The veil between Worlds is thin during the days preceding, including and following Halloween.
The boundaries become translucent. Spirits of all kinds wander the Earth, trying once more to experience Life.
Odd dreams have populated my sleep these last few nights, dreams which are disturbing and unexplainable. I catch glimpses of people, here and there, as I work in what will be a garden.
These phantoms...they no longer startle me. I have accepted their curiosity. And I most often feel approval emanating from them.
But not always.
I am accustomed to being visited by Spirits. I do not always see them, but the feeling, when they arrive, is unmistakable. The Spirits who visit most often...close family and friends...have a familiar energy. I welcome those energies, which sometimes coalesce into a vague human form, with all my heart.
However, the last few nights, I have been visited by one who is not someone I know. When I feel his darker energy, I feel deep fear.
This phantom growls. He moves items, noisily and with intent, so that I may be startled awake. The night becomes blacker and deeper...there are no shadows.
I can see nothing. But I feel and hear him...and I quickly cover every inch of my body, telling myself I'm dreaming...telling myself to wake up, yet knowing I am not asleep...
I shook it off, the next day. I fully accept not all Spirits are good. However, it is very rare for me to be visited by a malevolent one.
Busy with the day, the deep fear faded within me.
I had almost forgotten, as I prepared myself for sleep, dozing in that wonderful pre-sleep, floating through the day gone by......
Very suddenly, peace departed...to be replaced by sheer black terror. It became very hard to breathe, as I struggled to contain my fear. Recognizing, honouring and controlling this fear is imperative when being visited.
Fear clouds awareness; I needed to know this being, in order to deal with him. And fear drains my power.
I become angry, as is common for me when I am overwhelmed by enormous presentiment. I sit up in the deep darkness, pushing my energy out, to the forefront. I decide I do not want to be frightened by this dead being, night after night.
And so, I feel I must stand and face this fearful Thing.
As I do, fearfulness fades...and curiosity takes its place. What or who is emanating such black energy?
In the midst of what I consider to be very disruptive noise, Graham sleeps on...as do the dogs. The visitor is here for me alone.
I feel my guides near. I feel protected by my Guardian medallion, which I had slipped under my pillow earlier. Yet there is an intense pressure...a force keeping me still...
I negotiate. Let me know your intent, I say, Why are you here? But there are only strange growls in reply. I sense, also, a feeling of futility and sadness.
The growls and banging fade. The Night becomes soft and shadowy once again, the furniture outlined clearly against the walls. The entity has departed.
Sleeps eludes for awhile; I decide to smudge with clear intent in the morning. As I lay in wonderment and perplexity, I considered the fact we had excavated an area where I felt a very strong energy field. Perhaps, even with all the preparations I undertook, with respect to the land, something feels displaced and disoriented.
After a thorough smudging and blessing, last night's sleep was undisturbed, by the being, at least. Dreams, however, were troubling, with no apparent meaning.
But the memory of this dark force has me unsettled. Who, what, why? There are no answers, as yet. However, I feel I must prepare.
Halloween...the Night the Spirits walk...has yet to arrive.