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My Spiritual Path Part 11
Norma had suggested that I simply ask the spirit to leave and it would. I was confident that my hosts had asked/told it to leave many times. However, Norma was the “Pro” and if she said ask, then I was going to ask.
I had asked Linda to see if there were any completion photos of the house right after it was built. I had sketched up a drawing of how I thought it looked when it was originally constructed. Now that I had séance experience, I was far less timid about dealing with the invisible guest. I arranged to meet at the house three days later on Saturday.
I did bring my Tarot cards but buoyed by my spirit communication, I elected to fly this one solo without cards, using only my intuition to make contact. As soon as we were all seated, I acknowledged the spirit with two raps on the table top. To my pleasure, there were two soft raps on the basement door.
Linda brought a small manila envelope to the table. She pinched the flies and opened the flap. Inside were four pictures. They were old and creased. Each picture was of a different side of the house taken shortly after the house was completed. I had folded my sketches and placed them in my pants pocket. I unfolded the papers and flattened them out on the table. Picking up one of the photos, I compared it to my sketch. Now, I’m no architect but the pictures were very similar. I looked at Linda, she placed a second photo on the table. Pointing to the first she said. “This is the original construction photo taken after the house was built but, there was a fire and the whole side and the front had to be rebuilt.” She handed me the second photo and it showed the house as it stood today. Again, three soft taps on the basement door. Pieces were starting to fall together.
I spoke out loud “The family would very much appreciate it if you would leave the home.” Ooopppsss, wrong thing to ask. Three loud booms on the furnace pipes. Norma was not correct about this spirit. What was I to do? I asked, Linda, did you find out any information about the owners?”
“I did, the owners were two brothers, they were both killed in a car accident some years ago. One of the brothers was married, shortly after their death the wife sold the house and moved to the West coast. I talked to the neighbor who moved in down the street only a few weeks before the wife moved. As she told me, the wife was moving to get treatment for cancer, she wasn’t expected to live very long.
“Did you hear that?” I said out loud. Justice is being served. Linda laughed. “The neighbor also said she had heard that the wife was cheating on the husband with some young guy that worked for them, as the story is told, the husband was violently angry and threatened to kill the young guy. Other neighbors who were close to the family think that the wife and the brother were actually involved. The husband and wife were the talk of the neighborhood with their loud fights. Shortly after a big blow-up, the brother moved and the young guy wasn’t seen again. This statement was followed by three loud booms on the basement pipes.
I felt like a private investigator, because I thought I had solved the “crime.”
I looked at Chad and Linda. They were staring at me in disbelief.
“Did you have an affair with the wife?” Silence. “Do you know who was having an affair with her?”
Three soft but solid raps on the furnace pipes. Did the husband think you were having an affair with his wife?” Again, the raps on the pipes.
“Was the brother having the affair?” Three raps. “So, one of them killed you, is that right?” Three raps.
“Was it the husband?” Silence. “Was it the brother?” Rap, Rap, Rap.
“Well, they are both dead, and the wife is dead or dying. Did she ever tell her husband the truth?” Silence.
“So, she could have saved you if she had spoken up, Is that correct?” Rap, Rap, Rap.
I leaned back in my chair. Turning to face my hosts.
“Well, there you have it. The poor guy was falsely accused and murdered because the wife wouldn’t come clean. Maybe now he can find some peace.” Rap, Rap. Rap.
I went home and called Norma.
“How long have you been doing this?” she asked.
“You know it’s only been about six months,” I answered.
Norma let out a low laugh, “Then we are going to have to move up your training. You did an outstanding job. Norma asked that I relay my experiences to our séance group at our next meeting. I surmised that not too many others had shared an experience like mine.
The next morning, Linda called me at work. “He’s gone.”
“Gone?’ I asked, “how do you know?”
“Well, not a sound all night, and the owl was still on the stereo, when we woke up.
I was elated at the news and couldn’t wait to tell Norma, but I reminded myself it was only one day. I was anxious to see what new adventures she had in store for me now that the haunted house was no longer haunted.
I had asked Linda to see if there were any completion photos of the house right after it was built. I had sketched up a drawing of how I thought it looked when it was originally constructed. Now that I had séance experience, I was far less timid about dealing with the invisible guest. I arranged to meet at the house three days later on Saturday.
I did bring my Tarot cards but buoyed by my spirit communication, I elected to fly this one solo without cards, using only my intuition to make contact. As soon as we were all seated, I acknowledged the spirit with two raps on the table top. To my pleasure, there were two soft raps on the basement door.
Linda brought a small manila envelope to the table. She pinched the flies and opened the flap. Inside were four pictures. They were old and creased. Each picture was of a different side of the house taken shortly after the house was completed. I had folded my sketches and placed them in my pants pocket. I unfolded the papers and flattened them out on the table. Picking up one of the photos, I compared it to my sketch. Now, I’m no architect but the pictures were very similar. I looked at Linda, she placed a second photo on the table. Pointing to the first she said. “This is the original construction photo taken after the house was built but, there was a fire and the whole side and the front had to be rebuilt.” She handed me the second photo and it showed the house as it stood today. Again, three soft taps on the basement door. Pieces were starting to fall together.
I spoke out loud “The family would very much appreciate it if you would leave the home.” Ooopppsss, wrong thing to ask. Three loud booms on the furnace pipes. Norma was not correct about this spirit. What was I to do? I asked, Linda, did you find out any information about the owners?”
“I did, the owners were two brothers, they were both killed in a car accident some years ago. One of the brothers was married, shortly after their death the wife sold the house and moved to the West coast. I talked to the neighbor who moved in down the street only a few weeks before the wife moved. As she told me, the wife was moving to get treatment for cancer, she wasn’t expected to live very long.
“Did you hear that?” I said out loud. Justice is being served. Linda laughed. “The neighbor also said she had heard that the wife was cheating on the husband with some young guy that worked for them, as the story is told, the husband was violently angry and threatened to kill the young guy. Other neighbors who were close to the family think that the wife and the brother were actually involved. The husband and wife were the talk of the neighborhood with their loud fights. Shortly after a big blow-up, the brother moved and the young guy wasn’t seen again. This statement was followed by three loud booms on the basement pipes.
I felt like a private investigator, because I thought I had solved the “crime.”
I looked at Chad and Linda. They were staring at me in disbelief.
“Did you have an affair with the wife?” Silence. “Do you know who was having an affair with her?”
Three soft but solid raps on the furnace pipes. Did the husband think you were having an affair with his wife?” Again, the raps on the pipes.
“Was the brother having the affair?” Three raps. “So, one of them killed you, is that right?” Three raps.
“Was it the husband?” Silence. “Was it the brother?” Rap, Rap, Rap.
“Well, they are both dead, and the wife is dead or dying. Did she ever tell her husband the truth?” Silence.
“So, she could have saved you if she had spoken up, Is that correct?” Rap, Rap, Rap.
I leaned back in my chair. Turning to face my hosts.
“Well, there you have it. The poor guy was falsely accused and murdered because the wife wouldn’t come clean. Maybe now he can find some peace.” Rap, Rap. Rap.
I went home and called Norma.
“How long have you been doing this?” she asked.
“You know it’s only been about six months,” I answered.
Norma let out a low laugh, “Then we are going to have to move up your training. You did an outstanding job. Norma asked that I relay my experiences to our séance group at our next meeting. I surmised that not too many others had shared an experience like mine.
The next morning, Linda called me at work. “He’s gone.”
“Gone?’ I asked, “how do you know?”
“Well, not a sound all night, and the owl was still on the stereo, when we woke up.
I was elated at the news and couldn’t wait to tell Norma, but I reminded myself it was only one day. I was anxious to see what new adventures she had in store for me now that the haunted house was no longer haunted.
