Ghostly Intersections 👻

Edinburgh’s Psychic Landscape Part I

I had to be in Edinburgh’s Old Town recently. A brisk walk dodging tourists, up the Royal Mile and veering left down the stairs to Victoria Terrace. Down more steps onto The West Bow, sweeping round to traverse the Grassmarket to my destination on Candlemakers’ Row.

The Royal Mile leading to Victoria Terrace

Each footstep felt gouged out from history – how many lives had I intersected?

Ancient and modern jostle in a stew peculiar to Edinburgh, gothic architecture, shiny worn cobbles, white vans, and designer shops. Voices bouncing off the tall tenements, scrambled through the filter of ages and in content, timeless.

The light is never the same twice. It can be brassy with sun glaring off windows, dank and foggy like a swirled cloak, scoured grey by harsh winds and always there’s the scurry of invisible footsteps at your back. Even on the brightest day, the primal space between shoulder blades can crawl with unease as a dark-mouthed Close yawns for a moment between the buildings.

Citizens smile tolerantly at the Ghost Tour Industry, far too canny to indulge but the cobwebby brush of history is always present and everyone has a story to tell. What do you think is discussed in the whisky bars once politics and sport have been exhausted? You either make peace with the ghosties and ghoulies here, or you leave shaking the dust of history from your mind.

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In years past Edinburgh looked a dark, gloomy and forbidding city. Partly due to the black sooty overlay on the sandstone buildings, donated by centuries of open fires and industry. When I first came to live here though many edifices had been cleaned and new buildings were changing the skyline.

But still in the Old Town it could be challlenging to even see the other side of the street clearly. Like there was an ethereal smoke machine blowing a nebulous fog that repelled clear sight.

I was still in the early days of my ThetaHealing™ practice and learning how to navigate much of the new (and at times intense) super-sensory information I was receiving. Gradually I discovered there was a stew of psychic energy hanging above the cobbles and swirling around the high, crooked tenements.

Composed of centuries of human movement, trauma, intense events and just for fun, sprinklings of geological influences, in Edinburgh’s case the basalt the city is built on … a material which can act like a living tape recording.

Salisbury Crags with the city at its feet.

My passion in the work I do is, for want of a better term, space or place healing. I love lifting, clearing and harmonising energies in a home .. settling the history to bring the space into the here and now (life changing to the inhabitants who suddenly don’t have a sense of unease or heaviness in their home). Cleansing the chaotic residue of previous tenants who waged emotional warfare with each other. Or freeing lingering frequencies .. which are experienced as ghostly imprints.

And Edinburgh has been a masterclass in observing how our human systems react to passing through all this simply by walking down the street and the effect it can have on behaviour .. sometime it used to feel like you’d stepped into a battlefield as unknowingly people were influenced by these energies and could act as if they’d lost their ever-loving minds.

However, the city is far less dense in energies nowadays. We are blessed with a large population of healers and practitioners from every imaginable modality who have all, in their unique ways, contributed to lifting, cleansing, harmonising and transforming miasms, old stuck histories and harmful patterns.

Living here can be chaotic when the timelines collide. Ancient v modern, murky darkness v illuminated thought. Edinburgh will test you, wring you out and revive you, all in the walk through a few streets.

Part 2 of this exploration of Edinburgh’s psychic landscape next week …

Love in all the dimensions

Susan x

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