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On 7th October in 2004, a contract was signed for the sale of the house at Ridgehaven Circuit, Leanyer. At 7.09am another lamp blew a bulb in the loungeroom. Again, this had followed a pattern, because the previous night I had been lying in my bed and thinking, it hasn't blown for a while. Then, sure enough, it did! When I was cleaning out the main bedroom, a touch lamp to the right had come on. I switched it off and left the room. When I came back in, the touch lamp to the left had gone on.
During the final packing up at Ridgehaven Circuit I ended up meeting the previous tenant at one of my garage sales. I asked her if she had experienced any problems with the electricals in the house, like the light bulbs blowing out all the time. She told me that she had not had any problems. She couldn't even remember replacing a light bulb. So, I thought, the 'phenomena' must have something to do with me. The signing of the contract for the sale of the house went smoothly. They were a young couple from Adelaide setting up in Darwin. They loved the garden. My mind was finally put to rest in regard to the new owners adopting the 'house ghosts' when, many months after the dogs and I had moved out, I found out that they had not experienced any problems with the electricals or anything else out of the ordinary. In fact, I was told that they loved the place, and had left everything the way it was when they moved in.
The next time Raymond rang, he said, "Don't be too surprised if it follows you to the next premises."
"Why's that?" I said.
He replied, "Because I think it's coming from you, not the house."
I still wasn't sure about anything or where the 'phenomena' was actually coming from. While both were certainly feasible, I found the suggestion that I was affecting electricity and creating the raps with my own mind almost as outrageous as the notion that the ghosts of dead people were doing it. But I reluctantly conceded that there may have, in fact, been a little bit of truth in those ideas. It seemed that there was a combination of things occurring and that the more I talked to other people, the more I realised that no one knew anything about what was going on.
One day I went to Manson, a Darwin psychic and tarot card reader, for a quick reading before moving out. He was accurate with the tarot and had been right in a previous reading I'd had with him. He didn't ask questions and he knew nothing about me. He turned over the primary card of the Moon. I had recognised this many years ago as meaning 'psychic danger'. I immediately noticed a woman and two dogs beneath the moon on the card. Without knowing of my situation, Manson said, "This new place you are moving to, is there any way out of it?
I said, "No."
He said, "I am sorry. It will not be good for you there."
He then added, "They are going to follow you there from the last place. Is there any way that you can not go there?"
But the answer was, "No." I had already signed the lease for a two bedroom unit in Giuseppe Court in Sunset Cove, since it was the only place I could find that would allow me to have the dogs. Also Ridgehaven Circuit was just about to settle. Manson told me that "they" would be in the corners and that I could get rid of them by burning sage. At the time I thought he may have been tapping in to a sense of foreboding I already had within myself, since I had tried for six weeks to find another place, but this had been the only one available. At the end of the reading I placed my $25 on the small card table and got up to leave. As I walked off I cleared my mind of any negative thoughts. I had a lot to do and the dogs were my number one priority. I wanted to make the move as comfortable for them as possible. |
