I have been adding my childhood collections to Blue Aventurine’s Etsy shop now for months. Today, I decided to put my last electronic game up for sale. 2XL was going up for grabs along with all the others who used to live in my toy closet. It makes no sense to keep the games, dolls, and play things packed away in a box. The movie(s) Toy Story pulled on my heart strings over the years making a sealed cardboard container a type of tomb. Liberating many of these cherished possessions has lifted excitement only toys can bring to people of all ages.
Before I list an item, an inspection happens making sure the buyer will be getting the treasure they are hoping for. Plugged in my old friend to check his signs of life. No lights in his eyes, no 1978 cute robot sounds from the speaker, no crackle of turing the volume up, no life. Drag. Not giving up, I fed him an 8-track tape, then turned the knob hoping to resuscitate my buddy. Yes! I could hear the motor moving! One of his lights was glowing. Not enough to deem 2XL alive though. I preformed a few common troubleshoots to no avail. I pulled the plug and sat on the floor with him like I had done so many years in the past.
The one person who could preform a mechanical miracle is my cousin Mark. With tears swelling in my eyes, I need to correct the sentence and rewrite, “was my cousin Mark”. This man could talk to electronics, such a scientist. Today the family pinball machine and shuffle board bowling machine are in working order, when they break down again I fear the gaming will cease. 2XL had no chance in coming back because there was no electric doctor to physically call up. Grief comes in waves. Another shift with life, another change, another aspect of love, another tear coupled with a tissue.
An hour or so later, I built up the courage to continue with listing the late 70’s fascination. Figured I would plug him for a picture. Always good to show the levels of working order for those out there with a doctorate in electronic gadgets. 2XL’s brain indicator (red dot on the forehead aka third eye) did light up indicating juice flowing. The picture would not reflect the slow drone of the motor but I could explain the sound in the description. I staged the first shot to depict all that would be had when the Etsy buyer found my grammar school friend. A twist of the dial to the right getting the brain activated coupled with a skooch back from me to take a picture. Could it be? Are you kidding me? Really? The wave of memories from minutes on top of minutes of wonder, the long spans of companionship… Etsy will not be gaining another toy today.
Mechanics coming to life again has only happened to me one other time. I do consider both reactivations to fit into the miracle category. Over the years, I’ve learned anything is possible. I am very happy to share my cousin’s spirit achievements of tinkering with physical things back here on earth. Thank you Mark for fixing 2XL. My brother’s kids are still young enough to enjoy the magic careful, thought-out programing along with basic electronic engineering can create. Grateful, honored, and heartfelt love Mark. Thank you again.
When you have 20 minutes, please watch. I am new to the teachings of Ralph Smart and have become a fast student seeking out more of his works. I believe in what he saids and have heard it before over my lifetime. The secret to a presenter is how the material is conveyed. I like his way of presentation and demeanor. Thank you for reminding me on how to not absorb others energy.
Now that it (best word to use at the moment) had my attention I needed to take some type of action in order for it not to affect me or come home with me. What was missing from the house clearing was the owners permission… I don’t like to do metaphysical things without getting consent first. My general default is, if it’s an emergency it is OK to continue, regardless. This situation was close enough to flashing red lights and since I knew the owners of the house I was more comfortable with preceding. Also I planned to tell the homeowner (3rd part to the story) about what I was experiencing and did, making the ordeal more acceptable to my conduct code rules.
I’ve learned over the years when dealing with the unseen world, you have to be smarter than what you are dealing with. One of my sources for advice is the color series, Andrew Lang’s Fairy Books and tend to reflect on the tales for assistance. I believe there are reasons myths, lore and rituals have stayed in circulation as long as they have. These ancient stories serve as a type of handbook for many things macabre or otherwise. Using my learned knowledge in conjunction with experiences, was what I was drawing from at this point. The entity was acting in a way to be disruptive, making sure I knew it was around (which is kind of like looking to pick a fight) coupled with presenting itself to my mind’s eye as a cute adult Jim Henson creation. This mixture developed quickly into a situation needing to be addressed presently and not dismissed for another time. Another “red light” was I had 2 more hours left in the cleaning job and I was not going to share the space any longer with this thing.
I began setting the intention for all that is unbeneficial to leave (typical in house clearing practices) and quickly realized I needed to call on another person for help. I believe it is very important to listen to your gut’s instinct while conducting energy work and wasn’t going to brush this feeling off. I left a message on my allies Facebook page as a heads up instead of physically calling, it was early and I didn’t want to bother her. Any type of communication is good, it all depends on the level of support desired, the FB wall post was good enough. There is something called a higher self and that connection was made quickly between us but I wanted to make sure her physical self knew of the task at hand for good balance. A few minutes later she replied on FB. Since I knew she was awake, I physically called her… I needed more support than I thought a moment ago. “Trust your gut and listen to those inner voices” is the pep cheer I was not ignoring. The phone call would make the bond stronger, power in numbers you know plus the camaraderie would help me be more courageous.
We talked on the phone for about 20 minutes. A few minutes was on house clearing, confirming what I was picking up on and her* concurring with the remaining minutes being typical women chatting on the phone. Yep, feather dusting, talking and ushering out bad juju was all done during that time. Multi tasking is a favorite past time of mine, ha. Energy work does not need to be all arm waving and long elaborate theatrical productions. In other words, not giving anymore attention to it but continuing with a mental removal for the house is fine. There were two of us, aware that it needed to “go to the light and leave” was understood plus we have been doing this type of stuff for years, simple enough. We ended our conversation, said goodbye and I finished dusting the first floor while continuing with some extra mental house clearing. I wanted to make sure I covered the bases and didn’t miss anything.
Now to finish my job, what I was called over to accomplish. Grabbed my cleaning basked and headed up to the second floor. As I was climbing the stairwell the uneasy feeling started again. “You have got to be kidding me!” I said out loud… well maybe that wasn’t a direct quote but close enough, ha! Making sure of what I was picking up with my psychic senses, I spent about 10 minutes (while physically cleaning) double checking things and tapping deeper into what I was contending with. I realized we had removed the gate keeper, not very comforting regarding how big this thing was. There were two crystal clear choices before me, either leave (not exactly the Amityville GET OUT! but a distant cousin) or cure the situation, now. This explained why I got the internal “green light” from the get-go to treat the day with an emergency waver stamped approved. A word to the wise, don’t ignore your instincts in many situations. You are smart enough to tap in and listen to advice coming from a higher loving source, don’t let it get to a third and fourth whisper, act sooner than later.
Remember how I just got through writing about stereotypical theatrics? Well, that’s the next mandatory level. I’m much more comfortable doing house clearings solo because I never know what I’m going to be guided to do. I was hoping to bypass the arm waving but to be honest, it is necessary to become animated for a stronger affect based on the set intention. I attempt to dispel the Hollywood stereotypical depiction of ghost busting and anything that paints healing abilities in a negative, uneducated way. Practice is the key for just about anything actually, the more you do, the better you become and more prepared for different situations. Remember how I mentioned folk lore? Well, that stuff isn’t as untrue as one might expect. A cloak will help protect the individual from negativity, a tool to direct or assist in the task and voice, spells if you will. These are my three main have to haves when conducting (think for a moment what makes up a an orchestra’s performance magnificent). Since I set out to do something totally different from why I had to do now. I needed to create an altered reality, use my imagination like I did when I was a child.
I knew when the time was right (because of listening to my gut) dropped what I was doing and gravitated to a place on the second floor that was perfect for the clearing. I went over with a smirk because it happened to be the house’s balcony. As I walked to my mark, I pretended I was emerging from my dressing room and cloaked myself with a majestic cape made from the finest material, bedazzled in all the right places. I needed to “Elvis” the situation because it was a go grand or go home situation. The ritual of calling on all of those who are of light and love, my guardians, saints, ascended masters, guardian angels, ancestors and asking for assistance was underway. A few more steps and it was show time, focused concentration and energetically opening up in a way to ensure the proper script to come through. For me, it’s very much like a lecture of sorts. I’m carful to make eye contact with everyone, speak in a clear strong voice and believe in the message being presented. No, I don’t recall what I said for the five minutes for several reasons but it was similar to, “Hello and welcome, thank you for joining me today. We are here to move out what is unbeneficial so the homeowners can dwell with relaxation and happiness. I command those that are not of love to go into the light to find peace, a peace to bring joy to you so the homeowners can live their lives without disturbances.” I tend to repeat the original sentiments in various ways depending on what is noticed psychically adding in some physical gestures for good measure. The closing happens with blessings along with hugs and kisses to those who helped. This is my favorite part because the feeling of love is overwhelming for me, such a pleasure and honor on my part. I am forever in awe and grateful for this sensation.
*A cat named “K” was another party involved in the concurring for the continuation for ghost-busting. Yes, only initials for now, I’ll add a link once my friend starts her blog on WP with her furry daughter. They are a dynamic duo for sure!