The address is 216 W. Church Street. The last public record of this house says that it sold for $500 in 2004.
Something is up with this lot. This is just off the main square. There are several businesses nearby, along with churches. Why would this remain vacant? It has been so for a long time, judging by the grass that has grown up, obliterating any sight of the foundation.
I decided to proceed cautiously, and stay on the paved areas.
At this point my husband called to me to tell me that the neighborhood cat (a white one) who was visiting with him started shaking when he noticed where I was, so perhaps there was something there that I’d not noticed.
I left a gift there, something small that I had brought with me, just in case.
It reminds me of when I was in England many years ago and went walking through a sheep pasture to get to some Roman ruins. Nothing on the sign at the road indicated that it wasn’t just any set of ruins, but a temple to Mithras. The temple was not intact by any stretch of the imagination. There was the outline of a foundation, and the walls were about a foot high. The entire area was maybe 8 feet wide by 16 feet deep. I could see that there was some elevated area towards the back.
There was a metal sign near the foundation telling me that this was dedicated to Mithras, and a bit about who this was. Mithras was a Zoroastrian name for God, before the idea of God had come to that area (Persia). The Magi were Zoroastrian priests. His feast day is December 25th. The Roman soldiers respected Mithras because he defeated the forces of darkness and was a warrior. There are several ruins of temples to Mithras all along Hadrian’s wall.
I knew, deep within my bones, that I needed to take very little into that small area – certainly not a purse. But I also knew that I needed to take a coin, and I fortunately had a copper penny with me. Copper is a good gift, especially if it is shiny.
When I reached the back of the temple I found that there was a small altar there, and it was covered in coins and tiny wildflowers. I paused and left my offering. I found out later that this was a replica altar – the real one was in a museum in Newcastle. What is amusing to me is that the site itself is far more meaningful than the altar. The altar, without the site, is an empty symbol.
Some places are like this, where we have to leave something there as an offering, or a gift, or an appeasement. We have to take nothing else in so that nothing can attach to it. Usually, the thing that you take in is something small, something found that day and acquired cheaply. It is wise to take precautions and be mindful before going into certain areas that have been charged up with energy.
(photos taken November 2015 in Lewisburg, TN)
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