Historically, children have been known to possess wild imaginations. They fear the bumps in the dark, the witches under the bed, and the monsters in the closet. Parents write their fears off as overactive imaginations and soothe their fussy children back to sleep, telling them it was all just a scary dream.
But what if those monsters are real?
I was recently contacted by a family to help them understand some strange phenomena going on in their new home. The homeowners had lost their previous home to Hurricane Harvey and eventually moved into what they felt was their dream home. But shortly after moving in they felt something was not quite right.
Shantel and Conrad expressed concerns over not feeling at home in their new dream house. She felt like someone was watching her in the kitchen, the stairway to the upstairs felt “unnerving,” and their 18-month-old daughter was not sleeping at night and woke several times with night terrors. They heard knocks coming from places they couldn’t identify, smelled smoke when there was no source, and heard unintelligible voices throughout the home. This was enough to convince me to at least take a peek.
I asked Shantel to forward photos of the inside and outside of her home, which she quickly did. After my assessment, (I astral projected myself into their home to have a look around), I promptly responded to her concerns. I told her I felt pretty comfortable throughout her home, but there were a few places that had me rattled, specifically the master bathroom. While there is much more to her story, I’ve chosen to share only the most menacing entity I encountered during my visit.
First off, the house was plopped down in the middle of the woods, as were all the new homes in her pristine, storybook neighborhood. I let her know that when the land was disturbed, it would be likely that some of the energies associated with that land might have been stirred up and could be causing some of her problems.
As I worked through her photos, I ran across a beautiful bathroom with a very large bathtub. I admitted I was jealous. I’m a total bath girl – the bigger the bath and the more jets in the tub, the better! But I felt like I was being watched in this space, even though Shantel said this was the one place in the home where she felt safe. However, the closet door in that bathroom was closed, so I could not see into that area from this photo.
I worked my way through all the photos, performed a remote home clearing, (I cleared the energy of the home from a remote distance using the energy connection I had established through the photos). To do this, I mentally viewed the home and used energy work to clear the space – a powerful form of clearing – until I felt satisfied my work was complete and the home was clear.
Shantel emailed me back a few days later quite pleased with the results. They were sleeping much better, but she shared that they still had a few knocks, bumps and voices in the home, but on a much lesser scale than before. I asked if she would mind a home visit so I could get a close-up look, and I asked permission to bring two of my colleagues with me. They were training to do the kind of work I do, and I felt this would be an amazing opportunity for them to sharpen their proverbial paranormal teeth. Shantel agreed with much enthusiasm.
Once we all arrived at the home and said our hellos, I took Suzanne and Rhys around the home and asked them to point out any areas of concern on their “radar”. I showed them how to locate portals and then close them. They caught on quite quickly with the two small openings we had found. Convinced that they were far enough along to take on a room by themselves, I turned them loose in the master bedroom and bathroom while I filled the family in on what we had found and cleared in their home so far. I didn’t particularly expect they would find anything in those two remaining rooms.
A few long minutes later, neither Suzanne nor Rhys had surfaced to let me know that either things were okay in those spaces, or they had cleared them and all was well. I felt compelled to go check on them.
I entered the bedroom and found no-one. I continued into the master bathroom where I saw the both of them standing there not moving, facing the open closet. They heard me enter the room and both whipped around, wide-eyed, with the look of fear and shock on their faces. They both began at the same time telling me, “We can’t fix it! It won’t leave! We tried, we can’t do it!” Trying to remain calm, I asked them to tell me what happened.
“The closet,” Rhys responded. “We can’t close the portal. And it keeps telling me ‘No!’” He explained that he heard a voice in his head refusing to leave the space, as commanded.
I’ll admit I was mildly excited to be able to get to the bottom of this problem; I knew how to hold an entity in place while I called on angelic assistance to usher it back to its creator. So, with clear intent and stern authority, I grabbed my pendulum out of my pocket and asked Spirit to direct me to the portal. Without hesitation, I was sent to the back right corner of the closet.
“Is this it?” I asked of the two of them. They both confirmed with head nods, still wide-eyed. I took at look at the corner and was blown away. The image I saw was picked up by my ability to see beyond the physical realm, (clairvoyance), as well as my physical vision, (one superimposed over the other). It was a huge pillar-like structure starting half way up the wall and protruding through the ceiling of the house. It was probably the biggest portal I had ever seen.
Standing in front of this opening was what appeared to be half man and half horse, like an enormous centaur. I invited him to leave the home, to which he adamantly refused. I told him that either he was going to leave on his own or he would be removed. Yet he resisted. At that point I lost awareness of Suzanne and Rhys – the conversation was now between me and my hoofed friend.
I had to summon the help of Archangel Michael and whichever of his angelic host he decided would be best suited for this job. While I waited for them to arrive, (I recognize the energy change as angels enter a space), I felt it necessary to hold this beast in place so he didn’t try to run before I could have him removed. He was preventing me from closing this portal and believe me, this portal HAD to be closed!
My angelic host arrived within moments, and I asked them to return this entity to its source. (Note – I don’t make a judgement call on whether or not an entity is good or evil. In his reality, he could be a saint. I simply return them to their creator and leave the whole heaven and hell debate up to the powers that be.) I then closed my eyes to get a better view of what was happening, and I both saw and felt them wrap this resistant being in a warm cloud of calmness and carry him out through the portal. When I felt it was gone, I mustered every bit of strength I could find and focused on closing the door between our world and theirs. My pendulum, which I use more as a visual aid that the work is being done, was whirring so fast I could hear it humming. It took a number of tries, but I was finally able to close it. I sealed it on both sides of the opening so that it could never be re-opened, and I stationed angels on both sides to protect this from ever happening again. I was energetically exhausted.
When I finished, I looked over at Rhys and Suzanne. They looked like they were both in shock. I had to keep from laughing. It’s cute when you introduce folks to the exciting world of spiritual warfare. Their expressions were priceless.
We gathered our wits, made one last check of the entire house to make sure it was clear and filled with light and love, and then rejoined the family. I gave the family instructions on smudging the home at least monthly for the next six months, and then twice a year after that to keep spiritual invaders at bay, and to keep the home energetically clean.
The next day, Shantel wrote me and asked if we had gotten everything out. She was concerned because there was still a lot of noise, and her husband felt very uncomfortable in that closet. She mentioned she couldn’t help but notice the look on Rhys’s face after he came out of the bedroom the day before. (Note to self – have Rhys work on his poker face.) I assured her that this was normal, that there was still work being done in the angelic realm, but things should settle down quite quickly. And they did.
I urged Shantel to contact me if anything else happened, and I would come back out to address her concerns, but I have not heard back from her. I’ll take that as “mission accomplished.”
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