I moved to my current house two years ago. It's described as a cottage and on seeing the photo in the newspaper, immediately fell in love with it and knew I had to live there. Within a few hours I was viewing the property and the second I entered the door I felt I had come home. In all my years of looking round houses, I have never felt this strong feeling before. The house and the large garden were amazing and pretty much there and then the woman said it was mine as she wanted it go to someone who would love it. There was one other offer in and he wanted to buy it and rent it out.
On returning to my place (I can't call it home as it had never felt like it) I phoned the estate agent and put an offer in, which was accepted and that's how I ended up in Healing - great name for a village!
I feel it was so meant to be. I had tried on three other occasions to move to this village but on each occasion my offers had been rejected or something had happened to stop me. Now I was in and do you know, I will never leave here. I feel I am here until my last breath.
Everyone who visits the house says what a lovely relaxing, loving feeling it has. And when I moved in I had a previous occupant visit me. From day one I kept smelling tobacco smoke in the front room. I kept opening cupboards and smelling inside, thinking it was the last owners and couldn't find anything. Then I had a notion it was someone spirit. One day while off work ill, I was laying on the sofa dozing when the smell came again and I got the impression of man with a beard in my head.
A couple of weeks later my sister came to visit. Now my sister has the gift but chooses to ignore it, as at times she has scared herself with what she can see and hear. She says it's like watching a movie and the sounds and smells are so real.
That night while she was sat in the armchair, for some reason I asked her whether she could feel anything. She pipes up "What the old man with the beard standing in the corner". She then proceeded to have a dialogue with him and some other people until five am. They were so happy it seems to talk to me. It seems the chap with the cigarette smoke was a previous occupant called Bert (which I have had clarified) and he'd been wanting to say hello since I moved in. My sister also told me other things that had happened in the house, that she could not have known to do with my daily chores. It seems Bert finds it amusing when I go to the wheelie bin and the lid falls on my head and I curse - something my sister has never witnessed me do.
I've never smelt the smoke again, I suppose Bert is content that he said hello and every now and again I'll talk to him - how daft am I?!
The contact with the others I'll save for another time, because that conversation was really intriguing and connected at the time with a project I had just started working on, which my sister knew nothing about.
For weeks after my sister regularly kept seeing people and getting messages and then she stopped. I don't push it with her. She feels she's not ready to use it properly yet and as I said was overwhelmed by what she saw - especially the night a soldier from the 1st WW turned up and she smelt the smells of the battlefield, which made her ill. But that's for another time...
How are you drawn to where you lived? Two separate psychics confirmed my house had been chosen for me and that I will never leave - I don't want to leave, as I've finally found home.
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