01 Jun 26 Ok, so how do I say that I didn't buy a house, because it had a ghost. To be fair, it's not like I don't like ghosts, but there are, like humans, different kinds. And this one, was of the not nice variety. Actually, not to put too blunt a point on this, he was a right dark-eyed wanker of one. But let me back track a little, it started when I drove down the long-ish driveway. It was absolutely gorgeous! Trees on one side, a stunning view of the water in front, and horses to your side with a nice barn. Excellent start, 99! But as I was driving up to the house, I side-eyed ten (10) potted money plants. You know the kind, green, round...but all in separate pots. Ok, I thought, Weird, but maybe he's selling them... Then I rounded a little corner, and there is this gorgeous land - flat and little bits rounded, all with this stunning view. Parked my truck, and went back to the paddocks where the horses were. You can tell a lot about a home by the horses. These horses were not happy. Well, the one that came up to me was seriously not happy. Sure, his condition was a bit shite, but honestly, if you see Az in the middle of winter when he's had too much of that sugar grass, he's no Rachel Hunter either. It wasn't just the condition though, it was the Mojo Energy. But the paddock was flat, grass was good, barn was excellent.... I pushed those thoughts to the side and got to the house, and it was a nice property. No landscaping, but you know, not everyone is me. Decor was a bit hit and miss. You could see value and quality in some things...but then there was the dirt. I kidd you not, the person (I will not pre-judge here, but we both know I'm talking about a man) was freaking filthy. Splash backs full of grease, oven tops with crusty.....eww....wait...just use your imagination - it was a pit. But anyway, dirt can be cleaned and honestly, I'm not sleeping with him so I don't care that he is a ground hog muppet. Then I turned left, and went into the most stunning rooms. They were light and airy and gorgeous - still not something I would want to lay my head on, but to be fair, I can be a bit funny about cleanliness. Room 1 - gorgeous, Room 2 - same, and 3 was the main bedroom and would have been a real joy to wake up in (obviously, not with the man). Then I turned back to go to the rooms down the hall, to the right of the house, and this is where things get rinky-dinky real. It was like walking down a corridor into a cave. The air got heavier, darker, and colder. One bedroom was ok, next was passable, but the third was like walking into a cave and the temperature dropped again. What? I felt the water trying to surround me and I could taste that metal, slightly off taste, of bad water. I went back to the other side of the house - happy, joyful, full of sun, the view of the water and what would be horses. Back to the other end of the house, and that's when I felt it. The malevolent Energy. The Darkness of an Entity that is not human, and doesn't want you. I could hear it's wants and needs and desires, and I can tell you right now, it's wants, needs and desires were not the same as you and I. But I, like you, know that there are some humans that want those things. Well, the last few years, unless you have lived in a cave, Social Media and the News, would have told you of another person caught doing very bad things, in the dark. I went back to the Agent and said there was no chance I would buy this house. ...and then I understood the horses. As I live and breathe, Truth is stranger than fiction, baby. Love always, T and Spirit, dino_the_dinosaur_kettle, and the tribe. * I respect the Elders of the Land where I work, live, laugh, love and play - Past, Present and Future.
