Ghost Stories

I recently had a disturbing dream. A man, shadowed in gold was speaking to me. I couldn't quite see his face. He told me he was watching me, recording my every move. I woke up, with a start. It left me feeling the creeps.

A neighbour intercepted me while I was walking my wee beastie, she asked me if I felt anything unusual when alone in my building. I imediately knew what she was getting at. I confirmed she was speaking about energy, spiritual energy and then told her, absolutely yes. She told me she often feels like she's being watched, and others feel the same way.

When I first moved in here I joked with Gee telling him the place was haunted. I wasn't really joking, but how else do you say such a preposterous thing, without a giggle? I think it took some courage on her behalf to approach and initiate such a conversation, I felt she recognised me, who and what I am, whatever that may be, and offered a few pieces of advice starting with meditation every day to try and help clear the energy of this building.

Very bad things happened here before it was bought by the current owners, who have done a heck of a job turning things around. I couldn't explain the anxiety and sort of sick-ish feelings I had when I first moved in, except privately, to myself that what I was feeling was too familiar, and bad memories began stirring. Now its beginning to make sense, my kind of sense a kind of non-sensical sense that resides not in the head, but in the solar plexis area, and the heart.

I am a living shadow of my own past, caring for a building trapped by its own ghastly history. Perhaps, my living and working here can help heal us both; the woman and the tower.

I went out and got sage and sweetgrass and burned them. No one told me to do that, I was compelled to clear this place out, I didn't know how, but have passed through enough new age, mystical and majical stores in my day to know a thing or two about what ingredients to stock up on.

Turned out this was a good thing to do. There are other's here, she confided, who are actively working to ellevate the energy of the building. Other's who burn the sweet grass and meditate, and pray, and do all the things I do, that she couldn't have known I do, well unless SHE'S the one watching me! LOL!

I've begun extending my shielding meditations to include all my neighbours, rather than just my suite, now that I know it isn't just my suite that has been affected by this terrible energy.

I was drawn here, to this building, even though contrarily, I felt the urge to run away almost daily. This was a very confusing thing for me as I had really wanted to find a place like this, I even carved into my wish candle my requirtements. Had to be a certain size building no talller, no shorter. It couldn't have more than fifty apartments, it had to have balconies, and a rooftop for growing tomatoes, a gym would be nice, obviously it's got to be near the ocean and mostly, it had to be dog friendly. Believe me, it seemed like a tall order at the time. I was working on a wish candle to bring a little black and white dog into my life. One that needed love more than others, one that would be energetic, crafty, agile, smart, and not too cutesie, oh yeah and if it could look like a border collie, but without the same requirements of a big back yard? All the better.

Well, five months later we found the building, this one. six months after that, on Valentines day we adopted our little "border corgi", as we call him.

I digress only in the interest of trying to make the point that we are constantly creating and recreating our selves and our lives. Wishes are dreams released into the universe boomerang fashion pinned to gossomer wings of hope that a wish will return one day, fulfilled.

Anyway, I'm a bit more concerned by the recent tsunami warning I DIDN'T get a few days ago when the Pacific Tsunami Warning System failed to reach more than a handful of people with the alert of an immanent tsunami, that thankfully never materialized.