The Closet Monster Conundrum

Historically, children have been known to possess wild imaginations. They fear the bumps in the dark, the witches under the bed, and the monsters in the closet. Parents write their fears off as overactive imaginations and soothe their fussy children back to sleep, telling them it was just a dream.

But what if those monsters are real?

I was recently contacted by a family to look over their house using remote viewing. The homeowners had lost their previous home to Hurricane Harvey and eventually moved into what they felt was their dream home. But, shortly after moving in they felt something was not quite right.

Shantel and Conrad expressed concerns over not feeling at home in their new dream house. She felt like someone was watching her in the kitchen. The stairway to the upstairs was unnerving. Their 18-month-old daughter was not sleeping at night, and woke several times with night terrors. They heard knocks coming from places they couldn’t identify, smelled smoke where there was no source for the odor, and noticed unintelligible voices throughout the home. This was enough to convince me to at least take a peek.

I asked Shantel to forward me photos of the inside and outside of her home, which she quickly did. After my remote viewing assessment, I promptly responded to her concerns. I told her I felt pretty comfortable throughout her home, but there were a few places that had me rattled, specifically the master bathroom. While there is much more to her story, perhaps in an upcoming book, (with her permission, of course), I’ve chosen to share only the most menacing entity I encountered during a visit to her home.

First off, the house was plopped down in the middle of the woods, as were all the homes in her pristine neighborhood. I let her know that when the land was disturbed, it would be likely that some of the energies associated with that land might have been stirred up and could be causing some of her problems.

As I worked through her photos, I ran across a beautiful bathroom with a very large bathtub. I admitted I was jealous. I’m a total bath girl – the bigger the bath and the more jets in the tub, the better! But, I felt like I was being watched in this space, even though Shantel said this was the one place in the home where she felt safe. However, the closet door in that bathroom was closed, so I could not see into that area from this photo.

I worked my way through all the photos, performed a remote home clearing, where I mentally remote view the home and use energy work to clear a space – a powerful form of clearing, if I do say so myself – until I felt satisfied my work was completed and the home was clear.

Shantel emailed me back a few days later quite pleased with the results. They were sleeping much better, but she shared that they still had a few knocks, bumps and voices in the home, but on a much lesser scale than before. I asked if she would mind a home visit so I could get a close-up look, and I asked permission to bring two of my colleagues with me. They were training to do the kind of work I do, and I felt this would be an amazing opportunity for them to sharpen their proverbial paranormal teeth. Shantel agreed with much enthusiasm.

Once we all arrived at the home and said our hellos, I took Suzanne and Rhys around the home and asked them to point out any areas of concern. I showed them how to locate portals and then close them. They caught on quite quickly with the two small openings we had found. Convinced that they would were far enough along to take on a room by themselves, I turned them loose in the master bedroom and bathroom while I filled the family in on what we had found and cleared in their home. I didn’t particularly expect they would find anything in those two remaining rooms.

A few long minutes later, neither Suzanne nor Rhys had surfaced to let me know that either things were okay in those spaces, or they had cleared them and all was well. Neither happened. I went into check on them.

I entered the bedroom and found no-one. I continued into the master bathroom where I saw the both of them standing there facing the closet. They heard me enter the room and both whipped around, wide-eyed with the look of fear and shock on their faces. They both began at the same time telling me, “We can’t fix it! It won’t leave! We tried, we can’t do it!” Trying to remain calm, I asked them to tell me what happened.

“The closet,” Rhys responded. “We can’t close the portal. And it keeps telling me ‘No!’”

I grabbed my pendulum out of my pocket and asked Spirit to direct me to the portal. Without hesitation, I was sent to the back right corner of the closet.

“Is this it?” I asked of the two of them. They both confirmed with head nods, still wide-eyed. I took at look at the corner and was blown away. The image I saw was picked up by my ability to remote view as well as my physical vision (one superimposed over the other). It was a huge pillar-like structure starting half way up the wall and protruding through the ceiling of the house. It was probably the biggest portal I’ve ever seen.

Standing in front of this opening was what appeared to be half man and half horse, like an enormous centaur. I invited him to leave the home, to which he adamantly refused. I told him that either he was going to leave on his own or he would be removed. Yet he resisted. At that point I lost awareness of Suzanne and Rhys – the conversation was now between me and my hoofed friend.

I had to summon the help of Archangel Michael and whichever of his angelic host he decided would be best suited for this job. While I waited for them to arrive, (I recognize the energy change as angels enter a space), I felt it necessary to hold this beast in place so it didn’t try to run before I could have him removed. He was preventing me from closing this portal and believe me, this portal HAD to be closed!

My angelic host arrived within moments, and I asked them to return this entity to its source. I then closed my eyes to get a better view of what was happening, and I both saw and felt them wrap this resistant being in a warm blanket of love and carry him out through the portal. When I felt it was gone, I mustered every bit of strength I could find and focused on closing the door between our world and theirs. My pendulum, which I use more as a visual aid that the work is being done, was whirring so fast I could hear it humming. It took a number of tries, but I was finally able to close it. I was energetically exhausted.

When I finished, I looked over at Rhys and Suzanne. They looked like they were both in shock. I had to keep from laughing. It’s cute when you introduce folks to the exciting world of spiritual warfare. Their expressions were priceless.

We gathered our wits, made one last check of the entire house to make sure it was clear and filled with light and love, and then rejoined the family. I gave the family instructions on smudging the home at least monthly for the next six months, and then twice a year after that to keep spiritual invaders at bay, and to keep the home spiritually clean.

The next day, Shantel wrote me and asked if we had gotten everything out. She was concerned because there was still a lot of noise, and her husband felt very uncomfortable in that closet. And she couldn’t help but notice the look on Rhys’s face after he came out of the bedroom. (Note to self – have Rhys work on his poker face.) I assured her that this was normal, that there was still work being done in the angelic realm, but things should settle down quite quickly. And they did. I urged Shantel to contact me if anything else happened, and I would come back out to address her concerns, but I have not heard back from her. I’ll take that as “mission accomplished.”

If you believe your home is haunted and you feel helpless to clear it yourself, please contact me. My team and I are available in the Houston area. If you live outside Houston, Texas, I will clear your home without having to be there in person. Please see my Services page for more information.

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