The Burwell House Mystery Part 20
Still reeling from the paranormal incident that sucked Linda into the creek, I wondered why the cross stood tall and proud in the waters. Why was the golden color back for another visit? I know the cross symbolizes "Truth" and capital "T" is for Truth. The cross depicts hardship and pain that can be transformed into something bigger than ourselves. Quantum physics teaches that light and truth will always win out. In my studies it was shown that if two energies exist in one space, loving and dark, and the positive power of intention is given, the light will overcome the darkness. We knew that with loving intention and asking for the higher good, we were protected. I trusted we would learn all we needed to, so that this city, this young girl, this town, Tom and Louis and the Burwell House, could be back to normal again.
Covering our ears, the whole crowd heard the most repugnant sound. It was a high pitch squeal that was deafening. The cross that stood tall just a moment ago had vanished as well as the beautiful golden orb. Now in it's absence, we could see a dark figure hovering the entire length of the creek. A sick feeling came over all of us as this energy permeated the waters. Now the banks that were filled with many town folk, became a horrible spectacle as they were all throwing up. I knew that the evil that lurked, needed to be stopped. I screamed to the group, "Please repeat the transmutation prayer, each line as I say it, right after me. Don't stop as we need to build light and love around this entity. Keep yourselves in this circle holding hands as the healing circle will dispense the darkness."
Courtney prayed the St Germaine, violet flame prayer as we all held hands as instructed. "Beloved I am present bright, round me seal your tube of light, from ascended masters flame, calling forth now in God's own name. Let it keep my temple free from all escorts sent to me. I'm calling forth violet fires to blaze and transmute all desires, Keeping on in freedom's name till I am one with the violet flame.
We began hearing a child's voice. The girl said, "Help Me, your almost done. Don't give up. I see the black changing." "Child, what is your name? We are all here to free you, we won't give up." In the background, Ron's voice could be heard continuing the prayer as I spoke to the little girl.
The scene outside the Burwell House transformed and it was as if we had walked back in time. The Burwell mansion was the color white as it was back in the historical societies records in the 1800's. The young girl was in a white dress from the victorian era with the same gold colored ribbon around her neck as I saw that day in my college house. "I knew you would pay attention to my visits and come help free me." In a muffled voice that trailed off, she said, "I'm Mary."
© 2011 Laura Rogers