Return to Linville: Dark Energy, Elizabeth, and the old Beech Tree

I typically write my posts in chronological order of happenings as I visit a place. However so much happened on this recent trip to Linville that I have to parse my thoughts in a different way. Emily and I arrived a little earlier than our scheduled arrival time. The proprietor met us at the door and welcomed us into the home. The feeling was a bit different than last time - calmer. Which makes sense since the group doing the investigation was about 1/6th of the size the last time we visited. We chatted in the foyer for a bit and then Winn brought us into the kitchen. I was immediately hit with a surge of energy in there. It was overwhelming. Winn discussed how the kitchen was always a hot spot of energy, but that few people investigated in there. 

"Imagine all of the energy of people preparing meals, etc." It was more than that though. Yes, the residual energy of a bustling kitchen was present, but there was something more sinister to the feeling I got in the space. By this point, Tom had arrived. We met him at the door and exchanged hellos. Winn offered us coffee, so we all walked back into the kitchen. Tom had the same feeling I did when I first walked in. He mentioned he felt a surge of energy that was running about the house. Some more chatting ensued, and then Winn went to get a notebook for Tom to use. He also offered up the use of some EMF sensors and cat ball. We gladly accepted. Winn returned with the notebook and the sensors. I was still trying to make sense of the energy I was feeling in the space, when one of the EMF sensors in Tom's pocked started to go wild. 

    As a brief interlude, on the way to Linville I asked my guides to protect Emily and myself. I also asked them to show us what needed to be seen, heard and felt, and whatever other gifts Emily had (we already knew she's an empath), to make them aware to her as appropriate. No sooner had I finished thanking my guides that Emily says "Mom, what's that beeping noise?" I gave her a side eye and said "what beeping noise?" She said she heard a constant beeping and it was driving her crazy. We turned the music off in the car. I listened intently and still didn't hear what she was hearing. I asked her clarifying questions. "Is it like a microwave beeping?" "No." "Does it sound like an alarm clock?" "No." She said it sounded like a timer going off. I still didn't hear it. At this point I was given a download. "Emily, that's a gift called clairaudience. I can't hear the beeping because I don't have that ability. I guarantee the beeping you're hearing has something to do with what we are going to experience today at Linville." She seemed skeptical. "Mom, how do you know that?" Emily asked.  "I can't explain it. I get information, and I just know it to be true," I replied.

    Back to the meter in Tom's pocket. It was exhibiting extremely high levels of EMF activity. Tom thought it was his cell phone, but it wasn't. He put the meter on the counter. Winn mentioned that there was absolutely nothing in that part of the kitchen that should be setting off the meter that way. No electrical currents, nothing. It continued to go off intermittently. At this point I said "Emily, is that the beeping sound you heard in the car?" A thousand bucks for someone to guess what her answer was... Yes. That was in fact the beeping sound she heard. Winn surmised that perhaps it was his mom coming for a visit. The notebook he grabbed for Tom to use was his mothers, and he happened to be working on a portrait of her when we arrived. He started talking to the energy. "Hi Mom. I'm sorry I didn't acknowledge your visit the last time." I sensed that his mom did have a presence in the room, but she wasn't the one setting off the sensors. "Winn, your mom is with us but she's not the one making all that commotion. What's setting that thing off is something dark." He then proceeds to tell a story about how several of the women owners of the house seemed to develop drinking problems and became the household pariahs. And one of the female investigators heard a distinct whisper in her ear when she was standing at the sink "Put a curse on him." I said, "Yes, this dark energy was creating that. I feel like it's connected to the land somehow." 

    Thankfully I had my full protection up so I wasn't fearful of the darkness that was swirling about. Eventually it settled. That's when Sam walked into the kitchen. Tom acknowledged him. "There's a man that just came in. He's a tall black man." "A slave," I added. More on Sam in another post. Sam was leading Tom out of the kitchen and into the back yard. Tom said there was an entry to the basement outside the house that Sam wanted him to use. Winn went to uncover the previously-unknown-to-Tom entrance, and I went to use the restroom. This left Emily all alone in the kitchen. When I returned, Emily told me that as soon as Tom and I left the room, the kitchen immediately felt oppressive. She said she felt like she had a hard time breathing. The dark energy that had been swirling about had returned to the kitchen. I sat down at the table with my notebook. I was trying to get a read on what my guides wanted me to do. As I was doing this, the emf meters continued to spike like crazy. "Palo Santo the kitchen" was the answer. I had thought that previously but was concerned if the energy was connected to the land (I had thought perhaps a Native American ceremony brought it there) that there would be repercussions to doing this. I was assured I was safe and that I needed to chase this energy out. I got out my palo Santo and started to bless the space, circling the kitchen and moving the energy out the back door. Once I finished that, the feeling in the kitchen was notably lighter. That's when Elizabeth walked in. We had met Elizabeth in the lounge (though I didn't get her name) at our last visit. 

 

As I previously mentioned, Elizabeth was quite fond of Emily. She was pleased that we returned. She said she rarely came into the kitchen because of the dark energy that was present there. We were chatting with Elizabeth when Winn came into the kitchen white as a sheet - looking like he saw a ghost. Ironically he lives with ghosts so to see him with this pallor was quite shocking. "Um, Troy has a situation in the basement, and he needs your help." Further conversation with Emily would have to wait. I wrote about this "situation" in a blog post here. After the possession incident, we returned to the kitchen to chat with Elizabeth. She had a message for Emily. "You have gifts you're not aware of yet. You need to learn to meditate. That's how your gifts are going to open up." Nevermind that as her parent I already had said this to Emily - lol! Hearing it from Elizabeth she took it to heart. On the drive home Emily asked why Elizabeth was so fond of her. "I don't know, love. Perhaps the two of you knew each other in a previous life." 

The old beech tree in front of 
Linville Manor. Image Courtesy Linville
Manor.

    A bit later we took a walk to the family cemetery (more on that here), and upon our return the old beech tree that sits grandly in the front yard wanted to say hello. I walked over to her and asked her if it was okay to touch her. Permission granted, I gave her a big hug. Her energy was warm and welcoming. She siphoned off the energy I had picked up from the cemetery, and then showed me visions of the land as it looked when it was a tobacco plantation. I saw the fields of tobacco stretching as far as the eye could see; it was harvesting season and the leaves had started to turn yellow. As I was embracing the tree, Tom said the tree told him she wouldn't be around much longer. She was old and tired, but she wasn't ready to go yet. Winn told us that an arborist had tried to cut her down because she was infected with a fungus. Winn painstakingly scraped off the infected bark, and sprayed vinegar on the wound daily for a month. Fungus successfully abated, he painted the open wound of the tree to protect it from further infection and pests. A tree that is 300 years old is worth preserving for as long as possible. Those kinds of trees are witness to so many things, and they remember it all. I was grateful that she shared some of her memories with me.