2 posts tagged “hauntings”

Speaking of Halloween, scary news from K., a regular at the dive down my street.

K. lives a few blocks past me. She was mugged recently. Rather, attempted mugging. She's a block from her home and this black guy springs for her purse.

Fortunately he's a milquetoast mugger. She yanks back on her bag and he takes off.

Sad thing is, five minutes before he'd noticed her huffing and puffing up a hill and asked whether she's OK. They chat momentarily and continue their separate ways. He shoulda left well enough alone.

Now he's got a chunk of karma on his shoulders. And she's got pepper spray. Gifted to her after she told a bartender the story.

Then, K. continues. three others have been mugged in these past months just down the road from my studio.

There's a corner store two blocks away that I think is open all night. Place makes me uneasy even in broad daylight. Has that vibe of derelicts, druggies, do-no-gooders milling about.

I'd drink the next day's coffee black before I'd hop the two short blocks over for half-and-half.

The only structure between the corner store and my building is a large apartment complex. Like mine, it's historic red brick and in another era one of grandeur.

Not gonna write the building's name for purposes of psychic protection. Suffice it to say it's a person's name starting with F.

I pass the F building daily driving or walking. It gives me the creeps. The chills. Don't know why. To the 3-D eye, it looks like an historic brick building reasonably maintained.

My inner eye says nah-uh.

My inner self says bad things have happened there. I see people jumping out the 4th-story windows, escaping fire.

Moreover, for a large structure, remarkably few windows are lighted. The building's not abandoned; people do live there. Where is everyone? Why are so many windows dark? Are they vacant? If so, how does the landlord stay in business? Plus this is a desirable neighborhood, to a point. Strange.

The other evening I braved a stroll from the side of the F building I pass to the front.

The building's surprisingly large, I discover, two structures linked by name and passageway with common door.

I see a good whole of the complex and still more windows dark than lighted. The front so gives me the creeps, again even though to the physical-plane eye it seems "fine."

I'm a traveler gifted with radar for spaces and places and I trust it unequivocally.

So when I get the signal enough, I listen. I don't venture to the perimeter, aside the corner market.

I cut the tour short. I've seen enough. I get it. There's a bad energy here. Don't mess with it. Don't test it. Don't push the envelope or the boundaries.

I walk rapidly back to my building, looking over my shoulder.

This prior to K. informing me about the muggings down around the corner store. I cannot say I'm surprised; it confirms what I knew.

The F building has serious issues, and I've no place in them. My building has issues as well. With fire. Hauntings. Discarnate souls that won't let go and head back into the light. Plus negative energies in the land itself (i.e., past rituals and traumas, lei lines).

Still. Weird how two buildings side by side sharing a block of land can feel so different.

There's a gigantic tree between the properties, a portion of which is visible out my window as I write.

I'm glad that tree is there. It's not by accident it's there and it knows it. It has purpose there. It provides psychic protection. It demarcates the boundary between two worlds, one dark dark and the other, well, haunted (and there is a significant difference).

This tree, aged and rooted, has seen plenty through time. One day I'll mosey up and ask. Then listen. I shall not, however, turn my back on the F building.

Many of us have someone we're haunted by or who haunts us. It can be someone, such as a former friend or lover, from the distant completed past. Or someone from a nearer time who like a ghost has one foot in your past and the other in your present. That is the case with the person who's haunting me today.

In this forum, what transpired between C. and me isn't as important as the link that continues though technically there is no longer a relationship. C. is for me one of those who ...  hmmmm, how would I describe it ... lingers inside my bloodstream, emerges with the beatings of my heart. C. is like one of those people -- and we've all had one -- who suddenly appears knocking late one night at your door, perhaps a little inebriated, teary-eyed saying they can't get you out of their minds even though they promised themselves and perhaps you too that it was over and they never wanted to see you again.

C. is the one I can't quite shake. This is neither good nor bad, it's just fact. Good energies still flow between us but the reasons for our parting are never far from my awareness. Thing is, a spooky thing is, we could still give it another shot - and it would work. Not perfectly but genuinely, passionately and soulfully, absolutely.

I've some tough decisions in the very near future re: this person. In the meantime, for some mysterious reason he's seems to be hovering today, fading in and out like an etheric photograph ... a living ghost behind my chair ... the red corpuscles in my bloodstream ... the ocean roar vibrating inside my body as I traverse the cliff's pathway above the sea. It's a little disconcerting and more than a little spooky.