A few weeks ago, Top4 and I made use of the peeling plaster next to the door to her room and created a little protector companion. (The weapon was her idea.)
Being sensitive, Top4 sometimes needs protection. She hears things or sees things she cannot fathom yet. (I can, so I talk her through it. There is nothing weird about it, in my view. She just picks up a few extra layers of ´reality´ now and then, on frequencies not many people are tuned into.)
The protector was meant to help her in that area, but perhaps it does other things as well. This morning she told me she too, like Top1, had felt the earthquake that hit our region somewhere around 3 AM. (For more details about the where and how and why, click here: Groningen Gas Fields – The Dutch Earthquake Zone)
She wasn’t scared a bit, even though, as she put it, “my bunkbed seemed to tear itself free from the walls”.
Now, I am not scared either. I am, however, a little sad. The way things are going, our house will never sell for a reasonable price. Like many others, we’re trying to get some compensation from the Dutch government and the oil company, but it might take years. Meanwhile, the region is bleeding. There aren’t many jobs, and in order to find work people have to move away. But they can’t, because of their property. (We can’t either, but as we’re self-employed, we do not rely too much on local companies for work.)
Feeling trapped – I wonder what droodle we should come up with to protect ourselves against that.