Last week I was approached by a fella who had a rather peculiar problem. He told me that he had wanted to have plants and flowers in his house but they always died, even the most hardiest (can survive anything) plants.

His extreme example was that (as a test) he had got some weeds from a neighbours garden and tried to cultivate them in his house, but even they had died.

I asked him whether it might be environmental, maybe his house was just too stuffy or the wrong temperature or something? He replied that his neighbours on both sides had similarly constructed houses and they had no problems.

Having read (all that stuff on sick house syndrome) he had been pushed to me by a friend to have it investigated. Excellent! I am game! And went around to his house the next day to investigate.

I have been doing house energy work of one kind or another for several years, everything from poltergeist investigations to house dowsing and improving the energies of a home. Although this was a new one on me I was sure I had the tools to deal with it.

I arrived at Peters home around 7 on a summers evening and from the outside his house was no different from the others in the street. It was about a third of the way down a 20 house street and his front garden was paved rather that grass. There were no plants in it and my first question to him was, did plants grow okay in his garden? He had never had any.

I observed the threshold etiquette and asked if I could explore the house on my own. Basically the house was a 3 up 2 down semi with an extended kitchen at the back. I stood at the entrance, as Feng Shui people know this is the way that energy normally flows into a home and with dowsing I have confirmed this. For me, this is always a good place to start and I come back to it ask main questions. Here are some preliminary ones I asked:

• Is there something energetically wrong with this house? Yes. (in hindsight this is a stupid question to ask since if there is anything wrong with it, that must also have an energetic impact too, I digress).

• Are there any good energy centers in this house? Yes.
• Any bad ones? Yes

• On my scale of 1 - 10 how strong is the positive energy? 3
• How strong is the negative? 10

• How many positive (good) energy centers are there? 1
• How many bad ones? 1..2..3..4..5...16..17...20...25...30..35...33! Wow. That is a record breaking number of negative energy centers. I had to walk up and down the hall several times to arrive at it and double checked my results by working down from 50.

• Were all of the 10's? No. That was a relief to hear!
• Were more than 50 percent 10's? No. Finally I learned that 25% of them were at a level of 10.

As many who follow their intuition know, the more you follow it the more it kicks in. Investigations like this are no exception. As I interrogate my intuition (so to speak) I find that it starts to nudge me in the right direction. Here is where I was led...

• Were all these negative energy centers linked? No. However most of them were. How many? All but 3 were linked and the ones that weren't were at an energy level less than 5

Although these were all energy centres or indeed pools is another word I use. Was there a source from which all this flowed? As I pondered this at the door, Peter had come back to ask if I wanted tea, I said yes, herbal please and he pottered off. As he did so, I was distracted by a question...

• Is Peter connected in anyway to this energy? Yes.
• Was this why there are no plants growing in the house? Yes

A very interesting piece of information. Some further investigation along these lines revealed that the plants were a minor symptom. Oh dear! Okay! It was time to find this SOURCE. So I braced my quadrupled force-field and followed the rods. They took me half way up stairs and stopped at a truly innocuous spot about 2/3rds of the way up.

Talk about a let down. There I stood on the stairs looking around at, well nothing really. What! I triple confirmed the spot (once coming from the top downwards) and the same conclusion was reached. The source was definitely on the stairs. Fortunately I have been in such conundrums before and discovered a really useful tool to help in such situations. The question goes like this...

• Is there anything nearby that will help me understand (or explain) this answer? If so take me to it?

Often the answer is no. But sometimes I get lucky, this was one of those occasions and I got a Yes. Was there anything that would help me understand what and why the SOURCE was on the stairs. I started at the front door again and followed the rods up the stairs. I had a sinking feeling that they were going to take me to the same spot again but was relieved when I climbed past it.

The rods took me along the landing and stopped or rather pointed inwards to a wall socket. Aha, was this something to do with electricity? No. O! Again! Another place that seemed to have nothing special. I walked into the bedroom behind the wall and tried to continue dowsing but there was nothing there. It was definitely on the other side. I stood by the socket wondering and trying to get my intuition to help out when Peter arrived with the tea.

As I sipped it, I asked him if there had been anything on the landing. He replied, No. Unhelpful I mused. Then after a moment he said, "Unless you mean the steps?" What? He pointed up at the ceiling and I saw a sliding door over what looked to be an entrance to an attic. It was right over the place I had stopped.

Is there anything up there? I asked, and Peter replied that he had only ever been up once and that was when he bought the house, but as far as he could recall, nothing but junk from the previous owner which he hadn't bothered to clear out.

A clue, at last, I thought and asked if we could go up? "Sure" and we slid the panel away and pulled down some ladders. There was a light switch but it didn’t work or the bulb had gone (note to self: include powerful torch in investigation kit).

Fortunately Peter had a half decent torch and I climbed up. The attic room was quite big, filled with cobwebs (eugh! I have a heightened arachnophobic sense), dust of ages and, as Peter said, plenty of junk. Oh and not to forget the low beamed ceiling (ouch). Peter popped his head above the hole and decided that he would stay there because the torch only afforded light for one persons movement.

Okay, this was a new experience. Dowsing in the dark with a flaky torch and junk everywhere. Accompanied by laughter and an occasional warning shout from Peter I was able to navigate further to a point of interest. It was deep in the depths of the attic room. I asked if the area I was stood in afforded some answers? And got an excellent Yes!

I looked about at the boxes and clutter and considered where to start when I got an almighty shiver running through me. It must have been physically visible because Peter called across, "Are you alright?" I was taken aback a bit but nodded. What was that? A sudden realisation of space hit me and I knew that I was stood right above the staircase! A quick look back to the hole in the attic confirmed it. I was right above the place where I had stopped on the stairs!

I asked (the dowsing rods) if this was the negative energy centre? YES! Aha! What a finding. I looked around again and this time the "junk" seemed a lot more interesting. I asked if there were any other power centres in the attic? Yes, lots. I asked if they were to do with the stuff that was up there? No. I asked if there was anything specifically to do with the negative energy up there? YES. It was a cardboard box, It seemed that spirals of negative energy were emanating from it (or the place it was).

It was difficult dowsing in that vertically confined space and I thought to lift the box and take it downstairs when I was "pushed" away from it.

THAT was scary! Nerve wracking and piss in your pants frightening. I scrambled for the exit and almost had to push Peter out of the way to get down the ladder. I walked (really fast) to the front door, Peter in tow, and walked out of it into the bright sunshine. Thank the stars for the long summer evenings.

I hope the above tale has excited your curiosity. Remember this is a true story and nothing in it is fictional. Of course this is only the beginning of this story...there are many questions that are asked and answered in the next instalment. For instance...

• What was in the box in the attic?

• What was the insidious connection with Peter and his past?

• Was it something evil?

• What was the connection with the previous owners of the house?

• And...what the heck had thrown me out of the attic?

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Kal Malik