In an odd twist of fate, it turned out that we had known the widow of the previous owner of this house since just after our second baby was born. She had had a stroke that had taken away most of her abilities, including her ability to say anything more complicated than a word or two at a time. The other day, her daughter brought her here for a visit while the daughter helped us work on the house.
At first the widow seemed relaxed and engaged. My husband was quite sweet and communicative with her, piled blankets on her to help her stay warm since the back door was letting cool air in, and helped her hold the baby for a short while. Then he returned to his work, and I became the main caretaker. The widow quickly fell asleep, so I turned my attention to reading to the toddler.
Later when I looked up, I realized that the widow was trying to stand. I immediately went over to her, took her hands and asked what she needed. She seemed really agitated, said something that sounded like, “He’s here,” then kept repeating the same gibberish sounds over and over. I found the daughter and told her that her mother needed something that I couldn’t understand, but she didn’t take it very seriously. I sat for awhile holding the widow’s hand, feeling awful that I couldn’t understand her, until she tried to get up again. I had the thought that it would be good to indulge her, so I called for my husband to come help her stand and walk. When he came over, the widow grabbed onto his hand and didn’t want to let go. He assured her that he was going to be right back, then went to talk to the daughter; she decided that it was time to go home.
I’ve been thinking about it ever since, wondering if her anxiety had been triggered by something misfiring in her brain, or if it had been something in the house that we couldn’t see. I haven’t smudged or purified the house yet (that should happen tonight), but I have blessed the room that we’re currently camping out in as a safe refuge. This room feels pretty secure.
I’m pretty sensitive to spiritual energies, but I’m not anywhere near on par with someone who is well into the twilight of her life. I’ve watched people as they move towards the next life, and they gain the ability to see things that I could never hope or wish to see here in the prime of my life.
I’ve tried a little rabble-rousing to see what I could summon, but got absolutely nothing.
I’ll probably never figure out what it was that agitated the widow so much.