BernetteLondon Vacation
For most of us, it’s meant to be a time of ease, relaxation and depending on where you are, sightseeing and shopping. That’s what London over the first days of Thanksgiving break were meant to be. However, as you’ll see we wound up with quite an otherworldly London vacation.
Our original plans of a family vacation were waylaid when our son was injured in PE (gym) class at school. I was finally in my seat at my desk to finalize a few more sightseeing events after procrastinating or simply prioritizing other things that needed done. But it was Monday morning and we were leaving on Friday. My phone rang at 8:38am, not even a full hour into the school day. The nurse introduced herself and a hundred scenarios ran through my overactive brain.
While playing a combo basketball, football, and soccer game he had been aggressively elbowed and landed on his knee the wrong way. A visit to urgent care, the orthopedic doctor, and an x-ray later he was in a brace and crutches. We waited as long as possible to decide whether the trip was something we would reschedule, half of us go on, or all of us go on. The original plans included a trip to London before hopping on the Eurostar to Paris.
Of course both legs were to be filled with seeing all the main sights and enjoying the city on foot, whenever possible.
D-Day
On Thursday afternoon when his knee hadn’t improved and he still couldn’t put his leg down, my husband and I had a talk with my son.
Oh, I should add that this trip had been rescheduled. It was originally planned with an additional leg to Amsterdam in June 2020. If you weren’t living in an isolated cave on a remote island, you already know why that trip didn’t happen. It was supposed to be partly to celebrate our daughter’s high school graduation and 18th birthday. So finally four years later we had tickets, Airbnbs and passports ready. And we had a son who couldn’t walk without crutches.
The Trip
We made the difficult but sensible decision to make it a girl’s trip. The guys will take another trip where they bond over football (soccer). Those two will have a blast!
Once in London, we were in for a few surprises. We had booked an Airbnb in Nottinghill—yes, the same name as the movie. It had three bedrooms and the necessities. The photos were decent, and we could walk to restaurants. As we drove down the nearby streets, I was excited at how cute it was. Neighborhood restaurants lined the streets, and despite the gray skies, folks were out and about.
The cab continued until it pulled in front of a brown stone complex that reminded me of what I can only describe as the projects. Surely, it wasn’t. The listing said it was a Nottinghill flat.
After finally figuring out how to get into the complex while lugging our suitcases and bags we realized there was no elevator to the unit. Did I mention each of our suitcases had weighed in at exactly 50 pounds! I jokingly told my daughter I’d been training for this. I carried the suitcases up the one and a half flights of stairs, one at a time.
Making the Best of the Reality
The fob wasn’t necessary as the door didn’t lock to begin with. We pulled it open and rolled our stuff down the hall until we stood in front of our flat.
I unlocked the door and swung it open, to reveal three closed doors and a staircase. We looked at each other, confused, before stepping up and over the large threshold and into the entryway.
Turning the first knob we discovered the half bath. The other two were bedrooms. Down the winding stairs we found the main bedroom, full bath, living room, kitchen and dining area. It was all there, and all a bit odd. I still felt like we had booked an expensive stay in the projects. But we were in London! And after getting in our rooms (mine had no dresser or closet), we decided to walk out and grab dinner.
We huddled under the umbrella and strolled down the street at four pm under a sky that looked like it was nine in the evening.
We enjoyed authentic Italian food at a local restaurant. It was both delicious and plentiful. We opted for a multi-course meal that included an assortment of appetizers and bread followed by a main course, dessert, coffee, and a special drink.
It’s a Vibe
After having them pack up the leftovers because there was no way we were finishing all of that food, we walked around and took in the feel. An interesting feel. Not at all cozy, inviting or warm while we were there. Now, we try to keep a positive neutral look and were generally met with blank stares. People would bump us and keep going. Perhaps folks were in a mood? Christmas stress? Frustrated by tourists and endless traffic? I could try to guess, but it would be just that, a guess.
When we finally got back in for the night , it was hard to get comfortable. I had my evening coffee, some leftovers, and watched one of my binge shows.
Specifics about the Airbnb, we will save for the review, but it wasn’t what they sold it to be!
The bed was comfortable enough, though. Still, I was restless, and the wind was blowing hard. Something hit the window, and there were sounds of kids walking around upstairs late into the night. In the early hours of the morning, my daughter ran into the room to sleep with me. She didn’t explain why then, but we were both tired.
In the morning the window knocking woke me up. The wind was still blowing so I assumed it was the wind, until we were up and my daughter told me why she had come in.
That was the next surprise that would be just the start of a wild woo woo ride.
The Otherworldly London Vacation Experience
Kids at Play
This place has some stuff going on. “You came in last night to say good night and then you touched my face with your hand and took my phone out of my hand.”
This is exactly the kind of thing I would do. Only thing is, I hadn’t. She opened her eyes to look at me, but it was another woman there. A benevolent motherly woman so my daughter decided to let it go and pull the covers up and try to sleep.
And that was just the beginning. The children I thought I had heard upstairs had actually been playing around in the room my daughter slept in. They were having fun messing with her. As my daughter later said they were being bad. My initial reaction before realizing what we were dealing with was to banish them, cuz, obviously!
Then it came to me. I sensed the woman on the stairs and realized those were her kids. She was apologetic and asked if she could take the kids and stay in the room we weren’t using. She said they were in trouble and wouldn’t be any bother. Oh and my daughter’s cell phone was all the way on the dresser, where she couldn’t have put it herself. When they start crossing the dimensional divide, we have problems. Stay in your zone.
A Family Affair
But the moment they were gone we sensed other energies. There was an older woman knitting in the corner of my daughter’s room. An older man huddled in the corner of my room. He didn’t want to leave because it was cold outside, she wanted to finish her knitting. I wanted to roll my eyes. They were harmless but I still didn’t want them in our rooms. We figured out they were a family and that one member, trying to stay unknown, was the reason they were all there and stuck.
First step, seal the flat and create a border. Then I sent grandpa down to the room with his daughter and grandkids. Grandma just wanted to sit in this old chair that was in the living room and knit. Fine. And that’s what she was doing every time I walked past from the rest of that evening through the morning. Yeah, a little awkward but nothing compared to when we came back from dinner that night.
Speaking of dinner, we’re still on vacation here. We’d been out a good part of the day seeing the sights, like Buckingham Palace, finding a red telephone booth, checking out Big Ben. After all of that we had find some spots along the way to eat.
Grandma’s House Party
Some folks just can’t keep stuff to themselves. And what good is a border if someone inside lets them in!? Coming back from dinner we stepped in the door and could both feel it. We weren’t alone and it wasn’t just the family. Someone was sitting on my bed, a kind older woman. She asked if I could help her go home. I told her I was there on vacation and really didn’t want to be doing this.
She asked again, begging. I asked how she knew and got there. That Grandma. I said fine, go downstairs with Grandma. Then another showed themself in my daughter’s room and I had him go down. Each time we discovered one or two there were more waiting sheepishly. Then we felt them at the windows and doors. I told them to wait downstairs.
My daughter helped me check their energies. All these stuck souls wanting a way out. It was sad. The family who had been there to dozens more. All told there were 54 spirits inside wanting help to transition. I told them they had to wait for me to prepare myself and they did. But as they did, more gathered outside. They were on the deck and outside the window looking in and asking for help. I told them as long as they were there and in the sound of my voice they would get help too.
So Many In Need
After checking for the numbers out there and getting 150 or so I felt overwhelmed and stopped counting. I also felt a little anxious because I knew that where we were was drawing attention. Did I want that? I had done a border and asked for protection but only had my pendulum. I used what I had to clear the space and that night we slept much better. What a relief. But it wasn’t done yet. And I learned a powerful lesson.
We had drawn attention. And not the good kind. The following morning while waiting on a ride an unstable man approached us and asked where we were from in the states. We said. And then he starts talking but it’s not clear and though it’s English it’s with a thick accent and fast and then it’s something else. Moments later he looks up and lets out this strange sound like a yell and then something else before nodding and walking away.
What had that been? A prayer to the darkness? Marking us? Rantings of a deranged man? All of the above? I can’t tell you for sure but I do believe that morning was connected to that evening and something we had never experienced and never want to again.
There is Darkness
My daughter has no interest in the gift of spiritual sight as it has been more of a burden than blessing in her life. However, that night we needed it and I couldn’t have done it without her. We needed each other to get through it. Each other and our guards and helpers.
I don’t do scary movies with ghosts and demons because that stuff is too real and if I watch it I open myself and my home up. I can’t do it. I don’t even want to hear or read the stories for the same reason.
Monday morning we headed over to the Tower of London where they kept and tortured prisoners, the Crown Jewels, and do ceremonies. I am a little suspect of the energy in this place as well and what may have left there with us.
My daughter and I went out for dinner and to a musical (Tina). When we got back to the flat it was after 11 and it was casual enough. We were still riding high on Tina.
My daughter wanted to tell me something and I went and sat on her bed and soon we were talking. I shared some information I had never shared with my daughter about our abilities with a warning about the dark side. Perhaps I made “them” mad. Then the sound outside began on the window. “I thought we closed it up.” This stuff was stronger, sneaky, and dark.
The Shift and Prayer
The energy shifted and we could sense energies in the flat. I redid the border, called on our helpers to seal all the ways they could get in and to take them out. But!!! It took more help. We were literally casting demons out of that space and when I felt a dark spirit come behind me and was too scared to turn around but my daughter said it was evil that I prayed the prayer of protection and issued commands with the power and authority that Jesus had.
I don’t pray in Jesus name, but the power and authority level is what I want and through the source. I didn’t want any of that mess anywhere around and we called in the guards. Our helpers got rid of them. Most of these demonic energies were burned to nothing and their ashes taken and the others taken away. Guards were posted inside and outside of the flat at doors and windows and throughout.
We could finally feel the evil had been cleared and felt safe enough to sleep. By then it was nearly 3 am and checkout was 10am. We both started packing that night and were out before the clock showed 10.
Even with all the otherworldly activity, we managed to stay grounded and enjoy the experience outside of the Airbnb. We visited the sights, shopped, and even caught the Tina (Turner) musical show. That was one heck of a show. The woman who played Tina was absolutely frigging amazing and could turn around and play her in a movie without a blink. And her voice!!!! She slayed me from the stage!
Lessons from London
The big lessons were to not let just anybody speak over you and if it happens cancel it out energetically, even if it’s been time that’s passed.
Clear and pray over a space before laying down your head.
Spaces have energy and vibration and we were indeed staying in a place of lower vibration. When we got the Uber to the train I finally Googled if the place we stayed was public housing. Indeed it is. Now, public housing isn’t necessarily bad. It’s a place that helps many families. If people there are hurting, struggling or depressed, especially collectively it will impact the collective energy of a place.
When you have a lot of that energy in one space it will attract more of that as well as the disembodied energies that feed on hurt, pain, depression and desperation. Think of it like energy vampires feeding on that and going to where they know they will be fed.
This experience made me more aware of how the dark side can show up in unexpected ways and situations and how they want to extinguish light when possible.
Be ready and prayed up. Stay protected and connected with your spiritual help. This isn’t to tell you how or what that means for you, only to stay protected. I told my husband that the place needed the full clearing and protection works. Salt, crystals, sage even.
Being a Medium and Spirit Communicator
As a medium and spirit communicator dealing with the darkness is NOT what I like to do. In fact, I strongly dislike it.
I don’t mind helping folks move on (when I’m not in vacation mode) and chatting with loved ones, guides and helpers. Isn’t that enough?
We happily rolled out of London towards Paris where we stayed at a lovely Airbnb in a great neighborhood with lots of places to eat just around the corner. The energy is good, the people pretty friendly and it just feels vibrant. We definitely booked the wrong place in London, but at least I could help a couple hundred souls move on and get rid of some of the darkness in that area. Maybe the naked man wearing only socks screaming outside won’t happen there again either.
Have you traveled somewhere and encountered extra guests? How did you deal with it? Remember, I don’t want the ghost story. Lol.
A special thanks to my best girl and my daughter, Carolann for some of the photos and video used in this blog post.
I’m a wife, mom, and creative who also happens to be a spirit communicator, medium, intuitive, and healer. I love traveling and musicals.
