I’ve started a new job and things around here have been pretty uneventful. Hectic, but normal life kind of hectic.

I decided to sit with everything last weekend . All the things I’ve discovered or “seen” these past few weeks…I had the time and quietness to meditate on them.

I sat quietly on the sofa and fixated on the tv in front of me. Then closed my eyes and imagined it there on the wall in my minds eye.

Every little distraction was shoo’d away, until eventually they all returned in the form of a tamed little monkey, which I allowed to sit next to me.

With everything somewhat contained, I started to play the visions I’d been shown on the screen in front of me.

There’s always a smidge of doubt that enters the space when I begin.

The grey area between trusting that what I’m being shown is real guidance vs my brain confabulating the missing details.

For myself, that’s where I struggle most.

When I’m seeing for someone else, those missing details are later confirmed by the seeker. They validate that the missing parts I filled in apply to their situation.

When I’m going at it alone, for myself, there’s no confirmation.

I have no solid knowledge that Lisbet ever lived here, or had a child, or any of that.

For all I know, my brain has concocted the entire thing for me.

Hushing those thoughts often throws me off course and then I’m back to the beginning to start all over again…rounding up the distractions and giving them to Monkey.

Usually I’ll try it about 3 times before I’m frustrated and leave it for another day.

But this time I kept at it. I kept starting back over. 6 times. 🙄

And when I made my way through it…you guys were right.

The green “monster” is Lisbet.

And my grandson was right too.

Her sadness is suffocating. It was despair and grief and heartache combined with the thickest and most heaviest air I’ve ever felt.

The weight of it in my chest felt like a load of bricks pressing in.

I couldn’t keep the connection or the concentration. I just immediately knew she had to go.

I had the intention of looking for a message she might have for me, but even if there is one, I didn’t have time to figure it out.

My grandson has been feeling her sadness for months.

I do not have the words to explain or express the sadness other than — DREAD, in slow motion.

So I left the sofa and gathered my things. I grounded myself standing in the middle of my living room and said out loud…

“This is my space, my home, and I command only peace to remain. Any energy that does not serve love, clarity, or protection must leave now. Only light may dwell here.”

I knew it needed to be said with conviction. So I drew mine from knowing that feeling of dread has been seeping into my grandson and weighing on his little heart. How dare anyone or anything inflict that on him. Intentional or not.

And with that, I visualized cleansing energy expanding outward, pushing away anything that does not belong here.

My GS went from talking about the green monster at least once every day, to not mentioning it all this week.

Maybe that’s just coincidence…or maybe she’s gone.