I am often asked what intuitive healing is. I’m chronically challenged to answer this question. Oftentimes, I wish I could just touch someone on the arm and download an example of visions, tastes, smells or intense feelings that come through for me when I’m working with people, or clearing someone’s home. It’s difficult to translate the information. A huge amount of curiosity and blind faith is what encourages people to trust me and the process. A few years ago, I got a call from a woman that found me on a wellness website that I advertised on. A room in her home didn’t feel right. It felt “dark,” and she stopped going in there. Nothing she had tried helped, and she didn’t know what to do. Within two weeks, I found myself making the two hour dive to her remote home on the outskirts of Vacaville.
It was an address that proved to be very hard to locate. I had the woman’s phone number, and she would give me landmarks like “take a right after the big tree” or “you’ll see a fence on the left.” I made several trips back and forth between spots with cell service until she finally mentioned getting on a dirt road and after traveling two miles take a left after the third cattle guard. I finally pieced together the landmarks and found my way to this incredible home that sat atop a hill surrounded by hundreds of acres with unobstructed views. It was in the deep country and nearly impossible to find. I was grateful my car had all wheel drive.
I parked my car, got out, stretched and searched for my next step. There was clearly an abode on the other side of the 8ft high fence that surrounded the driveway. It was eerily quiet. I conjured the conversation where I had asked the woman if she intended to kill me and chop me to bits, and she said no. She was trusting me, and I was trusting her. I located a button on a gate nestled into the fence, and pressed it. In the distance, I heard the faint sound of more than one dog barking, and tried to calm my pounding heart.
A lovely woman, only slightly older than myself, opened the gate and was surrounded by a bevy of dogs, all of which were wearing tiny little diapers. They seemed excited to see me, and it took some time before I was able to pry my eyes away from these ‘fit in your purse’ sized creatures dancing around me like little diaper wearing circus performers. I raised my head and begun to take in this property. I gasped and marveled at its beauty.
My eyes fixated on a magnificent oak tree that was between me and the home. It had erupted from the ground like a colossal centerpiece, and everything was build around it. Each giant limb a guardian protecting each piece of the home. The home was built with five separate rooms, and you had to walk outside to reach the next room. Each walkway had a small bridge that took you to the next room, and each bridge covered an enormous Koi pond. The front yard area had perfectly manicured drought tolerant plants and flowers. Each room had massive floor to ceiling high windows that faced East. In the distance you could see the Sierra Nevadas from every room in the house over the endless miles of rolling hills that were your view in every direction. I wanted to live here, or at least spend a couple weeks drinking in the view and soaking up the solitude and serenity that oozed from this place. I had to remind myself why I was here.
“I’ll show you the room that doesn’t feel right to me,” the woman said as I followed her. This was the farthest room to the north, so we walked the Koi Pond path all the way. I pictured this place as a retreat center where people would get away, have massages, do yoga, meditate, eat delicious food, and deeply relax and rejuvenate.
I entered the room, and my throat constricted. I felt such sadness. The feeling was lonely, misunderstood, and filled with despair. I felt tears drip off my cheeks and onto my chest and arms as I looked around. The woman left and I wept. I took in the entirety of this wing of the home. Endless views. Enormous windows. A walk-in tile shower with room for at least two. Rain shower heads, benches, and a path to a soaker tub. A walk-in closet, a king sized bed, and a deck with two lounge chairs to take it all in. How could a place like this feel so bad?
I made my way from room to room. The woman and her laptop were stationed in the middle of the house. It was the hub of the home. A laundry room and bath at one end, an open kitchen with high end appliances, a rack with all the best pots and pans, huge handmade chopping blocks and cutting boards and 3 different blocks with the best of the best knives waiting to make a feast. An island with a cooktop and enough space for barstools on all sides for people to sit and eat. There was also a table that fit 10 people, and a huge living room area. The entirety was surrounded by enormous windows that looked at forever. There wasn’t another home or person for miles.
“May I set up here?” I asked.
“Yes. I put my intentions on the counter.” I had requested a list of words that described how she wanted to feel in her home, and how she’d like others to feel when they come in. What she was ready to let go of, and what she wanted going forth.
I began to set up my area. When I energetically clear homes, I bring a huge basket with dozens of crystals, deities, lots of sage and palo santo, lighters, essential oil spritzes that I make that help clear out different types of energies, candles, and a journal to write notes in. While setting these things up, I usually start getting intuitive hits.
“Are you planning on selling this place?” I asked.
“I’d like to, but I don’t think anyone will buy it because of the weird way it’s set up.”
I chuckled and nodded. “This place is going to get swooped up.”
“I don’t think so—I had it on the market for a year and no one was interested.” She seemed certain in her belief.
I closed my eyes. “I am currently receiving information about this. This place is going to sell quickly, if that’s what you want.”
Right then, there was a loud bell that sounded. It felt shocking in the midst of so much serenity. We looked at each other, as the dogs danced around and barked.
“Are..Are you expecting someone?” She asked me.
“Am I?” I asked as I tapped my hand on my chest. “No.”
She left the hub, and I headed back to the “sad” room with my tools. I spent a long time there, and saw some disturbing things and felt the heaviness of despair. I felt a family’s pain. It took some time to start moving it out. I began to make my way back to the hub where the woman was sitting, once again, in front of her laptop.
“Did you hear the conversation that I was having?” She asked.
“No.” I really didn’t know what she was talking about. Maybe she had been on the phone.
“That sound was someone ringing the bell on the gate in the driveway.”
“Oh..that is a shockingly loud alert to let you know someone is here. You can’t hear it on that end,” I said.
“That was someone offering to buy my house.” She told me the story.
I laughed…”Well, there you go. That was fast!” She looked at me bewildered.
I moved through each of the rooms of the home. Not one had anything but lovely energy, but I moved through them, instilling each of the intentions as I cleared anything that did not belong.
When I finished with the inside, I began to walk the property just outside of the home. It was so beautiful. I watched hawks and buzzards circle overhead, and breathed in as the gentle breeze cooled my skin. I closed my eyes and continued to take in slow, deep breaths. Deep breaths. I gasped and began to weep. The feeling took me to my knees. I felt like I was on a rollercoaster, and I couldn’t catch my breath. I cried and cried. I gasped in some air, and opened my eyes. All I could see was smoke. There was no more view, no more mountains, no more hills. Just smoke. I couldn’t breathe, and felt overwhelmed by the devastation. I looked in all directions and there was just smoke. My heart pounded. I felt panic. I felt everything. I began to deepen my breaths. I am breathing. I am safe..
I came back into my body, saw the sun, and felt the breeze. I saw hawks, buzzards, hills and mountains. I breathed in the blue sky, and wiped my tears and nose on my sleeve. I got up and brushed myself off.
Sometimes when intuitive things come through, my first thought is ‘I can’t tell anyone about this, I’ll sound crazy.’ But, then I realize that this is a gift. It’s one of the things I’m here to do. I have to give the information, and the people who hired me to clear their space can do with that information as they will. It now belongs to them.
The woman and I sat and talked for a long while. I told her everything I saw. I couldn’t tell her when the fire would come through there, but it would come, and it would take everything. The shadows began to lengthen as the day came to an end. The woman and I hugged each other tight.
“Goodbye, Wendy.”
“Goodbye, Heather.”
I packed up my basket, and made my way back down the mountain to Interstate 5, where I got to feel the last of the day’s sun, as it kissed the left side of my face.
Epilogue:
Heather sold the house two months later to the person that came to her door while I was there.
4 months later, a fire came through and took everything.
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