Once upon a time, there was a house I was asked to value for rental . So I went along to have a gander round on my way in to work one morning. Keys were in the lock and virtually upon the door swinging open I could sense dense energy. It enveloped me immediately, on taking my first tentative step inside it was decided that the door was going to remain open. It was a small and damp stone cottage so only four paces spread between me and the internal door into the back kitchen. With each step the darkness became denser, more sinister, more tangible and more frightening. I was shit scared- Pluto- and my hairs on my neck told me so. When in the kitchen my gut had screamed get out, I could see an old door which was separating the stairwell from the kitchen. When I reached it it became apparent that I would not be able to open it. I felt strongly that someone had died by hanging themselves on the stairs. My fingers just knew not to do it, my higher self now likens this to the myth of Pandora and do not open her box for any reason, ever. I exited fast and continued on my way to my office.

After gathering myself with a cup of tea it was decided that we would return to the place of darkness previously described with a staff member, a fellow Scorpio.

On arriving all was quiet, she did not feel what I had described, she didn’t feel it as her energy mixed with mine diluted it, whatever it was and it remained hidden- Pluto.

I wondered how we would rent this house, who would want to live in it? Even when it had been treated for woodworm and dry rot- Pluto- I thought it would be difficult. As it turned out it didn’t take long, my Scorpio employee had done the viewing and a retired university lecturer took the tenancy, I only met him once when he came to sign his tenancy, He wore a three quarter length raincoat and a check cap.

He looked ordinary and harmless– well don’t be fooled – as he wasn’t.

A few years passed, the rent always came in on time -Saturn- one day the neighbour- Mercury- phoned my office to complain about damp -Neptune -on her internal walls as our chap was piling books against them on his side.

She had a good moan- Mars – got a bit angry- about how he was damaging her property. It was a boundary issue, Pisces btw, where my Mercury, Mars ,Saturn operate from amongst many asteroids. A tradesmen was allowed access by the tenant, the tenant was not going to be in.( he must have forgotten he was a pervert) He was absolutely horrified when he pulled these books away from the wall as behind the dirt, mould and grime were pictures of naked boys- well hello Pluto.

This was the same Pluto that was in that house that I had sensed, right in the very beginning. Now it all made sense. My theories about energy were proven that day.

About how houses vibrate energetically and call out to individuals who vibrate at the same rate. He will have noticed at some level the house felt dark but he felt at home there so he rented it. I was just about to sell the business -Saturn- as unbeknownst to me he was right on my ascendant and I was due a complete new chapter in my life. The new owner picked up where I had left off in terms of the sorry scenarios which the tradesman was now in the midst of. No more was said until about a year later out of the blue – Uranus- I got a call – Mercury- from the new owner of my business. What she came out with blows me away even now all these years later.

The conversation went something like this “ you remember the old bloke in that shitty little cottage in blank..(area) the one who was a pervert?

Yes I am thinking about the stairwell and the door that was stuck energetically by my guides who were protecting me…” well she continued his rent never came in, which was odd, I phoned – Mercury – no answer – so I wrote to him- more Mercury- no answer- Pisces remember- the stellium- I called round- no answer at the door. Eventually they got in. Brace yourself for it was not a pretty sight, he had passed away, you ain’t going to believe it- as it’s Pisces- but he had dropped down dead on the stairwell- this sounds like fantasy- but it’s definitely true. That year it was a very hot Summer, all his windows were shut, this was his character type. His body had rotted- Pluto- not you again- and the police- yes the government, (police) came. The neighbour- Mercury- next door- was very angry- as all Summer she had been knocking on his door – about the putrid smell.