Some seriously strange things have been happening around the house in the last couple weeks, although I think a few are too personal and frankly, too bizarre to share publicly. Anyway, I had a massive shakedown cleansing of the house where I sage-smudged the everliving crap out of it, cleansed my crystals with sea salt in holy water (right from the River Jordan! No, seriously.) sprinkled sea salt around all the doors and windows… really went all out on this one.

The house feels amazingly better afterward, but during was a completely different story. I’ve never been one to believe in poltergeists and the like at all but when random things started toppling off shelves, I was spooked to say the least. It’s really really hard to repeat Bible verses and sing about faith when you’re looking at your first encounter with actual supernatural happenings. I mean, I’ve seen some things happen in meditation, but I’m always confident that they’re driven by love and light so it only freaks me out a little bit. The idea of being in the presence of aggressive evil is a little more than I was planning on experiencing.

:::shudder:::

Guh. This whole thing makes me sound like a crazy person. Whatever the case, the house is filled with light and seems a little better now. I just hope whatever it was is gone ’cause I’m not big on pooping my pants as an adult…