Perfection - A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal
by Julie Metz
...I wrote to Eliana. She didn't think I was crazy. She said there were
people I could find to help with this kind of "energy" problem. I lived
in Park Slope - not California but still a New Age mecca; there had to
be someone here who wouldn't laugh at me.
When I sheepishly mentioned my predicament to a neighborhood
friend, she told me, to my surprise, that she'd once hired a woman to
visit her house for what was termed a "spiritual cleansing." She e-mailed
me the contact information. A week later a sprite of a woman appeared
at my door. She said that before she became a spiritual healer she'd
been an attorney. With thoughtful, no-nonsense movements, she filled
a spray bottle with kitchen tap water, chanted prayers, and then walked
through the apartment spraying water here and there, whispering more
quiet prayers. "He was here," she remarked calmly as she peered into
the corners of the living room, as if confirming that Henry [my
deceased husband] was no longer huddled behind the couch. "It's not
good when they linger. He needed help moving on."
Yes, yes, move on, please move on.
"Now you will find that this home will feel refreshed and you will work
well here," she said. We hugged. She thanked me as she accepted my
check and left. I wasn't sure what had happened, but as I watched her
walk down the stairs of my front stoop, I felt better already.
January 8, 2007, passed peacefully. I had found happiness and
productivity in our new home. I purchased a Yahrzeit memorial candle
from the grocery store; Liza and I had a quiet moment together. I
hoped that if Henry dropped in for a visit from his astral plane, he
would observe our family life and leave us in peace....