Sep. 25, 2018


Continuing my encounter with Harriet, I sought the help of a Clairvoyant..

"Sensing the urgency, Bea joined us early that evening. She arrived quietly and alone, looking like a classic grandmother. She had white hair, rimless glasses, a tightly-girdled body and an air of serious purpose.

Probably in her seventies, Bea came from a tough Northern New Jersey town called Jersey City. Bea walked in my house, handed me her business card, and went to work. She requested Dolly and I remain absolutely quiet as she attempted to pick-up on the home’s energy. She said when her arms dropped and her eyes opened, her work would be finished; only then would she be ready to talk.

Sitting on my sofa, Bea closed her eyes and stretched both hands, palms up, above her head. At different times, her head would twist or move from side to side like she was listening, but her arms stayed outstretched, both palms facing the ceiling. She refrained from touring the house; not one time did she ask what had happened in the house.

Bea stayed for approximately one hour. As soon as she dropped her arms and opened her eyes, I asked “Please tell me what you’ve learned about my house and how can I fix the problem.” Bea responded “You don’t “fix” spirits. I can only make suggestions so they no longer frightened you. Most spirits are kind and mean you no harm.”

With those words, Bea began talking about the house, what to look for, and how to respond when Harriet activated her presence. Bea told me Harriet had died from being pushed down the front staircase. Everything she’d felt while communicating with the house indicated Harriet’s husband had caused her death.

Bea explained that often, when such a traumatic and sudden death occurs, the body dies but the spirit lives, desperately trying to reunite with its body. Harriet’s spirit stayed in the house, confused. Harriet didn’t understand what was happening. She only knew nothing was the same, everything looked and felt unfamiliar and now, strangers were living in her house.

Bea sensed my skepticism; I’d never experienced the spirit world. She advised me to make friends with Harriet and experience a world beyond anything I’d imagined. By being Harriet’s friend, I could bond with the ultimate friendship.

Then Bea got down to details—she shared what she’d learned from the house. She said “After I leave tonight, I want you to look at the Butler Pantry, especially the window. Look at all the notches in the window sill; look at the deep groves etched in the window’s wooden frame; even look around each wooden pane in the window. Search behind the pantry door; feel the gashes in the wood from bottom to top. Mr. Smith hired a painter to cover the deep groves and heavy marks left by Harriet’s large dog but, when you look closely, you will see them.

Mr. Smith hated Harriet’s dogs and, whenever possible, abused the animals. Before Harriet’s death, Mr. Smith closed her large dog in the Butler’s Pantry. The dog tried using his teeth, his claws, everything possible to free himself, to protect Harriet, but his efforts were in vain. The dog wasn’t discovered until two days later. Unable to escape the locked room, Harriet’s dog had

barked, fought the elements, relentlessly, until he worked himself into such a state, he died from a heart attack.”

As Bea revealed more I listened, mesmerized. “Tomorrow, when it’s daylight, I want you to find the well. It’s in the middle of Harriet’s rose garden, hidden under layers of ground cover but you must be careful, the well doesn’t have a cover.

Remember, the well is dangerous. Years ago, Mr. Smith dropped Harriet’s new puppy down that well and never replaced the cover. Harriet suspected her husband was responsible for the puppy’s disappearance but was too scared to confront him. Mr. Smith left the cover off the well so any animal or person that dared stray into the yard, could suffer the same fate.”

I thanked Dolly and Bea for their help and said goodnight.

What an evening! Hours after they’d left, I replayed Bea’s words

in my head. I wasn’t sure if I believed everything she’d told me.Bea had never been in the house and had refused to take a house tour. Instead, she walked from the front door to the living room sofa and no farther. Bea didn’t know the Smiths and, before that night, had never been to Shrewsbury.

Earlier that evening, rather than meet Bea, my daughters had chosen to stay several blocks away with a school friend. A Clairvoyant, talking about spirits, was more than they wanted to hear. I had to be careful; my daughters were frightened of the

house. Several times, my daughters mentioned moving back to Pine Bluff, going to Pine Bluff Schools, and living with their daddy. If that happened I’d be alone in the house, except for Harriet.

I waited until the next day to start my investigation of the Butler's Pantry and the Rose Garden."

Join me tomorrow when I share what I discovered in the Pantry and the Rose Garden.....

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17.10 | 01:42

I miss being Facebook friends with you! Hope you are well and happy.

Tammy Brookover Jay

15.10 | 01:28

Love all of this. I'm so lucky to be your neighbor,

30.08 | 16:26

Sally, my friend, I love your writings and sometimes they make me cry and then smile. I love you as if I had known you all my life. God Bless you each and every day in all you do.

29.08 | 19:19

Lol, I loved reading this story! As a female that dated a couple men with Harleys, I totally understand and met Harley Guy myself, many times over!
I hope you get your 3wheels someday soon!

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