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I don’t often do soul rescue work or investigate hauntings, but my
friends – let’s call them Helen and Phil – had begun to wonder if
something else besides their family was inhabiting their beautiful
three-story Tudor-style house in toney Etobicoke.
The couple and their young daughters Amelia and Jane had just moved
into the home. Within days of getting settled, Helen began feeling a
presence in the basement, in the unfinished laundry room beneath the
stairs. Being in the space made her feel sad. And then one night, as
she was leaving the room with an armload of towels, she thought she saw
a shadow run by her.
Was this presence evil? Why did the room evoke in her feelings of regret? Helen, who is a bit more sensitive to spirit than her husband, was concerned for the safety of her family and called me for help.
I don’t choose to do rescue work because I prefer working with clients who bring spirit who want to be with me. When I give one-on-one sessions, I contact my clients’ guides, angels and deceased loved ones, who come to me willingly. But hauntings involve different type of energies: they may be stuck, confused, angry or unwilling to be released.
I told this to Helen, but she won over my reluctance with the promise of homemade spinach lasagna for lunch. Oh, well… Besides, what are friends for?
Last Sunday, Phil stayed upstairs with the couple’s daughters while Helen and I went down to the basement. I’d asked Helen not to give me any information about sensations she might have picked up; I wanted to encounter this energy with no expectations and an open mind. After all, there was always the chance that Helen’s feelings might have been triggered by a decades-old memory of being scared in a dark cellar when she was a little girl.
We walked into the laundry room – and suddenly I had to flee. My heart beat fast and tears stung my eyes.
“Are you all right?” asked Helen, who was now at my side.
I nodded. In my mind’s eye, I’d seen a terrified little boy – six or seven years old – run past me into the room and hiding. But it wasn’t a laundry room then – it was a storage space with a hole in the plaster wall, just big enough for a small child to squeeze into.
“Yes,” Helen said, confirming what I’d just expressed. “I’ve often felt the presence of a young boy down here.”
We went back into the laundry room. I closed my eyes, concentrated… and felt the energy of the scared spirit. “Why are you here?” I asked softly.
I can’t let them find me, I heard. Mommie will get in trouble. Where is she?
Helen was quiet, sending her energy to help maintain the connection. I learned that the boy’s mother had been a maid at the house, and she had to hide her child in the crawlspace because she would’ve been fired if the youngster had been found. The boy wouldn’t give me his name, because he was afraid I’d tell on him. I asked him why he was still in the house, and he said he was waiting for his mother. I tried to find out how he had passed, but the boy refused to believe that he had died!
“Do you see your mother?” I asked him.
Yes.
“Would you like to go to her?”
I can’t. I felt him crying. I can’t find my shoe! Mommie will be mad!
“”No, she won’t,” I said comfortingly, then tried to bring in his mother through the assistance of my guides/angels. This only took a moment; she had been waiting for her child, and had been looking for him, too. In my mind’s eye, I saw her embrace her son, minus one shoe, take his hand, and lead him away from me into the light.
Instantly, it felt like there was a change of pressure in the room. “I don’t feel him anymore,” Helen said. “I think he’s gone.”
Indeed, the couple no longer senses the gloomy presence in their home. And by the way, the lasagna was delicious!
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