The soothing smell of my Guardian Angel

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Father Peter, could you please bless my home before Gay and her husband arrive?”

“Of course we can, you need to be part of this too so please join me. Is there any place you’d like me to start?”

He followed me to our bedroom, “This is where I’ve felt most of the activity.”

“When you say activity what do you mean?”

“Shadows, whispering, I felt someone touch me.”

We walked into the bedroom and stood in silence for a moment. Father Peter looked thoughtful for a few seconds, and then he walked over to the window and opened it wide. “If we’re chasing the bad air out, let’s give it a place to go.”

He stood at the end of our bed and began to pray. His voice was soothing. I closed my eyes and focused on his words. Warm air circulated in the room, surrounding me, cushioning me in comfort. It felt good. Father Pete’s words ceased and I opened my eyes. Everything was still, I smelled lavender and lily of the valley.

“Do you smell that?” I asked.

Father Peter smiled at me, “I do, is it coming from outside?”

“No I don’t think it is, it smells like it’s coming from you.”

“Do you recognize the smell?”

“Yes, at my Grandma’s house. She wore lily of the valley perfume, and grew lavender in her garden.”

“Maybe she’s your Guardian Angel and she’s watching over you, or maybe you’re summoning up the smell because it makes you feel safe.”

A Good Irish Priest to scare the Daemons away.

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His words floated around me, seeming to come from a long way away. The atmosphere in the room changed. The temperature dropped drastically. Feeling light headed, I clutched the side of the chair, scared I was going to faint. Captain Myers stood up, a concerned look on his face, “Are you feeling alright? Look at me, focus. Sheila, whats going on?”

“Sorry, I feel sick, and a little bit dizzy.”

“Take some deep breaths, concentrate on breathing.”

I tried, but it didn’t seem to help. Captain Myers took the green army blanket from the examination table and put it around my shoulders. He crouched down in front of me and spoke softly, but I wasn’t listening to what he said.

The shadows grew dense and threatening, my vision blurred. The room tilted to one side slowly. I hung on to my chair as though my life depended on it.

“Sheila, you don’t look good. What’s happening?”

The doctor snapped his fingers in front of my face, “Come on, come back to me, snap out of it.”

Evil laughter filled the room…and then it was gone.
The shadows vanished, tears rolled down my cheeks.
There was a tap on the door, “Who is it? I’m with a patient.”

A soft lilting Irish voice answered, “It’s I, Major McCafferty. May I come in?”