I had a mixture of emotions wildly churning inside me
that warm, late summer day, but mainly one of
fear. Although not entirely of what, I was to soon
experience, for I was with my mambo and knew that she would always
protect me. And although grand-mere was a woman
fairly small in stature, she feared nothing or no one. No, my
greatest fear of all was, that I might somehow disappoint
her that day. For I would soon be assisting her,
with my first offical space-clearing and blessing,
commonly known today as ghost hunting. And would no doubt
be encountering " The Lady In Blue," as grand-mere had named
her. It was to become one day, that I would always remember
!
We were on our way to an area of New Orleans known as the Irish
Channel, and I could tell by the strong determination in
her stride, that grand-mere meant for us to make it there
on time. It was to be her second visit. But just as we
rounded the corner leading towards the old three story
house, she suddenly pulled me to a stop saying, "
Cher she is more afraid than you ! " Although upon seeing
the stark look of fear on both faces of the couple out on
the front gallery, I wasn't so sure of that, as the warm day
began to feel quite chilly. I felt my knees growing
even shakier as we climbed the steep steps upward !
They quickly handed over the key, asking that she lock-up
when finished. Grand-mere reassured them that after today they
could return home, for their unwanted guest would soon be
gone. And as the old key turned in the door, I
soon found myself standing in a long hall,
that opened up to the large, winding staircase that lead to
the upstairs floors. I stood as though frozen stiff in
one spot, while grand-mere wasting no time at
all, started calling out in french to the
entity, saying that we meant her no harm, and
gently explaining why she could not stay there. But after
getting no reply to that, grand-mere began a low whistle,
a familar tune, and one that I knew quite well. It was her I
mean business tune, and believe me she meant business !
I heard myself gasp, as I looked up at this blue cloud
slowly drifting down towards us, and to my second horror saw the
puddle on the floor collecting around my very wet
shoes. Ashamed and horrified, I found my legs, and took off
running, towards what I thought would be the kitchen, in search of
a mop. Upon realizing that the blue cloud was following me,
and right on my heels, I collasped into a nearby chair.
Grand-mere who always carried a vile of spirits of amonia in
her gri-gri, broke it into a hankerchief, and gave me one
good strong wiff, which soon revived me. She
then lead me outdoors onto a back gallery, where the sun could
dry me off some, then went back inside to finish dealing with
the mischiveous ghost, that had both embarassed and scared me
nearly half to death. I was more than contented to listen to
her, and wait outside !
I wasn't so convinced anymore that " The Lady In Blue " was
more afraid than me, nor that she was even a lady.
After sometime grand-mere came outside laughing, and saying
that the coast was all clear. She also told me that our
ghost had been terribly lonely, having been told by her husband to
wait there, during a fever epidemic in the city. And that upon
learning that they were all there waiting for her in the light, she
was then very happy to leave the home. I went back inside to help
grand-mere finish up with the clearing and blessing, and soon
felt all of my dismay turn into pity, for the many
long years that she had spent there all alone, missing
her family. This blog post is dedicated to " Mambo Mary,
" my maternal grandmother, who was not only a
wonderfully gifted psychic medium, but also a very loving
soul. It is also my way of saying thanks to " The Lady In Blue, "
for my very first up-close and personal experience at the age
of eleven, with a ghost !
Blessings Beaucoup to All, Cecilia
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