Set down my bag. Get my head together! Be tough! No-nonsense! Help this family! Those are the words that are going through my head as I am walking to the dining room. Before I start telling them about any information that I have researched, I ask “A” if she has been having lower back problems. Her eyes went wide and she said, “Yes.” I explained to her that my lower back has been killing me since I talked to her on the phone and the moment I got in the house, it stopped. “A” then explained that she had been having a lot of female issues and she was scheduled for an ultrasound that week. She couldn’t believe that I felt her pain. I said that’s the bummer part of being empathic. You take the good with the bad. (I was going to suggest to her to see a doctor, if she hadn’t already.)
I then focused on my surroundings because something was off. I could smell alcohol, the kind you drink, but it was residual. That means that no one was drinking right then, but I could sense someone drank heavily. “J” was in the kitchen pacing around like a nervous wreck. I asked him if he was Ok, and he said he was just grateful that I was there, because he couldn’t live like this anymore. I asked him to please calm down, he was stirring up the energy in the home more than it already was. I have to say … his energy sucked!! It was distracting. I could sense that he was a sensitive, and I was going to have to tell him, but I needed him to quit freaking out.
To get away from him for a bit, I did a walk through of the home. The energy was a disaster. Calm in places and manic in others. The hallway was the worst. I was going to have to perform a miracle to get this home calm enough for them to live in it. The big problem was “J,” not Dickie pacing in the hallway. I had to get to the bottom of this.
I went back out to the dining area and “J” wasn’t there. “A” pointed to the other room, so I went in there and the negative energy hit me in the gut. “J” is on the couch rocking back and forth, crying. He is mumbling under his breath and holding his head. I had to get tough. “What the hell are you doing ‘J’?” He snaps out of it and just looks at me. I then tell him to get up and follow me back to the dining room so we can talk. He stands up, but doesn’t follow me, he goes through another door way into the kitchen, then into the dining room.
I looked at “A” and said, “You asked me to come here, do you want help or not?” She said “Yes,” and then I looked at “J” and I said, “I am here to help you. I am here to help your family. If you don’t let me help you, things are going to get worse around here.” I then asked him to come sit so we could talk, and he wanted to stand. I was about to lose it! I then looked at “A” and she was so upset. If anything, I was going to help her. So, “the no-nonsense medium” had to take charge.
Ok “J,” will you answer some questions?” He said “Yes.” Why are you so upset? He then starts balling and hiccupping, trying to get a word out. So I decided I better do the talking and he can nod Yes or No. First question: Do you know that you are a sensitive? He cries some more and says that he wasn’t sure, but he always has been able to sense things. I told him he was and needed to get a grip on it because his energy was out of control.
Second Question: Do you drink? And as I ask him this, I look at “A” for her reaction, because I am already deducting that he is a liar too. She won’t look at me, and he says not really. Which was total BS!! The smell of alcohol was coming out of his pores.
Third Question: Can you describe the man you saw out front? He said Yes and then describes him to me. He is finally calming down a little, but then I pulled out a picture of Dickie, and “J” freaks out. I asked him if this was the man he saw and he said it was. “J” keeps backing up and looking at the picture in pure horror. I explain who Dickie is. I tell them all the information I gathered. Also, I make it clear that Dickie means no harm, he is just lost. Somehow after Ellie came to the door, he is stuck here looking for her.
Dickie was stuck there because this home is the last place that he could remember before he got so sick. He went to where he had his best memories, but his energy is manic because he cannot find Ellie. He paces back and forth in the hallway constantly. I then explain to them both that I can cleanse him out and hopefully guide him to where his wife is in Ladera Ranch, BUT, I can only do this if they follow my instructions on what to do after I leave.
Now “J” has calmed down. I told him that he really needed to get a grip on how sensitive he is. Not only spiritually, but mentally. Then I had to give him the bad news … “J”, if you don’t get a grip, you are going to have problems no matter where you live. You will create a poltergeist in this home, because your energy is not controlled. You think you have problems now??? It will get a thousand times worse and I won’t be able to help you. SO, DO WHAT I SAY!!
First, I showed them how to cleanse their home. And they needed to do it weekly until they moved out (which I found out they were buying a home and moving soon). Then I told them that for approximately one hour a day, they needed to light an unscented white candle. It would help cleanse and create a positive space. (I use the tall glass Mexican candles.)
During the cleansing, we heard something hit the ground by the front door. We went to look and a flag that they had nailed high on the wall was on the ground. It looked like someone ripped it off the wall. I was used to things like that happening, but they were not. I told them it was just Dickie throwing a little fit because we were kicking him out of his home. But, I would have a talk with him when I was done. Hopefully he would go easily to his wife in Ladera, or I was going to have to take him there. The only real way to know is if “A” and “J” did not have any more incidents in the home after I left.
Next, the three of us went out back (the house was still a little smoky from the sage). I told them what else I needed them to do. First, they needed to get the house blessed and then “J” should get blessed. I also suggested that “J” should see a therapist because he was so over emotional and did not know how to stay focused (also I was hoping that a doctor would figure out that he has a drinking problem). I also said he needs to learn how to meditate. Meditation can be many things. Exercise, reading, gardening, going to the beach, or the regular old quiet time sitting and focusing on what calms you.
I walked back through the home alone to see how the energy was, and it was calm. Even “J’s” energy was completely different and he kept thanking me for helping him. I told him I did nothing but tell him what he needs to do to help himself. He is the only one that can take charge of himself. I told him to call me anytime he needed to talk or needed advice. He started crying again, then said, “I thought I was going crazy, I am so relieved that someone actually believes me.”
After I left, I had a long talk with Dickie, and sent him to his wife’s in Ladera Ranch. On my way home, I met my hubby for a glass of wine. I was mentally and physically exhausted. I usually get such a euphoric feeling after doing an investigation/reading, but this time was different. There were things still bothering me about “J” and I hoped that “A” could deal with his ups and downs.
I did check up on “A” and “J” for a few weeks after. “A” was still really concerned about “J’s” behavior. I am not a psychiatrist, I talk to dead people and try to help the living understand why they are there. I give clients information and knowledge. What they do with it is up to them.
My friend that referred “A” and “J” to me, keeps me updated on how they are doing. They did move, and they got married this year. So, I hope all is well and their lives are peaceful.