I pull up besides the house that needs clearing. The electricity suddenly goes out in the whole neighborhood. Blackness descends, as well as a sense of foreboding. The energies swirling outside are palpable. Aliens? Demons? Definitely not human. I wait in the car. Seeing. Feeling.
Something pushes on the car. I wait.
Energy is being pushed towards me. I wait.
Their initial bravado and confidence starts to wain. I wait.
In the darkness there appears a point of light. A place to start. I move there and feel the energies and their intents. It is not me they are afraid of. It is the inevitable change that is coming. The unrest. The unknown.
I see the cracks, the weaknesses in their defenses. I gather my resolve and push.
The lights come back on. The heaviness lifts. And although the intent has already completed, I must do the work. (Are we even working if there isn't a paradox?)
I get out of the car and knock on the door.