Non-human spirit interactions- pt. 2
.... So, yes, there are nature spirits that were not, have not ever been, and cannot be human.
There are others though. Not demons. That's a very Christian feeling thing in my opinion, that comes with all the doom and gloom of church-led guilt and threats of eternal fiery damnation.
But there are spirits that are inhuman, not necessarily linked to any one location that can tend to cause chaos if not dealt with appropriately. I have had an issue with these before. Not often. But a few times. Things will go missing or break, or in some cases show up in places where they shouldn't be. Accidents will happen that normally wouldn't. If there are fairies, then I truly feel that this would be them in a nutshell.
For instance, when I was 8 years old, we lived in a house that was old and poorly maintained by our landlord, and honestly wouldn't have done well in an evaluation, but that is what my single mother of two kids in a small town could afford. And shelter is shelter, even if grass grows through the floors in the summer or raccoons fall through the ceiling every other Fall.
At this point, I had already started to "see" things and had a lot of questions and worries and occasionally fears. And one afternoon in the summer, my brother and I, along with a couple of his friends, stomped into our home after a walk across town doing unsupervised kid stuff. (they were all teens around 8 years older than I) And walking down the main hallway between my bedroom and the living area, baby doll in hand, I was stopped dead by a dark... thing. I had seen this thing before and ignored it like my mother told me, but there it was, standing directly in front of me, eyes burning into mine, and I was frozen in fear. I couldn't walk around it this time. I screamed and my brother and his friends ran behind me and snatched me away. I felt like I couldn't breathe.
This thing was of course a resident of our house for as long as I could remember, since moving in a couple years before, and I had never seen it so aggressive in my whole existence. What followed I can't say for certain. My memory pops in and out. I became sick with a fever for a few days, but I distinctly remember my brother and his friends chanting something in the hallway, and later him sitting by my side while I was in and out of consciousness. Back then, he still cared.
Eventually, they called in a local shaman to come cleanse the house. This was really weird for me, because it wasn't something that I, a child, was used to seeing or being included in. He walked the house, asked me some questions, and came to the conclusion that just below our bathroom floor was something ominous that emanated the negative energy this thing was fueled by, and that we would do well to look into it.
Until our 2 hound puppies went missing. (Mine was named Daisy.)
There was a space under our home, used to access plumbing and such, and in that space there turned out to be an old empty well. Surprise surprise. And that is where the puppies disappeared, unfortunately. I was beyond sad and angry that this thing might have taken them.
After this, another cleansing took place, this time with the well, and I didn't have another interaction with this thing after that.
Looking into it now, resources suggest that it was an angry House Wight. Which seems to make the most sense. How long it had been there, I have no idea, but I doubt we had ever done anything to appease or honor it, and so it took from me, an easy target bursting with energy that I hadn't learned to control. Whoever did what they did to piss it off owes me like 6 years' worth of therapy.
There was another incident with a Wight, where I learned what a Wight is, with my own daughter. She was about 3, and we were living in an entirely different state in a different home on different land. And the "Owl Man" became a thing. A darkened figure, in the corners of rooms with giant eyes that watched her. At first, I thought it was nightmares or something she may have caught on tv. But it persisted, and things started to go weird, like cabinets being open, oppressiveness, yadda yadda. I'm not big on poltergeists, but I was deep into the internet trying to figure it out when I came upon Wights, and the description fit like a glove. The land that we lived on was once old farming land before being turned into communities, and the residents were once pretty Old World. The answer? Beer. Good dark beer. I started leaving it out in bowls and soon things cleared up. My tiny garden blossomed. Weird smells went away. All for some beer and a simple hello and thank you.
There are other things that I could write about, and maybe sometime I will. I haven't shared much on this topic with anyone really. So why not here?
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