Not long ago I received an email from a former co-worker informing me that a building I had worked in for over 20 years was being torn down.  The email included a photo of the destruction that had begun.

I immediately had a labyrinth of mixed emotions.  I was happy that I was free from that place and yet felt a twinge of sadness at the same time.

 

I hadn’t been inside the building since I quit my job about 5 years ago.  I was so happy to leave.  I was starting a new life, the life I had wanted for so long.  I was finally going to use my gift to not only help others heal but to heal myself.  Even more importantly, I was able to spend more time with my family.  At the same time, it was terrifying, giving up an income that I knew in my heart we didn't need, but it was still frightening.

 

There were a few things making my decision to leave easier.  For one, the negative energy from a few people who worked there who I feel have more darkness in them than light. I was surrounded by it all day. My office basically boxed in with it on either side of me.   Some people wouldn’t notice or feel it, but when you are a Medium, you pick up other peoples energy and when that energy is dark and manipulative, it’s physically and spiritually draining and very difficult to disconnect from.

 

A few days after getting the email, I happened to be in the area and decided to drive up to the old building and take a look at it one more time before it was gone. 

 

I pulled up in front and sat in my car for a few minutes watching the big machines tear it down, wall by wall. I drove up to the side of the building where my office was.  Just as I did, the powerful backhoe reached down and started to pull apart my office. The very spot where I spent my days for so many years.  I admit, at first I had a few tears.  I had good memories entangled with the bad.  I had spent many hours there with some close friends as well as my husband.  There were also memories of those who I had worked with who have since passed away and those memories came crashing down just like the walls that were crumbling before my eyes.

The images and memories of conversations and laughter and moments spent with those I cared for and had lost,  Eileen, JT, Dwight, Shawn, George, my best friend Jim and more strongly than any of the others, Bart.

 

The truth is I loved this building.  Most people didn’t.  It was next to a former Catholic hospital which had since been turned into housing. The building I worked in was where the Nuns resided.  It had a chapel which had been converted into a partial gym and was later used for office parties and eventually office space.

It had a basement which many felt was creepy.  There was an underground tunnel which connected the building to the hospital.  It was a passageway for the Nuns. It was behind a locked door and was later used for storage.  

 

There were several rooms in the basement that were simply cement floors and walls and when the lights were out, it was so pitch black you couldn’t see your own hand before your face. There were no windows. There were rooms within rooms. I loved it down there.  If I had to get away from the negative energy upstairs, I often found myself down in this spider web infested, cold, dark musty place.  Many of my files, marketing items and envelopes were stored down there so I had a good excuse to escape.

 

The building was said to be haunted by a nun who had gotten pregnant and was shamed and tried to take her own life.  It all sounded like a scene from “Agnes of God” lol.  I never felt anything that validated this story.  There were many souls in the building.  There were nuns who had passed and occasionally walked through. I felt a presence throughout the building and would often close my office door and listen to the chatter of the souls. 

 

Sometimes I could hear words and parts of conversations but most of the time it was just chatter.  Often times I would be working at my desk and look up to see a soul sitting in the chair in the corner.  Occasionally it was someone I knew, but most often not. 

 

When no one knows you are a Medium, it can appear that you are simply a crazy person when you are staring or smiling at someone, no one else can see.  Rather frequently, a co worker would walk by and see the empty chair and the look on my face lol.   I am sure I appeared to be daydreaming, or just plain nuts.  It’s rather comical to me now but it wasn’t at the time. I finally started closing my door which served two purposes.  I could hear the souls better and it blocked some of the negative energy directed at me.  I eventually learned to deflect some of it back to the sources it came from, but it took me awhile. 

Don’t get me wrong, not all of the people in the building were negative, just a few.  I worked with some wonderful people over the years and many of them were full of light. However, when you have such a strong force of negativity, it eventually plays on everyone and the tension could be felt the minute you walked in the door.  It didn’t take being a Medium to pick up on it.

 

After watching the walls collapse and the dust whirl around my car from the destruction I had a renewed feeling.  It was liberating.  I was releasing the pain I had held onto.  And the crap that went on inside those walls and the negative residual energy left behind by those who had since moved down the road to another location, it was all being released at the same time.

I didn’t stay much longer and as I drove away from it, I felt a huge weight, a burden even, lifted from my shoulders.  All of that tension and drama was gone.  It blew away among the particles of dust… released to the Universe.

 

Last week I drove back up to the site.  In its place is now an amazing senior living complex which is beautiful and full of light and good energy.  It felt right. All I keep with me now are the happy memories.

 

Sometimes healing comes in ways we don’t expect.