When your defence is down, the boggles arrive.
So our move was rescheduled due to red tape insanity. Since we had pretty much has everything packed, neither one of us wanted to unpack anything for the week we still had to stay here. That included my altars.
His nightmares began two days later. Apparently around this time he started to feel unsafe in the house.
Two days after that he caught me sleepwalking…in my underwear…heading outside. He caught me a few stairs down and asked me what the hell I was doing. I apparently told him that the talking skeleton in the bedroom told me to go get candles and crystals for it. I guess he had to keep talking me down for a solid five minutes because I was that insistent. He tucked me back into bed and was brushing his teeth when I apparently let out a “blood curdling scream”. When he ran in to check on me I told him that the skeleton was mad because I didn’t buy him the stuff so he made the walls crawl with rats.
There is something swirling around in here. Making us both edgy. Since our new date isn’t that far away I don’t want to unpack the altars just to pack them back up again in a day or two.
I talked to my SF about it. She recommended a protection spell that she had used recently. Put lemon slices with black pepper (I added sea salt) in ALL corners of your house, saying a cleansing spell. We talked about the energies in here and I decided that I would make a deal…leave us be until we leave, then have at it.
Hopefully things will settle. At least long enough to get the hell out of here.