Messages, be it a visit from a loved one or a premonition, come in all shapes, sizes and forms. You may continually see a string of numbers. It may be an animal that crosses your path unexpectedly. A song may pop on the radio that triggers an emotional response. Or someone may say something that confirms what you were thinking or answer an unspoken question. You never know exactly where or when Spirit is going to drop you a message so it can be tricky to catch them… What can also be frustrating is the message isn’t always clear immediately.
I had an experience of this recently with my home. As I mentioned in my last blog, I absolutely LOVE my house. It’s my sanctuary. It’s what I need… AND eight years ago (five years before my husband and I purchased it), my counselor described it to me.
At that time, I had been recently released from neurological rehabilitation and had just settled a court case. I was beginning to feel physically healed from the life-changing automobile accident, but emotionally I was a wreck. My life had been dramatically changed and I felt as though it was in shambles. So I began seeing Nancy, a counselor, to help me pick up the broken pieces of my life and determine where to go next.
Nancy helped me tremendously. She was integral in making me see sometimes “Bad Things Happen to Good People,” and that I had a choice as to where I wanted to go next.
When I started seeing her, I was living at home with my mother who served as my primary caretaker. Nancy helped me establish boundaries and guidelines for not only myself but for my mother and gave me independence. She also encouraged me to start thinking about getting a house of my own.
I thought she was crazy!! How would I be able to manage?? I couldn’t drive. I forgot things frequently. I didn’t trust myself. But, despite my objections, I entertained her recommendation and we spoke about it at length.
She thought a quaint cape cod would serve me well and recommended “reasonably priced” neighborhoods not far from her office. These neighborhoods were on a major bus route with many shops and restaurants within walking distance. We talked about the importance of community and how these neighborhoods could offer a sense of belonging.
Again, although engaging in the conversation, I thought she was nuts. Not only was I concerned about how I would manage on my own… but she wanted me to consider a home in the NORTHTOWNS? Who would ever visit me? My whole family lived in the SOUTHTOWNS!! Which for any of you familiar with the Buffalo area know that people in the southtowns generally stay in the southtowns. Basically, I believed it wasn’t going to happen and went along my merry way.
As with all signs and messages, however, they make sense in their time… not ours. Sometimes it takes years… for this message it took eight.
I drive by Nancy’s office often as I pass it to get to New World Gifts where I do readings every Friday. A couple of weeks ago while passing by suddenly it struck me. She was RIGHT. The home my husband and I purchased is smack dab in the middle of where she recommended I look AND all the things we had talked about were exactly why Don and I chose the house we did. I hadn’t recalled the conversations Nancy and I had while house hunting. Wish I had as it might have made the process easier for the message, albeit an unlikely source, was there all along.
I love my house… unfortunately, so does Ernie.
Who’s Ernie? Ernie is the gentleman who built and died in the house…
This might have creeped some people out, but it didn’t bother my husband and I. When we walked around, the house felt like a home Don and I could grow old in. It was almost perfect – and the things like only having one bathroom that weren’t ideal didn’t bother us as we saw potential. Best of all, it had a room I could do readings in and I didn’t see or feel any Spirits.
Don and I were sold and not long after seeing the house, we made an offer. There were a few bumps in the road, but after seven weeks, the house was ours… or so we thought.
Anxious to be in our home, the night we closed on the house we bought wine, take-out and an air mattress and trekked over to our new place with the plan to celebrate and spend the night. Other than that air mattress and some pop up chairs, we had no furniture. That night, uncertain were to sleep, we camped out in the middle of the living room thinking it was going to be the most peaceful sleep we had in a long time… we were wrong.
That night, we met Ernie. We’d been asleep for about an hour when we started hearing the creaks. Our house was built in the forties and it was slightly windy and dismissed them as noises old houses make. We could get used to that.
At about one, Daphne (my fur baby), woke us up with her barking. She’s not usually a barker, so her behavior alarmed Don and I, but we dismissed it. This was the first night in our home and she may just be out of sorts and like us, need to get used to the noises.
At two, we realized there would be more for us to get used to than just the noises. It was at that point we were all woken by a thump. The whole air mattress shook, as if someone had kicked it! In my grogginess, there he was… Ernie.
Over the next few months, Ernie continued to make himself known. The knocker on the bathroom would knock in the middle of night – even after we taped it down, lights would go on and off, and doors would open and shut. As we made more and more changes to the house, more and more activity occurred. In his mind, it was still his home and he wasn’t happy we were making it ours.
At first, I gently encouraged Ernie to go into the light. He didn’t want to. So then, I offered to allow him to stay as a guest in our house, but if he did he would have to coexist peacefully with us… Don and I needed our sleep and he had to stop harassing Daphne! He didn’t like that either.
I had to get pushier… It’s not my way to force anything on Spirits. They still have free will and it’s not for me to determine what is for their highest and best, but he was intruding on my sanctuary. So, I forcibly pushed him out of the house… but what shocked me was I was unable to get him to leave the property. This had NEVER happened before!!!
Fortunately, once out of the house, we’ve found a coexistence with Ernie. He putters around the yard and protects the house. Every once in awhile he tries to sneak in, but like a vampire… he has to be invited in.
We’ve been in our house three years now. Last summer, Don and I found out why it’s been a struggle to get Ernie to leave – he and his wife, Ester, had their ashes buried on the property. It’s what Ernie wanted. He loved his home. It was his… and by placing his ashes on the property, he has become part of it.
Dawn Lynn is an EveryDay medium. She lives and breathes via her intuition, which as a fourth generation intuitive from a family of Spiritualists came easily. Her abilities became apparent in early childhood and were cultured by a supportive family. Through her Blogs and Vlogs, she wants to help you become the EveryDay medium too.