Unexpected exorcism

Odd. The little things we take for granted.

The sanctuary, provided within the walls of our own homes; safe, warm, clean. Yet do we ever pay enough attention to spiritual cleanliness thereof? If we fail to cleanse a space, at other than the physical level, it can quickly become filled with all sorts of psychic detritus that is not necessarily beneficial to health.

On a recent overnight visit to Mother I was caught unawares. She happened to mention, casually as if it were nothing really, that she hardly slept, invariably roused by nightmares several times each night.

This surprised me, she being neither prone to sleeplessness nor, I, perhaps, assumed, nightmares, and I wondered if this were another symptom to be expected in the pantheon associated with her cognitive decline.

How wrong can one be? Well…

In that place, between wakefulness and the first kiss of sleep, a female voice. The words, half heard, came from the hallway, or, more accurately, the hallway ceiling. A jeering cat-call of dubious intent.

The darkness opened to shimmering, shifting shapes of discordant light, as that projected on the underside of a bridge by the waters lapping beneath. The woman is in the room.

Derision. Regret. Loneliness.

More shocking was the recognition that this was a neighbour who had passed some ten years prior. She had died in Mother’s arms, gasping in agony, waiting for an ambulance which never came.

I had no idea she was still here. What could she possibly want after all this time?

We chatted for a while, and, slowly, she calmed. “Where was Rusty?” her beloved Jack Russell. He was waiting.

She hardly noticed the veil as she crossed to greet him. The energies smoothed. The waters calmed.

Mother, unknown to sleep beyond 6am, finally emerged, embarrassed, around nine, yet boasting of a great night’s sleep.

Odd. The little things we take for granted.

About Running Elk

My given native name, Running Elk, was bestowed in 2008 as I took my first steps as a fully fledged Medicine Man of the Zuni tradition. A most unlikely candidate for the role, my journey as a healer began some four years prior. The detour onto the shamanic way was most unexpected, yet has been one of the most rewarding challenges to date.
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16 Responses to Unexpected exorcism

  1. jenanita01 says:

    We live in a very old cottage, and sometimes it seems we share it with all manner of people. Luckily, most are more than happy to share it with us…

  2. alienorajt says:

    Reblogged this on Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman! and commented:
    This is both lovely – and timely. Made me feel very emotional. Beautifully written.

  3. alienorajt says:

    A most moving – and timely – piece, which I have now reblogged. Thanks for the reminder re psychic defences and the things that hang around when we least expect them. xxx

  4. Makes one think…love this. Glad your mother is now resting peacefully, as well as the neighbor 🙂

  5. Amazing story, Running Elk! xxellen

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