My son and I moved into another new apartment, (moneys up we move into an apartment, moneys down we're homeless, we're OK with it). So this one is in North Chatt which used to be where all the exciting things happened about ten years ago or so. We moved in in November of last year. It's a sweet little place, with neighbourly people, a fair amount of musicians and artists, dog friendly, and lots of easy going party people.
Once we got everything situated, (weekend, we don't have much,) we noticed a little pocket of energy that moved around randomly. We couldn't see it, we could feel it, and since we were getting used to this kind of thing now we weren't afraid of it nor did we get anything but very light hearted vibes when it was around. But my dog could apparently see it because he would be lying on his side lazily staring into space, then all of a sudden leap up and look something up and down and bay and growl, then slow the barking down and guardedly walk over and sniff like he does when he meets a stranger.
After the first time he did it every day at 2:00 PM, 7 or 8:00PM, and 2 in the morning. It was kind of cute, and my son and I would look up and say "that guy is back to play with the dog" and play with the energy, which felt like the same as Br. Thomas and other positive experiences we had, so we liked him. But the baying at two in the morning was getting old, Finnegans bay could wake children sleeping in Russia, so armed with all the information found on this site about cleansing, I invited some friends over for a apartment blessing/cleansing and we burned some sage, drank some wine, and everyone had a good time praying or singing whatever their tradition made them comfortable with.
The next day we stayed up late visiting the neighbours and playing chess. So at one in the morning we were awake with the door open to our porch/deck watching a movie and facing the door and the nice fresh air when I saw who I thought at first was a young friend who used to stop by occasionally, get up from lying on the porch and look at me with this stoner smile on his face. He wore cut-offs, that's it. With the same shaggy hair as this kid, and I was just about to say hi and look who's here and all and realized it was getting on to two in the morning and this was a total stranger attempting to walk right in the door. Finnegan did his bay - swallow - sniff to this kid who put his hand out for the dog to make up to, and the kid smiled at me and started to walk in the door and could not! He frowned at the space, and backed up and looked absolutely stricken at me like he was sorry for whatever he did wrong, and disappeared. I really felt bad, but in case anyone wonders, all that cleansing and blessing really works. He showed up another time around 8ish, always picking himself off the porch first then turned and looked at me kind of sad and disappeared.
Now, I remember sitting up after a clinical death (too long, different story,) just like that, not knowing I had died, sitting up and looking at everybody. So the poor kid maybe didn't know... Anyway, I asked around in the neighbourhood if anyone had died young in our building, and got a resounding Oh h@ll yes it could be anybody in those studio apartments. People had overdosed, gotten shot, drunk themselves to death, roll the dice! So actually I don't know for sure if our guy over dosed on the porch, I'm only going by the every apparition begins with him lying on the porch. Onward.
The next time Finnegan bayed - gulped - sniffed at the doorway, I wasn't seeing him after that second time, I said "buddy do you know you've passed?" I sort of hoped I could see him again. Didn't happen, but there was a definite pillar of energy standing there. So I tried that method that someone had posted last year about visualizing light and moving them into it. I told him it wasn't that we didn't like him, he'd done nothing wrong, there are just better places than this to be and he should go there. I think it worked; you can kind of see it / feel it happen. And we've had no more baying in the night.
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