Changing energy

Last Friday I painted for six hours straight, nearly all day long, and then with ceiling paint plastered in my bangs I got a call from Seb. "They don't want to fix your car. There's some kind of problem with water in the engine or something." My heart sunk. I was really down. I love my car, or maybe I should say loved my car. The car looked like it was in good shape when I saw it after the police found it but in fact they did something to the motor or maybe it was the putting out of the fire. I'll get some recompensation, losing a little money of course, but still I loved my car. I was feeling really sad and I didn't want to go to my soirée fille, my little monthly outing with my neighbors where we women get together without the kids or husbands. I didn't feel like getting dressed up and doing my hair and so I called my friend Myla and begged off but she insisted. She called me back twice and said "get out of the damn house! change l'air un peu!" I think I called the wrong person to beg off because she's always so positive and energetic.

At the soirée after about an hour of doing the bonne année bise ten times, (now you understand why I begged off going) the subject of our house came up and Seb's latest accident, the piece of old wood lodged in his finger, the other index finger. He had to have another operation, his second in two weeks, (the first being when he sliced himself with a drywall cutter at Christmas) to get rid of the infection that swelled his finger like a giant sausage, and so now he looks like a lobster with both pinchers on either hand wrapped in huge bandages. He can't work in the house for the next six weeks. "There isn't something wrong with your house?" one neighbor asked. "It seems like there's a problem somewhere" Everyone shook their head in agreement and then a few people launched into stories about "bad houses" and I stayed relatively quiet. The room seemed divided between believers and non so I didn't feel like telling everyone about my saga of the magnetisuer from the previous week. Then the most conservative mom I know leaned in towards me. "There's someone I think you have to see." I felt comfortable and shared a very abbreviated version of our magnetiseur story with her and we left it at that. The next morning I shared the story with Seb and told him how shocked I was that Véronique of all people told me that she knew someone and that she'd had problems in her house. Then Seb went off to run a banking errand in the next village and rounding a corner he ran right into Véronique who was also running errands. "Did Christine tell you?" she asked. She gave Seb the card of her guy and he came out to meet us that same day and made a plan to come the following week to clean our house.

Yesterday was the big day. We had the property cleansed and Dominique told us his views on the house after doing his ritual cleansing. When he first came he went straight in the front room and said "this room" and then in the basement kitchen "and this one" He asked if the previous owner had died in the house and even though I told him no he said she has a really strong hold on the property and "it's almost like she's jealous of you and maybe she's a little angry that you're in her house." When he first came he'd gone in the old mamies' bedroom without knowing, the room we threw all the furniture out of and that's the room he'd marked as having the most energy problems. The basement kitchen has all her old furniture, the table, the fridge the cupboards and the bowls and pitchers I'd kept so that's the only reason I'd think he'd have for targeting that room. He walked through the house burning incense and sprinkling holy water and doing his cleansing rituals. The house got really, really cold like last week before the heat got turned on. It was weird. Then when he'd finished he did us. He was using a crystal dangling it over my head and I felt this electromagnetic energy bolting through my body. It was so odd. I get the same sensation when I stand too close to a microwave because I'm really sensitive to them and I have to stay about a foot away or I get dizzy. Seb who is even more skeptical than me felt the same thing when he did him. The other thing was that I started sweating like a long distance runner as soon as he started, and it was almost embarrassing because it was dripping down my arms like someone turned on a faucet. I wasn't nervous at all, more worried that I'd start giggling so it was completely strange.

After his walk through we shared with Dominique what the other man told us but he wasn't so sure about it. He said it's not really a curse or anything from someone real (to be fair the other guy told us he'd really like a photo of the house to know who it was and he'd asked us to mail one and he'd write us back). Dominique said he did feel a lot of jealousy but it was from the previous owner's energy and there was a real feeling of propriety and a feeling of this house is MINE, something he said he felt like when he walked in and something I feel too. How can you not feel this when you walk into the house and it's been a museum frozen in time. I don't ever really feel like it's our house, or at least I haven't up to now. He asked when we started big renovations and when we said May he said "and that's when all your problems started right?" which we had to agree because it was in June that Seb "got blowed up" (as Little S says) and it so happens that he was burning the debris from the house, the walls we'd torn out and some of the broken furniture, go figure.

So that's about it--the house's energy is neutralized and so are we. We'll see how our luck changes, if we have to leave or not.* Even if you don't believe in this sort of thing and you think it's kooky at least you could latch on to the idea that the feeling of constantly having bad luck might disappear for us and that will make our own negative feelings go away.

(Seb has been dabbling with taking an expat offer at his job but it's a take it or 'leave the company' offer so we may not have the choice! I can't really blog about it though *zipping lip* but we feel pushed out and it's just more weird stuff that's been going on)