as I stood in the doorway to this room, I started to feel dizzy, at the same time my EMF counter started to register an increase in the magnetic field.  It did not last long. As it passed, so did my dizziness. In my mind’s eye I could see this jagged form of energy moving about in the corner of the room. If i had to explain its appearance it looked much like the old rock candy, jagged with sharp edges. I decided this is where I would start. It felt like it was energy that was somehow shot down from the cosmos. I worked to wrap this energy and send it back up where it belonged. 

The next area was the staircase. It seemed to hold residual energy of arguments and unhappiness.  This feeling continued up to the third floor bedroom. This space held the energy of being a punishment room. I did not sense any actual spirits , just the residual feelings, of anger, fear and injustice. I worked to cleanse the negativity and fill the space with bright white/gold light from the higher power. I filled the space with love. I proceeded to cleanse the second floor including the son’s bedroom. As I cleanse I do try to fill it with love simultaneously so no space is left open.

I thought I had completed the work in the son’s room.  Angelica, a new student member, saw an apparition of a woman in period clothes. This apparition walked up the stairs to the son’s room. I went back to the room. I worked with this female spirit and brought down a male spirit she was familiar with to help her move on.  I don’t usually get names, but this time I was sensing a female name that began with an E. Emily, Eleanor or Elizabeth for her male counterpart I got the letter J. His name/initial was not sensed as strongly as hers. It will be interesting to see if the family finds any names similar in the history of the home.

I did feel some Native American Energy in the basement.  It was more of a happy, communal feeling.

I took a walk outside around the property’s borders.  Here, I could see the history unfold.  This home had once hosted beautiful community gatherings, summer picnics filled with laughter and fun.. It seemed to be a place the neighbors would visit often.

Overall, I personally did not sense that anyone had died on the property.  I did sense there had been moments of unhappiness in the home’s past with spirits that had not realized they were no longer alive.  It was an honor to be asked to help bring peace to the current family.  I hope our work today does just that.

Back to me: Not bad for a first time, Angelica did say she’d been attacked before!