In the previous post I told of how, with a friend, we were in the process of investigating a poltergeist haunting. A fascinating experience in and of itself but as often is with the world of the mysterious our paths take unexpected turns. Expect the unexpected!
So I was in the throes of some last-minute dowsing, using the excuse of going to the rest room when my intuition kicked my butt back in time four years and some few months…
Back then I had my home in which me and my wife had lived. We had separated and divorced some 3 years prior to the time of which I speak. It had been a really traumatic time for me and I’m sure for her too. I learned a lot about life and emotion during those three years. But that is a private story. My point is this at this time (4 years ago) I was using the rods for everything (like I don’t know) but back then both Gwas and I were new to rod dowsing so we were keen to use this tool on any and everything.
Feng Shui is something that I have taken up on and off over the last 15 years, even been on the odd course. So I was familiar with the notion of house energies even before I brought dowsing rods into the equation. Well one late Winter I decided to do some serious house dowsing. I had just finished a contract of work and had the time to explore the energies of my home. If I were to guess I would have said that my house had virtually no threshold left. I didn’t consider it my home (since my marriage had concluded) fortunately or not I didn’t know much about threshold energies at that time so I wasn’t worried about it.
Anyway, one day I came home and broke through the barriers that exist in dowsing ones home (what barriers you ask? Try and dowse your home and you’ll see). Taking advantage of this break I dowsed the house from top to bottom and found some amazing discoveries…
My house was a 3 up two down with conservatory at the back and front and back gardens. What I found was some serious negative energies flowing throughout the house. Beginning (oddly) in the back garden the flowed through each of the rooms in the house. In each room they pooled (spiralled) into a deep power centre of negative energy. Was this the cause of the negative things that had happened in that house?
Interesting questions.
Personally I am a Response-Able person. I have learned to never shirk excuses onto the shoulders of others, events or as in this instance, energies. Nevertheless at that time I was close to being convinced that the energies in that house (how had they got so negative?) had had an influence. Gwas and I had many theories as to the potential cause of this darkness (on a scale of 1-10 it was 7) that flowed through all of the house.
For the purposes of this tale it doesn’t matter so much about the how’s, why’s or indeed how I cleaned up that mess. A truly powerful bit of magic that I am still learning from today. What is important is this. The fragrance that I mentioned in my last post had reminded me of the dark energies in my own home. Question: Was Karen’s home infected with similar dark pools of energy as was mine? Surely I would have felt it (Yes, I am that good). I didn’t want to ask the questions. What would I do with the answers?
Certainly the way the energy pooled in the rooms was reminiscent of the way it had in my house. But this was a beautiful loving home that, as I mentioned before, had a fabulous threshold energy. All of these questions were flickering through my mind as fast as lightning, I was on fire. Time for leaving was a foot and there were too many questions.
- Was this dark energy like there was in my house all them years ago? No. Relief!
- Is there a connection between the energies of my house and this house? Yes.
- Has someone cast a spell on this house? No (Gwas and I suspected some such foul play in my instance).
- Was there something for me to learn here? Yes.
- Was there some work for me to do here? Why hadn’t I asked this question before? Yes.
- Important work? Yes.
Thinking back to these questions I wonder who determines whether (a) there is some work to do and (b) that it is important. I digress. I could hear movement downstairs and knew my time was up. Just one more question my intuition was begging me. But what? I needed a clue. A clue, I thought. Then, okay go for it. Can you give me another clue as to what this all means? The rods where off again. I swear I have never seen them so enthusiastic, or maybe it was my own need for haste. I dashed through a couple of corridors and a room and there at the back of the room was a little chest. My heart sank. Not another chest. What is it with chests?
Even though my rational and intuitional mind was shouting that I should check for traps (sorry I’m regressing to Dungeons and Dragons youth). I pulled open the chest and peered in. Yes, I know. I am in someone elses home and I am peeking into private things. Sorry. They had given me permission to dowse throughout the house. That’s my excuse and I am sticking to it.
Anyway, do you want to know what happened next or not? I am coming to the end of this post so you better let me get on. So I shoved open this chest and my eye was immediately caught by something. I stood still staring at it.
A shout from the doorway brought me back to consciousness and I slammed the chest shut and rushed down to the door. I confessed (truthfully) that I had got lost. Rob, Sylvia (who seemed very huffy) and I said our thank you’s and good byes and got into Rob’s car. The car wheels span on the gravel and I just had to stop Rob. Hang on a minute.
I jumped out of the car and ran back up to the door. I had to ask, just had to. Only Karen and Charlie were left at the door. I rushed up to them and Karen asked if I had forgotten something. I stopped.
This is where it all matters of course. Following a path with a heart? It’s easy to do all the dowsing, the communing, all ‘that’ kind of stuff. Where it matters is at moments like this. When you are a question away from making an ass of yourself, where every rational neuron tells you not to be daft and walk away. Where it screams ‘are you crazy?’ My friends, it is these moments wherein the real magic lies…
Sorry, I said, but a couple of rooms down from the toilet there is a room with a yellow and pink striped chest. What is the stuff in there?
Kal Malik
