Beyond the Surface

Last night was an interesting mixture of life and death for me.

We went to help a friend move some stuff. She’s in a bad place right now and needs to get alot of stuff moved out of her current home. I’ve never seen someone literally fall apart but she has done just that. She is watching her life in helpless exhaustion. it’s so easy to become overwhelmed when you are smack in the middle of something like that.

We took a trip out to the new building of the local Pagan church. Its in the ghetto. I do mean ghetto. I mean boarded up windows overgrown ghetto. First of all, let me say it is the perfect place for the church. The neighborhood needs this and the land is happy to have them. The building and the property will do well with the renovation attempt and the church will flourish.

HOWEVER - I got this sneaking impression of residual energies the minute I stepped onto the property. Generally when I pick something like that up, the first thing I try to do is to pinpoint it. In this case, it was mixed signals so I was trying to pinpoint it. We walked into the back door of the house. I instinctually didnt want to go into the house. I wanted to hang around outside the door. I went in though. Lots of residuals but nothing solid. moved a few boxes in and then went back outside the house where it was stronger. I stood there for a few minutes while everyone milled around inside but couldnt pick anything out. I got a very incoherant, scattered signal.

Then we walked into the back yard. As I got away from the house, I felt better. The back yard is overgrown and there are some small buildings int he trees beyond what has been cleared out. We headed in that direction. The land felt peaceful and happy. So I tried to distinguish the difference between that and what I was feeling. I turned back toward the house and it hit me like a glass of cold water. I started shaking and crying instantly. Horrible saddness and terror all wrapped up together. Absolutely no warning. I didnt pick up anything until I turned back toward the house. I think I mumbled something like ‘oh shit’ and scrambled back up the hill to the driveway. The further I got the better it was.

The others joined me and started verifying that they had felt SOMETHING.. yada yada.. and all the sudden it hit me again. This time I got images and more coherant thoughts. She absolutely clung to me. She screamed for me. She was an emotional mess. She was traumatized. She was scattered, she was terrified, she was horrified, she was in dispair, she was lonely. I mumbled something about needing to leave nd said nothing more. Michael was concerned. He saw it happening. He bundled me off to the truck and we went home.

She followed me. She needed someone to know and to understand what happened. She needed someone to care that this had happened to her.

Her name is Christina. She is a pretty girl. Mid twenties with shoulder length dark hair and dark eyes. She came from a privileged background and was in a phase when she happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She met a man in his late thirties - dirty with an unshaven face and wild eyes. And he killed her. Very deliberately and slowly. She knew what was happening. She begged, she screamed, she cried. She suffered. No one ever found out what happened to her. So she has stayed there - tormented, scared, lonely and forgotten until someone happened to come along and find her. I think her body is there somewhere. I cant imagine why else she would stay there.

It was the most horrible thing Ive ever lived through.