Happy cats make for happy homes

 
adolescence Alabama beliefs blogging calm change Chicago crisis crushes dreams family fear flint hills food friends happiness health being a hippie holiday home internship kids loss love magic memories money music parties perfection plants projects relationships relaxation reminiscing ritual school social work issues spirits sports stress style the South violence weather weather worries writing

CURRENT MOON

 

Go now. Go.


There’s something about Sunday night
that really makes you want to kill yourself
Subscribe to this blog
for e-mail updates
 

Thursday, March 31, 2005

The spirit world

Steady rain falling outside the bedroom window is becoming my usual night music. Last night it was accompanied by a storm. Tim came home, his eyes on fire with excitement. "The veil between the two worlds is thin tonight," he said. This one and the spirit world, he meant. The latter was making its presence known last night. He put out food and drink for the spirits. Then he told me stories about his encounters with spirits.

I never know what to think. Most of the time, I am a little scared.

After we moved in here, Fergus was having trouble adjusting. Eventually I attributed that to a UTI and moving issues, but one night, he was particularly skittish. The whole evening just felt off in an undefineable way to me. Of course--at that point, I was worried about Fergus. When Tim came home, we talked about it. Was it because I could sense something wrong, or did I work myself into a panic by the power of suggestion? I'll never be able to distinguish. We held hands as we talked, and I was scared to take my eyes off him, because I thought if I did, he'd morph into another being while my gaze was away. (Why? Why why why? I can't put into any rational words why I'd think my love and protector would become something sinister.) He had me secure the house, shut the doors and windows, turn on the alarm sytem. Then he performed a protection spell. I don't know what that was like--I played the piano to keep my mind occupied, and to give him privacy for it. In the end, the part I participated in was burning sage to cleanse each room. Tim instructed me how to do it, the direction to wave the sage stick, the pattern to walk each room--the details of which I don't remember now.

Afterwards, I felt better. Safer. But was it the act of the ritual, or did we really secure our apartment and protect it? The next day, Tim made cryptic comments about there actually being malevolent spirits in the house the previous night, and that our spells had worked.

Last night, when he told me about his experiences, I could only be scared. But this morning--still dark, still stormy--I'm so curious about it all.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Charity said:
I'm totally curious about this stuff too. I'd love to hear Tim's stories sometime. They sound like they'd be great to hear around a campfire some dark night. Um, but that kinda gives me chills thinking about it, so maybe a well-lit room with beers all around?

Your description of the apartment cleasing kind of reminds me about when we moved to Marion, into that big old house on Elm St. My dad and several people from the church went through the whole house and prayed in order to "bless" the house. I think it was their way of getting rid of the creepies that sometimes reside in old houses.

11:52 AM  
Blogger metrogeekboy said...

My physics professor and I went "ghost hunting" once. A man with a PhD in applied physics believed in spirits. While there might be a rational explanation, I don't really care. I just believe something beyond our usuall realm of sensing exists. Your story was fascinating.

3:42 PM  
Blogger Megan said...

Okay, seriously? I had just smudged my apartment for the first time in years tonight. Right before I read this.

6:49 PM  
Blogger angiepants said...

Ughh. I'm freaked out on your behalf.

I cleansed our apartment with sage when we first moved in because I didn't trust the leftover vibes from the previous tenant. She was totally fucked up and troubled to the max.

I have a little protection spell that I have pinned above our bed. I needed to put it there after a certain incident last year. It works, too. Thank God.

10:18 PM  

Post a Comment

<< Home

 
This page is powered by Blogger.
Get awesome blog templates like this one from BlogSkins.com