But that was a long time ago and I have let life get in the way and I am no longer very "in touch" spiritually. Not that I don't believe in all that, I just no longer feel it.
Until I went to Bali.
Everyone knows that Bali is a spiritual place. People come here for retreats, it's the "pray" in Eat Pray Love, and religion runs deep in the local culture.
But better wasn't enough. There was something bad in that house. I could feel it as sure as I could feel the bugs crawling on me every night, all night long. I was seeing things moving through the corner of my eye and sometimes when I was laying in bed I would feel the cat step on me, then I'd look and there was no cat there.
Early on, I started lighting incense in the spirit houses. The first night I did it, I concentrated on filling the house with white light and appeasing the spirits and luring them out with the incense. I swear the next day the house felt a lot better. It didn't last long despite the regular incense. I considered asking the pembantu (gardener) if there was someone who could come and cleanse the house. I need that tiny woman to come tell me in her munchkin voice "This house is clean."
I wasn't sleeping much either which didn't help. I tried sleeping with the windows open but there were just too many bugs. Especially after that gigantic hand-sized spider crawled in the house, windows shut. But even then I had to keep a light blanket over me or I'd get eaten alive by the mosquitoes, which can you imagine it being 80 degrees and humid in the middle of the night and sleeping with a blanket?! I finally decided that the small hard wicker sofa (shorter than I am with only a 1" piece of foam) was the least stifling place to sleep, so that's where I slept the last 3 weeks.
The damn mosquitoes buzzed around my ears at night waking me up and eliciting the reaction of smacking myself in the head trying to kill them. I was sweltering hot all night long; like every inch of me drenched and dripping with sweat and it was so stuffy I could barely breathe. A month goes by and I'm almost in tears every night because of the discomfort and bug bites. It's like torture and I beg out loud to please leave me alone and let me get some sleep.
I did finally get a win and rigged quite the little sleeping tent on my hard, short, uncomfortable sofa. I still woke up sweaty and with numb hips but the mozzies couldn't get me in there and I was able to keep a window open! I still got bitten during the day by the mosquitoes, flies, spiders, and maybe even fleas, but at night I'm relatively safe. :)
I asked the neighbors how old the house was (like did somebody die there?) but it was only 7 years old. Supposedly built by a retiring police captain but his wife didn't want to move to that village so he sold it. Why does this house have so many spirit houses? There are 4. Seems too many. What lives there?
When I finally told one of the neighbors that the house had bad energy, they totally agreed and said they weren't surprised given the rough go the house has had. At first I thought maybe it was my own negative energies manifesting in the house. No, not the case.
So let's see, here are some of the bad things that the house decided to bestow upon me:
- My first couple of nights there, the storm of the decade. I even made a quick video before bed to send Dave to show him the ominous wind. Lightening struck right by the house and the waves were so big they came into the yard. That would be about 10 feet from where I was sleeping. Keep in mind I already have a fear of rough water.
- The internet modem broke, leaving me to almost lose my job right off the bat. It did cost me pretty badly work-wise, and not just financially.
- The cat was playing and happened to jump right on the counter where my phone was, knocking it onto the hard tile floor. Shattered the camera lens.
- A spider the size of my hand was in the bedroom one night. We had a showdown and I got her outside with a broom (me running around like an idiot and swearing like a maniac). The next night she was in the bedroom again.
- I thought I was doing a good deed by shooshing the big tokay lizard out a window. Turns out it's good luck to have one living in your house. The next day the dog had it in its mouth. I tried to save him but he died a slow death. After a few days, I looked and his body was gone from where I put in him the garden. At that very moment in the middle of the day, a tokay croaked. Tokays are nocturnal.
- The roof started leaking in my bedroom.
- On a particularly bad morning, I had the extra bonus of a dead fly in my coffee even though I had it pretty well covered.
- I was so hot and sticky and ITCHY all the time - worse than a regular tropics feel.
- The mold in the bedroom kept spreading. Maybe I'll die of mold poisoning. :(
- I felt the tag on my shirt scratch me. Wait, this top doesn't have a tag. The most gnarly 2" bug was down the back of my shirt! :(
- A really stinky pile of dog puke (?) was in the back yard with a whole tokay head in it. I'm guessing that's my "good luck" lizard.
- My computer started really acting up and would bluescreen often, like sometimes every few minutes. I could barely work. I tried all sorts of virus protection updates, debugging, etc. etc. Nothing helped. Please please please hang on just another week.
- There was an extremely loud strange screeching / squealing animal outside the house one night. I quickly shut the front window so it couldn't get in. Then it was around back - slam that door shut. Then it sounded like it was in the front bedroom! It's like it was flying around the house but it sounded like a mammal, not a bird. I was just hoping it wasn't a death omen owl.
- The final send-off was the dead dog (or at least the smell of one) on the beach in the bushes right in front of the house. The stench was tremendous and unbearable.
From the insects I killed (including flies, ants, mosquitoes, roaches, and that giant weird thing), all the things the cats caught and ate (a few tokay lizards, a disemboweled mouse, a sizable bird, crabs, dragon flies eaten alive, and I don't even know what else), a dead chicken on the beach the first few days, then a dead puppy after the big storm, the small dog we nailed with the car on my first night out with the neighbors, the poor dog writhing in the road on my way home from the immigration office yelping because it had just been hit by a car and was half skinned, and last but not least dog culling day (piles of dead dogs on the side of the road including one that seemed to have made its way into the bougainvillea on the beach along with a couple of bloated dogs that ended up in the small waterway near the house).
By the end I was trying to be strong and tell the spirits that they could throw bugs on me, mosquitoes, whatever, but they were not allowed to mess with my computer. I finally just asked them (out loud again) to let me get through this and I'd be out of their way.
It got to where (particularly when the owl monkey lizard whatever was squealing around the house) I felt like I was in a horror movie. I could see each of these things happening in a haunted house movie as the prelude to the big scene. And watching the movie saying "Screw that. I wouldn't' stay in that house after that, what is she thinking?!"
When I finally went to the Buddhist temple after over a month, as soon as I walked into the first meditation hall, I was overwhelmed with peace. It was like getting a spiritual hug. I had not felt good energy in way too long. It brought me to tears. I hadn't realized how bad it had gotten.
I know there are a lot of spirits and demons in Bali, Shoot, they just had a huge festival dedicated to eradicating demons! I seriously don't know how I lasted that long but I'm so incredibly relieved to be out of there. I feel badly because this is a woman's home I'm talking about. But truth be told, she is not happy here and going to try to sell it. I also heard a story that she was in a law-suit with some guy and he poisoned all her cats and dumped them over her wall. I do think she needs to leave. Fast.