Ms.Barbara

12/27/2025

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12/27/2025

You may have noticed this weeks posts were all about protecting your energy—how not to absorb it, carry it home, or let it stick. And that was intentional.

Holidays mean family, friends… and people we didn’t exactly pick for our soul circle. Some are negative. Some are heavy. We love them—but they’re operating at a lower vibration, and that can drain you fast.

So we practice energy hygiene.
Shield up. Deflect. Stay clean.

My hope is that this week helped you move through gatherings without losing yourself in other people’s moods.

Because, as Thorn says:
“I don’t like a lot of people I love.”

And honestly? Same.

12/27/2025

Energy sticks to us like a bad smell on your favourite jacket and clothes .

You walk into a place that reeks of smoke. You walk out and think, “Why do I smell like I’ve been chain-smoking with strangers?”
You didn’t ask for it. You didn’t consent. But here you are smelling like an ashtray !

Energy works the exact same way.

You don’t have to believe in it — your body already does.
You hang around someone cranky, dramatic, or emotionally leaking everywhere, and suddenly you’re tired, cranky, and questioning your life choices.

That’s not a mood swing. That’s energy transfer.

And just like smoke…
If you don’t air yourself out, clear yoursef reset yourself it lingers.

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12/26/2025

Making a hundred friends is not a miracle. The Miracle is to make a Single Friend who will stand by your side even when hundreds are against you.

12/26/2025

Ohhh my old house said “you think that’s all I’ve got? Hauntings ghost, serial killers well let me reveal more for you
So here’s the latest episode of Living in One of the Most Haunted Houses in Strathroy:

We recently had a kitchen flood. Under Very weird circumstances
Which turned into ripping out floors.
Which turned into water running downstairs. Which turned into pulling down an old basement ceiling.

And when that ceiling came down… BOOM There it was SURPRISE SURPRISE A full-on vintage ju**ie time capsule hidden above our heads.

Dozens and dozens and dozens of old heroin/speed needles—rusted, ancient, screaming 1960s 70s bad decisions—all carefully stashed like someone thought, “No one will ever look in the ceiling.” Empty bags viles notes with weird crazied messages hand written clearly by someone not thinking right
These weren’t random. Someone in this house was a serious drug user back in the day and went to great lengths to hide it. Those secrets sat quietly for decades until the house finally went, “Okay im revealing this today.”
Insurance took one look and said HAZMAT, thank God
Meanwhile I’m standing there like, “not Cool … so my haunted 1890s house also used to be a secret drug den.”
You buy an old house for the charm.
You stay for the unsolicited historical trauma reveal.
At this point nothing shocks me:
Flood? Ghosts? Hidden needle stash?
Honestly I’m just waiting for the house to hand me a diary next and whisper, “Since we’re sharing now…”

Old houses don’t just creak.
They confess. AI image for dramatic effect

12/26/2025

Your spirit guides communicate through your phone