When I moved back to The Netherlands, I had the opportunity to live in the house of my late dad’s and my mom’s. As meant to be, she was about to move to a nursing home, when I had decided to return to my home country, so I was able to live there on my own. But saying that I had been living there alone, might not have been the case.

Tension

I always had some trouble with my parents’ house. When I was living in Madrid, Spain I never skipped a visit to my parents, annually even twice or three times, but it was hard to stay for a longer period of time. I loved visiting them, but after a couple of days this horrible tension behind my eyes would come up, and I had a hard time falling asleep.

Once back in The Netherlands, and living in my parents’ house alone, it wasn’t much different – although the tension behind my eyes got less. I still struggled with falling asleep, to relax completely. And you might recognize these things from some of my other blogs, so for the sake of this story: I will keep this part brief, I am just trying to give you some context.

Light Bulbs

For those who didn’t read these other blogs: weird things happened at the house. Light bulbs suddenly started to die, one by one, above the dining table. And the analog clock on the wall – running on batteries – started to stop moving, then resuming again, stopped moving again, and so on. And the weirdest thing was, each time it had moved while I was asleep – pretty much immediately when I had discovered the strange things about the clock, did I not see the hands of the clock actually moving. I just noticed the difference in time in the mornings. Suddenly it was – say – five or seven minutes later than when I got to bed the evening before. But the hands simply didn’t move when I was staring at them. The clock just looked dead to me.

Great-grandma

On top of that my aunt (back then still alive, and allegedly a clairvoyant) told me that my late dad had asked me a favour. So as a response I went through his stuff, stopped intuitively at a family picture, and dug into the energy of my late uncle, who had died when he was only 16 years old. My late great-grandma even showed herself – I was able to feel her energy – and there was a lot of healing and gratefulness involved.

Spiritual House Cleansing

So far these things regarding the house, which I had told before in some of my other blogs. But other things that I have never shared before, concern the following. Because of the insomnia and the energy in the house, I did a little (spiritual) house cleansing myself – which already helped a lot, I started to sleep better. And at some point, after ten months or so, it felt like my time at the house had come to an end, it was simply time to go.

Therefore I decided to ask a shaman to clear the house energetically. Partly because of all the stacked energy in the house, but also to get rid of my own strings to the house. And when I talked to the shaman – an aquaintance of mine – I realised it was also a good way to help my mom getting rid of her energetic baggage, that was connected to the house. To make her lighter so to speak, to let go of all the old energy that wasn’t serving her anymore. And on top of that, I also considered it my gift to the owners to be in a way.

Appointment

They say coincidence doesn’t exist. So it might not have been a coincidence, that when I had this intention of leaving and cleaning the house, my sister texted me that they had some people in mind to show the house to – the house would be put on the market, for sale, any time soon. And this happened literally the day after I made the appointment with the shaman.

Session

The house cleansing was an emotional experience to me. We basically cleansed the house together, the shaman and I, because she had the idea that I was part of it as well. My energy must have been involved too, simply because I had moved into my parents’ house, of all places.

Apart from the general house cleansing, it also felt like a session between my mom and myself – back then my mom was still alive, living in the nursery home. It was insightful, cleansing, healing and loving at the same time. We cleaned the house energetically, consequently got rid of some of my mom’s energetic baggage, and I had a little bit of a family constellation with my mom myself. And yes, I cried a lot during the session.

Beautiful Part

One of the potential buyers was a second cousin of my brother-in-law’s. And finally she was the one – together with her boyfriend – to buy the house. So everybody happy. And the beautiful part was that she got pregnant with her first child quite immediately. How wonderful was that, right? My dad had passed away two years before, right there in the house. And now there was suddenly new life on the horizon – a lovely Soul was about to be born and to live in that same house.

Stuffed Animal

So after six months or so, after the announcement of the pregnancy, the second cousin of my brother-in-law’s gave birth to a beautiful boy. Blessed with a mix of roots, like the most common thing in my family – and apparently theirs. And it got even more beautiful, or at least lovely in the eyes of the beholder – as I am speaking of myself right now. Last Friday I had dinner with my sister, whose husband is the relevant brother-in-law. She showed me a picture of the little boy and one of his stuffed animals: a little monkey. She and my brother-in-law had visited their second cousin, and the latter asked her little son to share the name of his favorite stuffed animal. In a shy way he responded: “Monkey Nono.” Nono, the way my dad was called in Indonesia, and by relatives. Needless to say, a big smile appeared on my face, and my heart was filled with love and tender. Awww, my good old dad.

Drawn

According to my sister the parents had no idea about the name of this stuffed animal. And why their son had called it ‘Nono’. But when one of the aunties got wind of it, she told the little boy’s mother: “Well, it might not be a surprise at all. Cause who had lived here before? Uncle Nono.” They just had no idea, because they thought he was called differently: Christoffel – or even short: Chris – the way he was called by most of the people in The Netherlands.

Guess back then the house was cleansed and filled with light & new energy indeed. But the spirits who feel drawn to come back again, will always be welcome. Because they are drawn by love. Like my dad Nono.