Sage
Report by: Debra Pickman
We moved out of the house on Halloween, October 1994. we moved to 509 North 5th street; two blocks away and on the west vs. the east side of the street.
Before we moved we contacted Barbara Conner with our intentions. I was specifically concerned about Sallie feeling like we were abandoning her and didn’t know if she would go with us. If she would I felt we should bring the things we had given her, but if not I didn’t want to take them from her.
Barbara informed us that Sallie already knew, and although she would likely stay at the 2nd street house, she had picked a place in the new house for herself. She also suggested to bring a few of her things when we moved, and leave a few things behind. We did just that. The few things we left behind we put up in the crawl space accesses above the upstairs hallway. Those things are long gone, as some group felt the need to take them from the house.
When we moved in, all seemed quiet. During this time we had been contacted by Paramount pictures to do a television show, so in the coming months we met with the writer and told him our story.
Thanksgiving and Christmas went well, and we felt that in moving we had been able to leave it all behind us. But we were wrong.
With New Years came plans for my brother and his wife to visit for about a week. They arrive a day or two after New Years Day and up until their last night, their visit was normal and uneventful.
We slowed down for a nice homemade dinner the night before they were scheduled to leave. And sitting at the dinning room table I noticed Tony acting a little odd. Instead of taking part in conversation he seemed very quiet and preoccupied. Without drawing attention, I asked him if there was something wrong, to which, with his eye movement, motioned for me to look at his lower arms.
I was astonished to see several scratches. We quickly excused ourselves to the kitchen where he told that he felt something was around him and that he felt he had more scratches along his back and upper arms. I lifted his shirt to check and he had been right.
Tony had not wanted to bring it to my attention at the table because he wasn’t sure how my brother and his wife would react; we certainly didn’t want to scare them.
Not wanting to leave our guests alone for too long, I told Tony that it was something that had to be dealt with right away. I told him where the sage was in the bedroom upstairs, and explained that when he lit it he had to be firm and forceful in his words and conviction as he spoke to the spirit that was doing this. We figured it was the woman spirit and that she was still wanting his attention.
I continued to instruct him to envelope himself in the smoke from the sage, and to tell this spirit that he didn’t want her around, that she wasn’t welcome in his house or around his family, and that he demand her to leave and never return. I again expressed that he had to do this and mean it. It wasn’t that I thought differently, but he himself had to believe in the power of what he was doing; something that didn’t come easily to him.
Tony went upstairs to burn the sage, and I gently let my brother and his wife in on what had happened and where Tony went. They both took it rather well. In fact they seemed asked several questions.
For several years this was the last time that Tony was scratched and for almost a year we lived without any glimpse of paranormal activity.
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