A few weeks ago I awoke at 3:00 a.m. to find white strings of light emanating from my fingers. I had lit a few sage candles before falling asleep and thought it must be a trick of the light and looked around the room to see tiny orbs like fireflies blinking in the room. I sat up and noticed movement in the angel painting above my bureau. The angel was waving at me. I heard a symphony of beautiful music but only for a second. My husband was downstairs writing and I was about to call to him but I didn't. I watched forms of light and ghost figures come out of the painting. I notice the walls in the room were flickering like a glitch on a computer screen. The air felt different and when I blinked I could see through this barrier that looked like white TV static. I don't know how long it was before I called Jeremy upstairs but all I could think was it will stop once I am not alone.
For the next two hours I was in some kind of trance. Jeremy sat beside me on the bed. He told me my pupils were dilated and I would later do some research and find out that I was in a trance. He couldn't see what I was seeing but I described to him as the experience was happening. I am a medium but do not normally see things. I feel things and hear them. I witnessed several human ghost forms come out of the painting. One was a headless woman and it terrified me. She opened her arms to me and beckoned me to come with her. The other forms that came out of the painting were what I can only describe as light beings from another dimension. They were wispy, stringy light beams that moved fluidly; imagine sunlight reflected off a still lake. The angel in the painting was trying to show me things. She painted pictures with her hands as if we were playing charades. I could not understand what she wanted me to know but the images she showed were all the stages of life from birth to death. I eventually got so scared I called upon my spirit guides to help me stop seeing because I was overwhelmed.
The energy in the room stayed heavy. It was crowded with souls. I couldn't breath. Jeremy and I started sleeping downstairs. We took down the picture and put a different picture up but it didn't do anything. I started wondering where did they all come from? My daughter had just moved in to a new home with her Dad and had mentioned a friendly ghost lived in her home, but that was just one ghost. She had also mentioned the house was close to a graveyard. That must be it, I thought. Annabelle accidentally brought home a graveyard of souls to me. I set about cleansing the entire house. Especially Annabelle's room and then our bedroom. Her room felt better after three sage blessing but mine was the same and the air was getting thicker. When Annabelle got home I explained the situation and asked her to come into the room. Could she see or feel anything? She has her own abilities but they are different than mine. She immediately sensed the atmosphere as being unable to breath. She saw the firefly lights. After considering the graveyard theory I realized that it was unlikely. More and more souls were crowding in daily and it seemed to be coming from the mirror now that we took the painting down. Some of the souls were negative. I did some more research and soon found out that by falling asleep in front of a mirror with candles lit I had accidentally channeled a portal. In order to close the portal I had to create a crystal grid of protection with quartz, selenite, and black tourmaline. So again I cleansed the space and set about closing the portal. I lit a bunch of Jesus candles. The air was lighter and I felt less negative energy but the portal was still open. We continued to sleep downstairs. I saged myself, the dogs, Jeremy, and Annabelle. My back hurt from sleeping on the floor. I could not do this for much longer. I wondered if I had opened portals in others places as a result of not knowing portals existed. Finally it dawned on me. I have to get rid of the mirror. Jeremy took the mirror and the angel picture and put it in the garage. I did yet another cleansing. I burned Jesus candles for three days. We are now sleeping in our bedroom again. The portal is in the garage, but who cares if the dead want to hang out in the garage?
I have not gotten over the fact that I accidentally opened a portal, and now that I know portals exist and we are all just living in this matrix, nothing seems to make sense. I can't stop wondering what would have happened if I had followed the headless ghost when she had beckoned me into the portal.
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