When the veil thins...

A curious thing has happened to me today.  I borrowed a friend's lawn mower as mine is out of action and when I returned to do the back yard, I noticed something on the ground outside the garage.  Before I moved in, the previous owner had erected a Snoopy pilot in his plane, because the street I live in is named after a plane.  Unfortunately for Snoopy, he lost his head and it smashed to pieces.  I initially thought it to be a shame, as I rather liked it quirkiness.  I soon came to realise that this is a sign, and I'll attempt to explain why. 

I moved into a house which had been owned by others.  The last house I owned was built and my family and I lived in it for 20 years, so it was our own energy which went into the place.  Ever since I've moved into this house, it's felt like a battle of wills in that I had to not only seek co-operation with the house spirits, I've had to remove residual energy - much of it negative!  It's been a real learning curve for me to live in a house that once belonged to somebody else.  Houses are objects which store a lot of energy over time, be it positive or negative.  This house is over 40 years old and at this stage, I have no idea how many occupants have resided here.  I know about the last occupant, who I met when I looked the house over before buying it.  He is a very sick man with a lot of emotional issues who would refuse to see himself for who he really is, and I had a lot of that negativity to deal with.  In fact, not long after I moved in, someone wrote behind the stove, calling this man an arsehole.  Said a lot, really, as I found negotiating with him difficult at the time.

Anyway, the moon is in its final balsamic phase before it moves into the new phase of Scorpio tomorrow morning.  I enjoyed a chuckle at the thought of a headless pilot in the lead up to Hallowe'en (or Samhain to mark the onset of Winter in the northern hemisphere), or Beltaine (the start of Summer in the southern), which is where I live.  Here is a photo, simply because it appeals to my warped sense of humour.

I have slowly, but surely, been able to appease the spirits (I hope so!) here, to accept me as the new owner of this property.  I bought this place because I saw its inner beauty and I would give it the cosmetic makeover it deserves, mainly some painting, replace the kitchen and bathroom eventually, and put in a nice garden.  I feel that this house has mostly been owned by men and not much had been done.  Thankfully, it's structurally sound, with no evidence of termites.  Since I've moved in, the roof needed to be repointed and filled with mortar, a gurni taken to it so it can be cleaned, and then repainted.  I also had both the front and back doors replaced, and a termite barrier around the house.  I also ran out of money and this period of my life has been very difficult.  I really needed to convince the house that I'm here to look after it and do what I can.

So, as funny as the headless pilot is, I had taken it as a sign for the "Out with the old and in with the new" ditty.  It was past its use by date and I think we're all settling in with each other now.  What once belonged to the previous owner is being phased out at last.  I was able to take it down and put it in the bin, and I already had an idea about erecting a witch on her broom instead, just for a hoot.

Whatever you're celebrating over the coming days, may it be a merry time!

Wassail!