My spiritual Path Part 7
Idle discussions complete, I took the Tarot cards from their box and sat them on the table. I felt a change in the energy in the room as soon as they touched the table. It was as though a soft breeze was blowing through the room, but there was no source for the breeze. I looked at Barb, she was looking at me with uncertainty.
“What?” she asked
“Nothing, I answered. “Do you feel it?”
“Yes, what is it?” she answered.
“I have no clue, but I think we’re going to find out.”
My decision to undertake this adventure without experienced help suddenly seemed like a less than intelligent choice. However, we were here and Chad and Linda had high hopes for us. So, what’s that they say, the only thing we had to fear was fear itself. In the same way that I had received the information in the ESP seminar, the picture of a young man came into my mind. I removed the Page of Wands from the deck to represent the spirit during my Tarot reading and began shuffling the cards. It was my hope that by laying the cards, we might receive a clue as to who the spirit was, and why he was here. At the moment, it hadn’t dawned on me that I had no plans of what to do if any clues were revealed. Full speed ahead.
I turned the first card over and laid it across the representative card.
“Boom.”
Everyone at the table jumped. I jumped and almost dropped the cards.
“It’s him,” Chad said. “He’s banging on the furnace pipes.”
I laid a second card.
“Boom.”
This time I didn’t jump.
Linda wore a very solemn look, Barb chuckled nervously. Chills ran through my body. I thought, now you’ve done it. I wished that I had done more research on ghosts and spirits, but at that time in our world there was not yet internet, so research would have been time-consuming and laborious. I pressed on, laying the third card.
“Boom.”
“Who are you?”
“Boom.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Boom.”
It was obvious that whoever was hitting the pipes could hear and understand me.
“Can we go in the basement?” I asked.
“We could,” Chad answered. “Are you sure you want to?”
“Sure, why not?”
We rose and made our way to the basement door.
The house having been built in the 1920’s had what is called a Michigan basement. This meant that the basement was only about 5 feet tall, with a concrete pad in the center which held the furnace, water heater, or other equipment essential to make the home habitable. Around the concrete pad, there was large stone gravel which covered the floor from the pad to the foundation walls. We sat on the steps, Chad and Linda sat on the stair in front of Barb and I. All of us were facing the furnace. The furnace was an older coal-fired furnace which had been converted to burn oil. To my left around the foundation, in the corner, was a cistern. Things were quiet, so I was emboldened.
“Why are you bothering these people?”
“Boom.”
The sound was much louder in the basement. One of the pipes ran along the basement ceiling right next to the stairs. I placed my hand on the pipe.
“Boom.”
I snatched my hand away. The sound was loud and was obviously coming from the pipe, but there was no vibration from the pipe.
“How can we help you?”
I noticed that the furnace had been turning on and off every few minutes.
“Does it always do that?” I asked.
“Not until today,” Chad answered.
“You have got to tell us what you want us to do.”
The booming had stopped and the furnace stayed lit. I breathed a sigh of relief. As I did, the sump pump turned on. Chad started reciting the ‘Lord’s Prayer.’ Linda was rocking slowly as she sat.
“It’s only the sump pump Chad.” I offered.
“I know, but that pump hasn’t worked in two years.”
I felt as though I had the wind knocked out of me. We sat quietly for a few minutes. My mind raced to try and plan our next move.
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