16/12/2025
It was an interesting flow day today. I met Nadia in town for our regular Tuesday coffee meetup. Walking down the high-street, I saw a homeless couple, and I thought I would give her my saved-up, full Kneaded coffee card so they could have a decent coffee. I stopped and rooted around in my bag and then remembered that I had taken them out before my trip to Spain.
I promised I would bring her something on the way back up.
Nadia and I had our drinks and chat, and then she pulled out a plastic shopping card she had received as a birthday present, with a tenner on it, but she wanted to gift it to someone homeless. I knew just the person! I had not mentioned my faux pas with the homeless couple, but someone 'Upstairs' knew.
We wandered back uptown, and the woman was sitting on the street bench talking to a couple of police officers. We interrupted, pretending we knew her well, and Nadia gave her the card, for which she received a hug from the very grateful woman.
We then heard the woman's life story and, boy, had she had it hard. But she wasn't feeling sorry for herself. Instead, she was proud of the actions she had taken when she was fourteen years old and living with an abusive father. She reported his violent, abusive behaviour and freed her family from his tyranny.
But the effects of that abuse were apparent in her. She freed her family physically, but she still bore the emotional/mental scars of years of abuse.
We said goodbye to her and wandered on up the high street until we came to Hammond's Passage. This is a narrow walkway between two buildings. On impulse, we turned into the passage, but after only a meter in, I felt slightly dizzy. Nadia then turned to me and said, 'I feel a bit spinny here.' It wasn't just me then.
We tuned in, and I was feeling that a man had been killed here. Nadia then said, 'I feel like someone was murdered here.' Again, we were both picking up the same energy. There did not seem to be a soul here, but rather the residual energy of a traumatic event.
The energy was so thick that it was quite difficult to pick up information. But we managed to see a timing of the event. I saw a horse-drawn carriage moving up the highstreet and it felt Victorian. We also had images of the man who was killed. In his late fifties, with a beard like Uncle Albert in Only Fools and Horses, he was not rich but more an average man who might have frequented a pub.
We walked up and down the passage trying to pick up more information but it was simply a black bubble of trauma. We talked about what we needed to do. Nadia felt we should create a gateway for the energies to leave, so with that in mind, we allowed our higher selves to suggest a solution.
What came in was a stream, a narrow river, that ran beneath the passage from the High Street. We visualised this river, and the flow of it shifted the energy, carrying it away. In all the years I have done this clearing work, this was the first time a river had been used to clear a space.
Later in the afternoon, I took Dad to his doctor's appointment, and I was reading a Kindle book by one of Seth's New York students. The appointment was taking time, and I was starting to feel tired. Christmas music was playing in the waiting room and as I began reading a new chapter called: Sleigh Bells Ring, a song came on the radio which made me stop and listen. It was 'Sleigh Bells Ring'.
We were definitely in the flow today!