On the Edge Part IV

Continued from part III here.

I had left Peter with an “Evil” thing in his attic. The thing had a negative energy strength of -6 (Yes it’s bad, but he had been living with a -10 for 2 years). So I wasn’t feeling too bad about it. The next day I couldn’t make it back and the day after I got a call from Peter in the morning. “You have to come back! I’m being driven crazy!” was the message he left on my answer machine.

So I was back at his house that evening and he was a mess! “What the heck happened to you?” He was dishevelled, sunken eyes, like he hadn’t had any sleep for 2 days. Which apparently he hadn’t.

Two days ago, when I had left him, he had taken the diaries up to his room and read through them, through almost the night, then he had tried to get some sleep in the early hours but his head was filled with stuff from the diary. The next morning (or rather the same morning) he was ill with headaches and couldn’t go to work. These continued throughout the day and the next night he couldn’t get to sleep either and spent the night watching TV in the lounge.

Wow! A normal perspective might have been a virus or illness of some kind but this was too much of a coincidence. I couldn’t help but ask Peter why he hadn’t gone to the Dr’s with this. Sorry, just couldn’t resist the dig. Time for some dowsing…

• Did the thing upstairs cause Peters illness and nightmares? Yes.
• What strength was it now? -17! What? What? I triple checked it. Yes it was -17! How? I thought about it for a bit and the only thing that came to mind was that Peter had been reading the diaries and had taken the box up to his room (I should have told him not to do that). Was this the cause of the -17? YES.
• After some really cool intuition and dowsing (if I do say so myself) I came up with the notion that because Peter had been reading the emotional content of the diaries the thing had been able to sap his energy too and was now a whopping -17! Scary!

I dowsed the box (and books) and found that its energy levels had diminished and had moved. I followed them and they led to where Peter was sat! I asked him to move and the energies moved with him. I dowsed and found three spirals of energy coming out of him and heading up the stairs (you know where!). Then I had an insight…

Gwas and I often find that a energy centre doesn’t necessarily mean a place where energies come out from, but may also be a place where energies sink in to. So I asked whether the energy flow was coming out or in. Totally frighteningly I found they were going into him! The thing had its ‘claws’ in him, quite literally.

With a sigh, I asked whether I could still get rid of this thing? Surprisingly Yes. I had brought the following with me…

• Incense (sandalwood and nag champa)
• Candles
• Singing Bowl (I had it in the car)
• Crystals (again I have stacks of them in the car).

As I walked back to the car I felt quite bad for Peter, What a blow. I was also kicking myself for not burning the diaries (that would have been my first point) fire seems to have a good destructive effect on negative energies (mythically and really). As this was going through my head, a thought occurred to me. O crap! I hadn’t protected myself and I pulled the rods by the car and found that I had a ‘tendril’ wrapped around me too. I did a quick energy bomb and checked. Nope, still there. I spent a bit more time in visualising another one and bang! Still there! Okay, I thought, at least I know it’s there. So I wandered back to the garden (our base of operations) and I dowsed for what I needed.

• How many candles will I need? 1…2…3…7…14…22…33. What? A thought occurred to me. One for each power centre? Yes. Crap I had like about 7 candles. Ok Next,
• How many incense sticks? 17 (this got worse and worse)
• Crystals? 2. I know 2? What?
• Did I need the singing bowl? No.
• Was this all? No.
• Did I need to do a intention? Yes.
• Was that all? No.
• Did we need to burn the diaries? Yes.
• Was that all? No.
• Did I need to get help from life energy (plants/trees)? No. Hot darn it.
• Was I being affected by the energy tendril? Yes.

I knew I was missing something but just couldn’t think of what, then I had a breakthrough. There was this energy tendril attached to me, but it wasn’t like leprechaun energy that followed you around. Could I move far enough away to be detached from this? As an after thought I wondered…Could Peter?

I asked whether what I needed was something that I needed to bring? No. Was it an action of some kind? Yes. Good! I needed candles so I asked Peter to come with me to the superstore. He refused, but I told him it would be good for him and he came along. We had driven about 10 minutes and Peter visibly (and I really mean visibly) improved. Interesting that ‘they’ (the tendrils) couldn’t follow.

We walked around the local DIY store looking for candles (Peter thought I was nuts). But eventually I found a box of a hundred tea lights. Perfect. As we walked towards the counter I was drawn to the plants. I know, the rods had said no, but…hmmm…As I pondered them, Peter stepped over and said, “they’ll die”. So I wistfully let it go and turned back to the aisle just in time to bump into a lady carrying a sign, it said, “Home is where the Heart is”

I am lucky (touch wood) if I do say so myself, my luck comes not from having signs pop into my life frequently but from being able to recognise them when they do, This was one such occasion. Home is where the heart is. I knew what the missing ingredient was.

We bought the candles and returned to the house, but before going near it I stopped the car and put quintuple levels of protection around both of us. I didn’t want any tendrils latching onto us. This time I had told Peter what I was doing (blessing him), I needed all the placebo I could get.

We got out of the car and walked to the back garden. I knew almost immediately that Peter had been ‘infected’ again. He had no threshold in that house. It was time to kick butt!

I didn’t do any more question dowsing, the good fortune at the DIY store was enough for me. The world doesn’t test our faith. It is we that should test it. So I had faith that I had got a good sign and now I was about to follow it. I prepped Peter for his part in the ceremony and we began.

1. We began by creating a pyre for the diaries in the back garden. We didn’t light it right then but waited until we completed the rest of the work.
2. Then I went around the house and lit candles at each of the power centres. “Take me to each power centre in the correct order for our task”, is what I asked for. There were 7 in the attic. Peter followed me (rather reluctantly at first but then got caught up in the ceremony of it all) and did his bit. It took ages to light all the 33 candles (I didn’t count them to be honest, I just walked and lit).
3. Then it was the incense sticks, I lit them 5 at a time and placed them around the house as directed by the rods, and Peter followed doing his bit. Apart from 3 sticks which needed to be placed in the center-ish of the living room, the rest were placed pretty much next to candles. Three went in the attic, one of which was right above the the thing. Scary!
4. Of the two crystals, one was placed in the front exit and the other, again eeek, was placed on top of the thing (I pushed it over it from a distance).

As we finished this, I felt certain that the tendrils from Peter had gone and I checked to confirm it. It had taken us about 1 hour and 20 minutes (the longest ceremony I’ve done) to set up the scene, now it was time to evict the previous resident. I asked to see where Peter needed to be and it was in the centre of the living room, where the incense sticks were. He did so and I went into the back garden.

I stood before the box of diaries and stilled myself to set my intention. It was time to kick this thing out of the house and for it to never return (which is what I had instructed Peter to think too). I then lit the diaries (which we had soaked with a bit of petrol). They went up in flames, in a rather satisfying way. As they reached the final embers I shouted in to Peter and a few seconds later I heard a satisfying slam of a door.

Was it done?

We waited until the incense sticks in the living room had gone out and then went around the home collecting all the candles, crystals and remains of incense. The house did feel a lot different and I didn’t mind going into the attic. The litmus test was of course the dowsing.

• Had the thing been banished from the home? Yes
• Had the negative energy tendrils and power centres been removed from the home? Yes, I didn’t expect a full yes from that to be honest.
• Had a protective threshold been established? Yes

It looked like it was a job well done, but if you’re wondering what Peters part had been then read on.

From the ‘sign’ in the DIY store I knew that Peter had to make his house his home. He had to create and strengthen its threshold. So as I went about the house lighting candles and incense, at each centre Peter infused the area with love. Whether it was a hug, kissing the ground, saying “I love my home” (it took me a long while to persuade him to do these, but I think a combination of the diaries, the sleepless nights and my unbending intent brought him into the spirit of the action plan). That is how we did it.

Then when I was burning the diaries, Peter was imaging the thing being dragged out of the attic (through the crystal) and down through each burning candle and out of the front door (through the crystal). And when I shouted to him, he had gone to the front door and slammed it shut. Sealing his “homes” threshold.

According to the rods, it had all worked great. I asked Peter to buy some plants for his home as the final test and left with the satisfaction of a job well done. And if the sun hadn’t set, I’m sure it would have shone out like a good-un.

As I walked out, I triple checked for any leprechaun residuals as well as tendrils, nothing. This wasn’t going to be like the horror movies where there is a last bit of unfinished business.

Kal Malik