I moved into my home in 2003. It's a beautiful ground floor two bedroom-flat / apartment with a garden. I was so chuffed to have a garden-who wouldn't be? It needed some work but I was prepared to put that in.
The garden is an L-shape. You open the patio doors and you have in front of you a paved bit followed by an L-shaped bit for planting (pictures attached). We have an area which is fenced of which is just grass and trees, this land is separated by a wall that leads to a river. So I could not really have asked for a nicer space.
Now when we moved in, the garden was a mess; to put it frankly it looked like a jungle. I would often say to my children "I wonder what sort of insects and creatures live in all that s...e".
As we moved in November we did not really do anything with the garden until March 2004, when the weather started to improve. It took hours to cut the grass and pull the weeds out. My two boys and I would squirm every time we had to pull out weeds; GOD knows what else would pop out! However, I must admit we saw some insects that even fascinated us. After loads of hard work, blisters on our hands, back aches, we managed to get our space looking "TIDY".
We dug the soil; it was amazing how this garden had been neglected. We found so much rubbish buried in the soil.
Now whilst we were turning this jungle into a haven, not once did I ever feel anything, sense anything. I was excited at the thought of having a garden with beautiful flowers, herbs, grass. Little did I know my peace was not going to last. It all started after we had cut the grass and weeds.
When I first started to feel, see and sense things is blank. But here goes:
There are two trees that I stare at, no matter what time of the day it is or night. I will stare at a particular spots. It is almost like I am being watched. When I go into the garden, the first thing I do it stare at the tree on the left, and more recently the tree on the right.
At night, before I go to bed, I will before I get into bed, go to the window and stare at the tree closet to my window. If I don't, it is like something has not been completed.
We used to call Inki in through the bedroom window-my son and me-we have stopped this after sunset, we have both heard and felt as if someone is coming towards us. My son has even said he is not doing that again there is someone out there!
I have tried to grow flowers and herbs, but nothing seems to grow. This in itself baffled me a lot.
On a warm day I will sit in the garden but know I am not alone. Every now and again, I will hear the leaves being walked in.
Last month I decided I would try again to plant some flowers and herbs, and some vegetables. The first thing I did was clear up some leaves which always seem to gather up where the fencing started. After clearing the leaves, I began to dig. That was hard work and I mean hard work. I have only done a quarter of the garden.
I planted some sunflowers, as well as other flowers, some herbs in one section and vegetables in other section.
I looked at the places I had planted some flowers and herbs more recently and we have herbs growing and I think flowers are shooting out.
Inki (my cat) would stare at the same spots as me, but just recently he has started to play near trees, hide somewhere around these tree as well.
The day before yesterday I got home from work opened the garden door, and called out for Inki, expecting him to pop out of the usual spot I was shocked to see him near the tree on the right with a beautiful ginger cat. Both cats just sat there. The ginger cat stared at me, acknowledged the name I called her as well. Then they were gone.
To avoid any future confusion regarding the authenticity of the story, I must point out that the Garden experiences along with the photographs have already been published in www.sanskrit-yoga.com by the author Surya.