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Spirit of Spring
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It’s an odd time of year to share a 'ghost' story but springtime reminds me of an experience I'd like to share as the trees bud.
In the early spring of 2008, I was asked to housesit at the family home of a dear friend. They were going to leave for the week and visit grandparents some distance away and felt uncomfortable leaving the house and the dog alone for that long. I gladly accepted thinking it would be like a mini vacation, it ended up a disturbing job.
My first clues should have been the event of the week before when my friend (we will call him Jake for confidentiality) and I were watching a movie. The both of us heard glass shattering and I was sure the carnival glass his mother collected had fallen off of the shelf and broken in the computer room. When I checked, there was a pile of green iridescent shards in the floor, the neat pile should have struck me as odd but the only thing on my mind was his mother and how she might cut her feet if she got up. I walked around the jagged threats and woke his mom up to tell her about the incident and told her I'd clean it up. She got up to help me but when we returned to the spot all of the glass had simply vanished.
I stared blankly at the floor unsure of how to react. I’m sure you can imagine how insane I felt. Jake still sat on the couch. I told him what happened but he shrugged it off saying that maybe we heard it coming from outside but it still didn't explain what I seen. I analyzed it and decided I seen the glass because I thought that it would be there.
Before Jake left with his family he said to me "If the dog wakes up and starts barking late at night just ignore her, she does that sometimes." The comment should have been red flag number two but it never went up.
My first day in the house went well. Jake's family had bought the house next door and started renovations (Now that I think about it I guess I was double house-sitting) . They were paying me to paint Jake's room and do some cleaning which helped to pass the time. After a days worth of painting, I went back to the main house, peeled the paint cloths off and took a hot shower. By 8:00 p.m. my little girl was tired from playing and watching cartoons and dancing while mommy painted so I put her on a sleeping mat in Jake's bedroom and sang her to sleep; I put myself to bed shortly after.
At 2:15 a.m., I woke up hearing my little girl wondering through the house. The sleepwalking wasn't unusual and two-year-olds have a reputation of waking at random hours looking for 'momma'. So I wondered into the dark living room and called out to her. I heard her little feet running. I followed them into the kitchen and called for her to come to me. Then there was laughter aS she managed to get around me and head to where the kids slept. I followed again and told her to come to mommy. The pitter-pattering of feet were then suddenly on the other side of the house. Without a doubt, fear struck me. I thought to myself she couldn't move that fast.
In a dire attempt to check my sanity, I ran back to Jake's bedroom and crawled around on the floor looking for my daughter. She had simply pushed herself into the doorway of the closet; she had been there the entire time. Fear struck me again. What had I been chasing? I feel asleep beside her, asking my guardians to protect and shield us.
Morning came and so did a visit to Nanna's house. I took my little girl to stay with family while I finished housesitting. I returned with the intention of discovering what exactly was going on in the house. I wasn't disappointed. The second day went completely normal. There were no disturbances in the house but I found it hard to sleep and woke every few hours.
At 2:22 a.m. the next morning, the dog growled under the blankets. In fact she didn't just growl she came completely unraveled jumping from beneath the blankets, and her hair stood on end. My first thought was someone was trying to break into the house (as I'd been through that before and I wasn't too far off) . I checked the doors and windows, and in the stillness of a dark room, I listened but by this time all was quiet -including the dog.
Approximately an hour later, it was a repeat experience but I didn't bother checking entrances. The 'logic' was thrown out the window and I did what I should have done in the first place: I followed my intuition and followed the dog.
Growling and dashing here and there, she steered me through the kitchen to the doorway that led to the computer room (the same room where the broken glass was piled) and there in the door way was a looming, smoky shadow. The dog was growling at it ferociously. It felt angry and towering and it communicated with me both through the pain in my stomach and striking mental images that didn't make bit of sense to me immediately.
In my mind I saw the house next door and the yard. The focus was the work being done to the property. I didn't sleep at all for the rest of the morning but with coming light and a few cups of coffee, I managed. The smoky figure had dissipated from my vision but I still felt its presence. When the sun came up I took my cup of coffee and in bare feet and walked to the house next door. The presence didn't seem to be anywhere in the house.
I exited through the back door and started to walk the property; the visions returned to me. An extremely large hole had been dug on the property and Jake's parents were filling it with trash they had found in a storage shed that they intended to demolish. Several trees had been completely pulled up and one tree, a walnut tree and the largest on the property had been terribly burned on one side from the burning of the trash.
My stomach ached standing before this tree and I found myself very upset as tears started streaming down my face. Without any words, it had told me. I could see that this spirit was trying to get the attention of Jake's family for some time and they ignored it. When it realized I could sense it, it lashed out desperately this is what I could hear and feel.
I left but returned later with small tokens, water, milk, honey, silver and energy for healing. I promised to tell the family what I had learned.
The spring time is the awakening of the plants, nay, for the very earth itself. It is said that the Morrigan wakes them by striking them at Imbolc but perhaps the next time we carelessly pull up a plant or knock over nature in any form we might consider those beings who are a living part of their physical element and treat them as we would a deer slain for food, with respect, an offering and a prayer.
-Ceru April 3, 2011
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