She was gone and he was gone. However, residual energy remained and "visits" from good and bad were still occurring. Much of this was due to the fact that we had not fully learned to protect ourselves. We were still shell shocked about our experiences which also caused us to suffer PTSD
. Learning to protect ourselves and our surroundings was hard and talking about it was just as hard, if not harder.
We knew we need to get a handle on our situation or we would be right back to where we were before Amy
, Steve, and the rest of The Dead Files
team helped us. This was easier said then done.
If you remembered from our episode, Amy said there was a path of dead walking in front of our house. It was still there after she left and is still there to this day. Before we became strong enough and fully learned how to protect ourselves, it was a daily battle to keep them from coming in. At times, we could not keep them out.
We spent time studying. Trail and error was our best educator because we learned that every situation was different and we're not experienced enough to differentiate between situations. The "who, what, where and how" was still a frustrating mystery for us. We sought help of others but were careful of those others. We got the girls in counseling with a psychotherapist
because we knew that someone like that would be more open to their experiences. We needed to get them back to us.
We would still hear the whispers of children in our home, still see the figures walk in front of our windows. They came from all walks of "after" life. Women, men, outlaws, slaves, children, young, old; all lost and all not knowing where to turn so they turned to us. Our first challenge was determining who was good and who bad. Who was just lost or who was intent on doing harm. The last thing we wanted was to cast someone out who truly turned to us for help. However, we weren't good enough to distinguish that yet. Even if they communicated they just wanted help, we could not trust them.
I can only recall once where we knew that one lost soul needed help. It was the first positive life changing experience for us.
It was August 2016, about 2 months after the filming of our episode. I heard our front storm door open and shut. Thinking it was just Jennifer letting dogs in or out, I initially thought nothing of it. Then I remembered that Jennifer was in the shower. As I walked toward the front of the house, a pungent order hit me. It smelled of someone who had been outside working all day in the hot summer sun. I knew immediately that someone was in our house.
At first a sense of terrible anxiety hit me. My first thought was "what do I do?"
Jennifer was out of the shower by this time and I remember her saying, "someone was watching me in the shower."
"Someone's here" I whispered
Then I saw him. A tall African American man dressed in torn up clothes as if they were handed down to him from past generation.
I was stumbled backwards, not know what to say or do.
"What!" Jennifer asked with a sense of fear in her voice, "Who's here?"
I collected myself and said out loud, "who are you? Why are you here?"
"I am looking for my family. My wife and daughter", he said in a voice that sounded like the faded end of an echo.
He went on to say, "I mean no disrespect. I was told they came this way."
The heartbreak in his face was overwhelming.
I looked at Jennifer and said, "He's looking for his family. That's all"
Jennifer and both quickly had the same thought, let's help him. Jennifer started to talk to him and I prepared the Sage and incense. She told him his family was not at our house and that they were probably still moving forward on the path.
I began the cleansing I had learned. Saying the blessings and prayers. While directing them at him specifically. I prayed for help and guidance so that he could be reunited with his family. I told him that they had not stopped here but if he kept moving forward he would find them. He just had to have faith. I told him staying with us would not get him closer to his family but would only increase the distance between them. I told him to go. Go and find his family.
Just like that, he was gone. The smell was gone, the anxiety was gone and so was our fear.
It was the first time that we had ever helped someone move on without someone helping us.
It was empowering and we finally knew how to keep the others silent.