I stumbled out of my kids’ room half asleep. My eyes strained to open just enough to avoid collisions with a doorway or chair. It was the third time that night that I had had to carry my youngest back to his bed.
He’d been sick for several months with some pretty nasty stuff. Nothing any parents wants to deal with and definitely exhausting to the point of general bad temper throughout the house.
My jaw clenched tight, and the muscles of my face pulled the rest of my body forward, desperate to find a pillow to nuzzle.
Just as I stepped across the threshold of our bedroom, the terrifying sound of scratching stopped me in my tracks. It sounded fierce and persistent; as if some animal had found its way into our attic and was trying to dig through the ceiling to the floor below.
Flashes of horror movies and invasive, giant insects flashed before my eyes, but mostly, I was really pissed off. I just wanted some well-deserved sleep, yet noisy, needy creatures were blocking me at every turn.
My trusty husband, jumped up. “There’s something in the attic,” he said. “I’ll go investigate,” and off he went to find a flash light and shoes and make a plan for what to do next. All very reasonable and sensible.
However, I wanted this creature cleared out of my space, and I wanted it out now. There was a growing feeling that this intrusion was a threat to more than just my rest, the well being of my family was also at stake. I needed to protect my household, but how could I get this animal to leave?
I stood helpless, facing the continuous scratching sound when a voice whispered, “Use the Source.”
I closed my eyes. With all the anger and passion I could muster, I stood my ground. This was my house G*d damn it! Feet solid, my soul dug deep into the bowels of the Earth to harness the power of fire and burning rage. The heat of this energy flowed into the soles of my feet up my legs, all the way to my belly; glowing like molten lava.
My heart, chest, and arms opened wide to the glory of the Universe above me. I called upon the Holy Spirit and Angels to bring purity to my home; to grant me the power to clear away anything dark or sinister blocking peace in body and mind.
A smile crept across my face as a bright light entered the top of my head and moved down to mix with the churning fury in my stomach. I felt giant, sparkling, fairy wings (or bat wings) flexing and expanding from my spine out past my finger tips. There was magic in combining these elements.
Power, Hope, and Faith coursed through my veins, working my system into an ecstatic state. The moment this power reached my hands, my arms snapped together, and I clapped one, high vibration clap that resonated through the house with an echoing BANG! BANG BANG Bang …
“What the hell was that?” my husband asked as he rushed back in the room, shoes on feet and flashlight in hand.
“I was clearing space,” I replied, feeling the energy drain out of me back to Earth and Sky. “I think it’s gone now. I’m going to sleep.” I climbed into bed and began drifting off to dreamland.
“Well, I’m going up to check it out,” he said as he left the room.
In my slumbered state, I heard him pull down the squeaky steps leading to the attic, and stomp, stomp, stomp until he reached the area above our bedroom. He spoke through the ceiling, “There’s a dead bat up here.”
Goose bumps appeared on my skin as I stared at my hands like they were a dangerous weapon. I had just wanted the creature to leave me in peace so I could rest, not to rest in peace. I had hoped that the clap would scare it off the way I believed clapping would scare off copperheads when I’m hiking by a creek. I hadn’t meant to kill the thing.
Yet, I killed a bat with my bare hands.
For the next few days, I was jumpy and a bit terrified by the power I had wielded. Images of an ancient High Priestess standing on a mountain top as enemy troops come rushing in. All she has to do is call upon the power of heaven and earth, and with a single clap, knock all the invaders dead in their tracks.
My guilt was finally absolved when a neighbor told me that a bat had gotten into their house a month earlier and the entire family had to go through a painful series of rabies vaccinations that put them back $4000 a pop.
Never underestimate the power of a mama protecting her young. Especially if she’s sleep deprived, grumpy, and has a flare for the dramatic.
You have been warned.
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“I write to open up space for my heart and head to tumble, stumble, bounce, and roll. I write to explore the magic of our world and the power of words. I write to expose the tragic truth of life as well as the authentic abundance and joy. The stories are meant to inspire all of us facing the challenge of knowing and honoring our authentic self in a world of commands and demands.” – Jessica Sabatini