Have you ever walked into a house and immediately had a "feeling" about it? Or a "sense" about a place?
I believe that homes absorb the essence of its occupants. That some of our karma, life force or energy, call it what you will, soak into the walls.
In 1986, we bought our first home. It was a turn of the century house, built in 1913. (The home shown here is NOT ours, though wouldn't it be awesome if it was? I love this old home! I dont have a photo of our old place on digital. I should scan one and post it here soon. For now, I will borrow this local Maple Ridge Beauty). Anyways, the first time we went to view that old home, I fell in love with it. It was so old and run down, but I saw the possibilities and the soul of the home reached out and touched me. We bought that place and made it our home for the next ten years.
We sunk a ton of cash into renovations and converted the ramshackle place into a cozy family home. I loved living there. We were always broke and scraping by to make ends meet. But it was a great place to bring up our three young kids. Nothing really bad ever happened while we lived there. Somehow I always felt that we had a friendly presence watching over us there. Prior to us moving in, it had long been a rental property with a new tenent every few months. So when a family moved in and treated the place with kindness, I think thatmade the presence happy. I believe it looked out for us.
But there came a point when the city decided to widen our road and we decided it would be a good time to move. We put it on the market and it sold the next day. Durin the time between selling the house and moving out, everything started to go wrong. Lights started flickering, pipes burst, the foundation started leaking. I think our friendly spirit was upset that we were leaving.
Keith always chuckled whenever I had mentioned my beliefs that we had a friendly ghost. But I think I am more sensitive to spiritual matters than he is.
One evening before we moved out, Keith was working late and I had gone to bed with the dog curled up at my feet. Something woke me up, and the dog also was awake and looking quite alert towards the bedroom door which was open. I heard the stairs creak and thought, "Keith is home". I turned over to face the door , and lo and behold, there was a man standing in the doorway, but it was'nt Keith. I was not frightened at all. He was stout and was wearing a plaid shirt. He just stood in the doorway looking at me. I said "You must be our friendly ghost, have you come to say good bye?" He nodded once and then was gone. Then the dog jumped down and started running down the stairs. But he was gone from sight.
We bought our current home in 1996. But it wasn't home to me, it was just a house. I missed our old place for a long time and would well up whenever I would go past it. We have been here over eleven years and finally after making alot of changes, I am starting to feel more at home here. Some of our family essence is finally soaking into the walls and joists of this place. Our friendly spirit did not follow us here, I suppose he must be tied to the old place. I hope his new family has filled the void we left behind.