DevilDuck said:
Quad -- Dude...That house is baaaaaaaaad news. I'd sage the crap out of it, throw sea salt in every corner, and besom the crap out of the doorways. And that would be just a start.
I guarantee you that there's something else in that house besides....whatever the ladies name is.
Oh yeah...beer.
it.
You are correct, there is. But, she's the dom in there. She owned it first.
And, I brook no trouble, but...you havent met me son...I pack a big fuking stick of the ages long past. I've fought demons and worse..no simple lost souls can touch me.
When I stepped up and sat on the porch..all of the other noisy idiot spirits left.
Then was very still, and I heard her..the real owner. We talked awhile..she just wants a caretaker for her roses and garden. Heh, like my mother would have. She's very nice. The nasty ones,..pfft, I'm no stranger to spirits. I'm ancient Celt. *I* scare them.
I can do things to them beyonnd all worlds if I have to. And they know it. I am all I need to be in any dimension.
texas blues said:
DD..what no pee test too? Congrats on the Union 'thang and Happy B-Day. Ahhh Shiner Bock...oh the memories. Only a couple stores here have it off and on.
Quad...get yourself to Mississippi and find you a Mojo bag.
Cheers, TB.
TB, I know about that stuff, and no thanks. I'm good.
I've had a thousand years of being me...Druid trumps your swamps my friend.
No soul left on this planet nor any spirit can scare me. I am an eternal being now. The body dies, but that is nothing.
Many of you 'dream' past lives..you just cant accept it.
I walked past the house again today..it's still, and quiet.
Nobody even sees it's there anymore. I can bring it life again.
She wants it to be so. After 120 years, I heard her..and listend. That is all she ever wanted..someone to care for her flowers, her garden. And wash away the the stains of what happened after her. Those screams are what most feel and hear..and they have kept her alone for decades. I knew better.
You Think perhaps she wa the killer....perhaps she was. I'd be amused.
My father was a coroner, and i'm a Celtic heathen... perhaps she shoud be afraid of me. Dead, or not.
But, we talked...and the house, and us, will be at peace. Not all spirits are bad.
She was alone for over a century..but still polite, I sense no evil in her. That is tellng. It's a crappy nieghboerhood nowdays..but there's hope.
Tip, the temp on that porch raised about 20 degrees after her and i talked. Its nto cold now..to me at least. It wasnt her. it was the evil ones who'd come afterwards.
Ha, let them come...I'll send them to worse places than hell. I still have my magyck.
Yes Duck, I know candles, sage, and all that the wiccans purifying rituals learned from us. And much we never taught them. My amulets of mind and memory invoke far more elemental, frightening and older things. I shall be fine.
No spirit or demon on this plane can hurt me. I, can hurt them. With a few words.
I like her..she'll love gardening with me. I feel that potential. I belong there.
We are both lonely and dangerous. She's just a few hundred years younger. But, we love the earth. If I do get the house, it'll be hers
and mine..until she's ready to go on. If she stays, I'm happy..she's an excellent conversationalist.
And no, she's very grandmotherly..it's not like that...
