Cleansing a spirit from your home.
Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 12:18 pm
I've stated many times that I have little to no firm experience with magic.
sympathetic candle magic and cleansing are the only things I've really done.
The very first magic I attempted was a cleansing. My wife had gotten a reading from a pair of sisters who work together at the same time during a tarot reading.
They both agreed and explained to my wife that there was a spirit of a little boy haunting our home and they could tell he was taking interest in our toddler daughters I guess. Playmates maybe.
Nothing bad ever happened. The older toddler said some creepy things that made us both a little worried, and she would get woken up very often when trying to sleep in her room. We found out from our neighbor that the family who had lived in the house before us did in fact have a special needs child who died in the house. He had Bloom Syndrome from the descriptions given by the neighbor and he passed away inside the very room that our girls have as their bedroom.
I tried to take stock of the house after she told me that. I paid closer attention to noises and shadows, feelings I got, instincts and so on.
Both my wife and I experienced something strange, she with the baby monitor in the girls room and me with a "helper" in the basement. She heard someone whispering and trying to coax the girls to come into their room to play. She went to look and the girls didn't want to go in their room because...uh.."That boy wasn't being nice".
So of course she kind of lost it a bit.
That weekend I was working on a wand in the garage and looked for a scrap of sandpaper I had within reach and couldn't find it. I'm left handed (mostly) so I looked and didn't see it where I sat it, so I looked under the stool and saw nothing. I sit on a bar stool when carving to reach the workbench without being hunched over, so I turned to my right in hopes there was a sandpaper in reach on that end of the bench and saw nothing, but I did see a slight shadow cross over mine on the wall. I turned expecting to see one of my sons or my wife, but no one was there, but there were 3 pieces of scrap sandpaper. All 3 grades I had available at the time, 60 120 and 240. I was roughing out a shape, 60 is all I had before to remove wood. So someone had dropped all 3 types they could find on the bench within my reach.
In my opinion even that was nothing to freak out about. It was helpful. A boy of a certain age wants to help other "men" do manly things...seemed perfectly reasonable to me. No stress.
Then the third event capped it off for me.
We were digging a garden patch near the stone wall in the back yard. I dug up a little "package". When I unwrapped it I got chills. It was an action figure, a toy, a boys toy. The face had been melted off. One hand had been hacked off and a carpet tack had been hammered into the chest. The figure was bound with a pinkish string. It was wrapped inside of a plastic wrapper that had come from a pack of "cheese crackers"...I'm sure you know the kind, like bright orange crackers with some salt paste in between the crackers that is supposed to resemble cheese. It's only important that I mention it because we know the records of the house. We know it sat empty for 7 years, so this toy had been buried here for more than 7 years at a minimum. The figure was wrapped so well that the writing on the snack wrapper could still be read and the little figure wasn't dirty or muddy, nor did it look like it had been buried in the ground for 7 years. Just the outside of the wrapper looked worn. I threw the whole deal in the garbage can and the next day was trash day so it got set out.
While I was throwing it away I spoke a little commitment to release the connection whatever this thing held, to it's current location. I told it to take whatever energy it and intent it carried, to it's new resting place with it, where ever that may be.
That was it for me.
I used a sage smudge, went through every room in the house corner to corner to corner corner starting north and working counterclockwise. I have my own little ritual for "expelling or repelling".
I called on my ancestors, the directions and the elements and my own "strength" to help guide the little boy to the next phase of his journey. The only odd thing that happened was a door I had left opened, closed almost completely when I started compelling and expelling in the new room I went into. So I went back to the last room. Closed the door all the way, consecrated the door frame then re-cleansed that room. From that point on I made sure to close and consecrate each door. Even the closets. And it made MUCH more sense to me why the old lady that ran the bakery where I had worked when I was younger, blessed pennies and put them on top of every door frame.
My wife said that the house felt different as soon as I was done. She said the house was "lighter"... I was thinking terms of weight.
I didn't feel a thing. Nothing seemed different to me.
The next day I got up and came to the kitchen for coffee, the girls were still sleeping and had slept the whole night, and my wife was already up and bouncing around and I thought she had let me sleep in because the kitchen was so bright. But the girls were still asleep and they NEVER sleep past 9am. So I was confused.
She said it was 7:30 am. I was blown away I said why is it so bright outside. She just laughed at me and reminded me that the house was "lighter" after my cleansing. The light coming through the windows did seem brighter. I assumed she just cleaned the windows to mess with me but no, the dozens of tiny little handprints from the girls were still all over the lower half of the windows.
She did a sweetgrass cleansing the next weekend and that Sunday again it just seemed so bright and vibrant in the house.
We haven't had any odd events since then. No helper...no one talking to the girls through the baby monitor. No one "at the window" , which is what our oldest toddler used to say, there was a "bad witch" at her window sometimes.
Since that cleansing there has been no more mention of "bad witch".
So if you are thinking about doing it. Just do it and know that it really works. Even if you are worried about feeling silly. I was more concerned with making sure that my family didn't have to deal with the "old baggage" someone else had built up in this house before us.
sympathetic candle magic and cleansing are the only things I've really done.
The very first magic I attempted was a cleansing. My wife had gotten a reading from a pair of sisters who work together at the same time during a tarot reading.
They both agreed and explained to my wife that there was a spirit of a little boy haunting our home and they could tell he was taking interest in our toddler daughters I guess. Playmates maybe.
Nothing bad ever happened. The older toddler said some creepy things that made us both a little worried, and she would get woken up very often when trying to sleep in her room. We found out from our neighbor that the family who had lived in the house before us did in fact have a special needs child who died in the house. He had Bloom Syndrome from the descriptions given by the neighbor and he passed away inside the very room that our girls have as their bedroom.
I tried to take stock of the house after she told me that. I paid closer attention to noises and shadows, feelings I got, instincts and so on.
Both my wife and I experienced something strange, she with the baby monitor in the girls room and me with a "helper" in the basement. She heard someone whispering and trying to coax the girls to come into their room to play. She went to look and the girls didn't want to go in their room because...uh.."That boy wasn't being nice".
So of course she kind of lost it a bit.
That weekend I was working on a wand in the garage and looked for a scrap of sandpaper I had within reach and couldn't find it. I'm left handed (mostly) so I looked and didn't see it where I sat it, so I looked under the stool and saw nothing. I sit on a bar stool when carving to reach the workbench without being hunched over, so I turned to my right in hopes there was a sandpaper in reach on that end of the bench and saw nothing, but I did see a slight shadow cross over mine on the wall. I turned expecting to see one of my sons or my wife, but no one was there, but there were 3 pieces of scrap sandpaper. All 3 grades I had available at the time, 60 120 and 240. I was roughing out a shape, 60 is all I had before to remove wood. So someone had dropped all 3 types they could find on the bench within my reach.
In my opinion even that was nothing to freak out about. It was helpful. A boy of a certain age wants to help other "men" do manly things...seemed perfectly reasonable to me. No stress.
Then the third event capped it off for me.
We were digging a garden patch near the stone wall in the back yard. I dug up a little "package". When I unwrapped it I got chills. It was an action figure, a toy, a boys toy. The face had been melted off. One hand had been hacked off and a carpet tack had been hammered into the chest. The figure was bound with a pinkish string. It was wrapped inside of a plastic wrapper that had come from a pack of "cheese crackers"...I'm sure you know the kind, like bright orange crackers with some salt paste in between the crackers that is supposed to resemble cheese. It's only important that I mention it because we know the records of the house. We know it sat empty for 7 years, so this toy had been buried here for more than 7 years at a minimum. The figure was wrapped so well that the writing on the snack wrapper could still be read and the little figure wasn't dirty or muddy, nor did it look like it had been buried in the ground for 7 years. Just the outside of the wrapper looked worn. I threw the whole deal in the garbage can and the next day was trash day so it got set out.
While I was throwing it away I spoke a little commitment to release the connection whatever this thing held, to it's current location. I told it to take whatever energy it and intent it carried, to it's new resting place with it, where ever that may be.
That was it for me.
I used a sage smudge, went through every room in the house corner to corner to corner corner starting north and working counterclockwise. I have my own little ritual for "expelling or repelling".
I called on my ancestors, the directions and the elements and my own "strength" to help guide the little boy to the next phase of his journey. The only odd thing that happened was a door I had left opened, closed almost completely when I started compelling and expelling in the new room I went into. So I went back to the last room. Closed the door all the way, consecrated the door frame then re-cleansed that room. From that point on I made sure to close and consecrate each door. Even the closets. And it made MUCH more sense to me why the old lady that ran the bakery where I had worked when I was younger, blessed pennies and put them on top of every door frame.
My wife said that the house felt different as soon as I was done. She said the house was "lighter"... I was thinking terms of weight.
I didn't feel a thing. Nothing seemed different to me.
The next day I got up and came to the kitchen for coffee, the girls were still sleeping and had slept the whole night, and my wife was already up and bouncing around and I thought she had let me sleep in because the kitchen was so bright. But the girls were still asleep and they NEVER sleep past 9am. So I was confused.
She said it was 7:30 am. I was blown away I said why is it so bright outside. She just laughed at me and reminded me that the house was "lighter" after my cleansing. The light coming through the windows did seem brighter. I assumed she just cleaned the windows to mess with me but no, the dozens of tiny little handprints from the girls were still all over the lower half of the windows.
She did a sweetgrass cleansing the next weekend and that Sunday again it just seemed so bright and vibrant in the house.
We haven't had any odd events since then. No helper...no one talking to the girls through the baby monitor. No one "at the window" , which is what our oldest toddler used to say, there was a "bad witch" at her window sometimes.
Since that cleansing there has been no more mention of "bad witch".
So if you are thinking about doing it. Just do it and know that it really works. Even if you are worried about feeling silly. I was more concerned with making sure that my family didn't have to deal with the "old baggage" someone else had built up in this house before us.