Personal Childhood And Past Trauma Stories:
A New Meaning To Neighborhood Watch
It’s 2021
I’ve been doing deep timeline healing work for a few years at this point— but this year, the work gets extreme. Bombs. 5G towers. COVID. And so many clean-up healings through timelines, dimensions, energetic systems.
Kate and I are on the phone every day now, working together across realities— plus the sessions I’m doing on my own that ripple out and heal entire events.
In the middle of all of this, I’m looking for a new apartment. I find a place on Zillow, but apartments and houses are going fast. It’s gone almost immediately.
Then—about a week later— it shows up again. So I reach out right away, even though it’s close to 11 p.m.
The realtor replies. They’re working for a “private owner.” They schedule a time for me to view and sign.
When I meet my new landlord, the whole conversation feels... strange. Odd phrases. Weird tone. Stuff like: “You need to make sure you talk to your neighbors. If they don’t like you, I’ll have to ask you to leave.” Or: “You must always put your trashcan behind the house, or the neighbors will be upset.”
Thing is— I’m not on the end unit. To put my trash behind the house, I’d have to walk a pretty long way just to not upset anyone.
Behind my home, two white vans with no windows are parked 24/7. One of them leaves sometimes. The other? Always stays.
The apartment next to me is labeled “vacant”— but people are constantly going in and out, through the back.
There’s a Ring camera on that apartment. It shares my porch.
The neighbors start calling my kids by their old names— names they haven’t used since before they changed them. Names these people shouldn't know.
And there’s more. Too much to fit in one story.
After a major healing Kate and I did for Ukraine and for our friend Gerylin, something shifts. The white vans? Gone. All at once.
Eight neighbors moved out at the same time.
And the surveillance? Severely lessened. Like the whole structure that was watching me just... backed off.
I can't fit it all in a single post. Too many layers. Too many threads. But I know what I lived. And I know what I helped shift.
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