Last night I had the worst and realest dreams of my life. It started with me and my dad doing family research and finding out my great grandmothers old home was up for sale. So we found out where it was and went for a visit, that’s when I realized the house next door was so haunted; I could feel it across the street where we had parked. I don’t believe in good or evil (I believe that “good: and “evil” are terms humans invented to create fear in ourselves, I believe in light and dark) but this was evil, it was the darkest energy I have ever felt in my entire life. I just stood there staring at it, wondering how anyone could ever live there. (This house was too for sale). We return home, and a few days later we find out that there was a mix up and they listed my great grandmothers home wrong. It was listed as a 3 bedroom but it was only a two bedroom. So the couple that bought it ended up buying land but were staying in the house next door until there house was completed.
Somehow my dad found the number to the people who now lived in this haunted home. He dialed the number and talked to the woman who answered my dad said “I cannot help you but maybe my daughter can” and handed me the phone. The lady on the other end was so desperate for help; you could hear it in her voice. She went on to tell me that she would go to the thrift store and buy picture frames and when she’d hang them, pieces of glass would go missing from them; As if someone cut a portion out but left the rest. I asked her if she had a witch shop near her, or a rock shop, normally people there have connections to help you. She said she didn’t, I told her I didn’t know how to help but I may know some people that can. I told her to call this number back in two days and I should have some help for her. I talked to Iris and her friend Pamela for help, they said they could help this woman but she never called back. So I drove them to the house to see if everything was okay. When we got there both cars were in the driveway, when we knocked on the door it opened slightly. We said “hello” a bunch of times and no one answered. So we cautiously walked in, we found a woman in the fetal position crying on the floor. She was in the living room, there was a glass and broken pieces of stuff all over the floor, as if someone was angry and just started throwing stuff. We got her out of the house, we asked where her husband was and she told us he was away on business.
I then asked Iris if she saw something following behind her, she said that she did. It was as if the house was now attached to her and would follow her wherever she went but was also still very much in the home. We took her to a motel, we sage the crap out of her. As soon as we’d light a sage stick it would go up in flames, we ended up using quite a few. I forget what happens next but I see darkness and hear someone scream and wake up crying me eyes out.
The entire time this happened I was conscious of what was going on so I kept saying to myself, white light surrounds me, I am the light because I choose the light. I radiate light; I keep white light around me. As I did this it swirled around me, protecting me. I then said you are not welcome here, return from which you came. I said it over and over again. Each time stronger and with more power until the entire room was filled with light. I woke up crying like I have never cried from a dream before; I woke up my husband to tell him about this dream. I can still see the house as if I had truly been there, I just have no idea where it is. I can still hear this woman’s voice so desperate for help. I haven’t remembered my dreams in weeks and now this, there is a reason.
When I got myself together I saged the room and my husband, dog and myself; I was afraid to go back to sleep because I didn’t want to dream of it again. After I saged and got settled I fell asleep and slept better than I have in weeks. I have pleasant dreams after returning to sleep. So once I woke up I did a quick mediation, which my grandma quickly came to visit me. It was nice to see her; it has been quite some time since I needed her wisdom. She told me that I cannot save everyone, and that’s okay. It isn’t my job to save the world, I can only save those who you want to be saved and it is up to them to do the work; I can only guide them in the right direction. She also told me that I am on my life path; writing is my gift to help anyone who seeks it. By sharing my stories and experience’s it shows others that they are not alone, and with a positive mind they can get through anything. That the strength and power they seek is within them waiting to be unleashed.
I have been crying on and off all morning with the power of this dream and of the mediation. I am not crying out of fear because I am not afraid, they are tears of gratefulness. I did not expect to feel this way about it but everything happens for a reason. I believed this happened to prepare me for future events that have yet to take place. I also get the feeling that someone close to me may pass away and that no matter what I do I cannot save them because they do not want to be saved. In a way this dream was healing for me, as crazy as that may sound, I am so grateful for this dream and where it has taken me.
In the words of my grandma “Leave the world a little better than how you found it; touch every person that crosses your path, that’s how you change lives.”