The House on Francis Avenue
I was working in Chicago for a while, helping my son out with some remodeling
projects. He was coming in age in his thirties and trying to find himself.
So I was helping out, I enjoyed Chicago with all its activities and especially with a new culture on every block. And now I am on the road again heading back home to
Even though we had a three family house that we lived in, we also rented out
one apartment and it was creating a problem. We lived in one of the poorer areas of the city,
with drugs and crime prevalent without cause only to exist in a society of entanglement.
So I am going back to a time of indifference, questioning my life and my
thoughts of life.
I should of been happy to get back in the comforts of my own place, even though there
were too many memories haunting my nights I still called it home. After twenty five
years of marriage and living in the house with my wife Charlotte, death had
way of imparting a dismal future for happiness.
After a few disappointing relationships I found myself in a mind game that very few
people would accept being deluged with unknown travels of the mind. It has been
roughly two years since I met my nocturnal love Kundalini who slowly evolved
Aphrodite’s placing me on the Path of the Clear Light. I do not if it were a
fantasy world I had created for myself or that the Kundalini Princess turned Kali, who is describe as wearing a necklace of 49 skulls filled with blood. Making my life into a spiritual nightmare, causing me to question all of my make
The problem with Cleveland was the tenant that we were renting to, she was behind a
few months in rent. Two months back when I was in town, I had a run in with her
telling her it was time for her to leave. She did not care for the idea, she basically told
me to go to hell, and I would have to take her to court to make her move.
Cleveland with its dismal weather and my future with confrontations placed me in a area of less happiness than I cared for.
When I got to my place on Francis Ave. in Cleveland there seem to be a problem with
the lights on the staircase to my apartment they were not working. Even though I had
thought all our utilities were separate there appeared to be a problem with some other
circuits in my place.
The house was over a hundred years old and things never seemed right. The previous
owner was an old mortician and there were old stories of strange sightings. Even after
my wife passing, my two boys saw their mothers spirit occasionally in the dimly lit
shadows of the back apartment.
I headed off to the basement which had an outside entrance, and found some circuit
reakers tripped, so I reset and energized the circuits. By the time I got back to the
staircase to my place I could smell the acrid odor of plastic burning and could see
smoke trying to wiggle itself free from under the door of the first floor apartment.
I rushed upstairs to get a key to Connie’s apartment only to find out that she changed
the locks and I could not get in. The only other way would be through the basement
access which I headed off quickly to try. I had to kick the door open only to find that
there was a padlock on the basement door entrance. I was even more surprise
when I tried to open the bathroom door that was adjacent to the other door and there was
another padlock securing that passage way.
I knew she was freak out on occasion of hearing and seeing things, and complained
about the noises. Even mentioned one time while her boyfriend was visiting saw some
spirits frock-ling around in the living room.
I may of been a little indifferent to her pleas but I had thought it was normal for the old
place, we were use to it.
I finally got into the apartment and facing me was a large scared German Shepherd.
The tenants were not allowed to have dogs or change the locks. I suspect every thing
changes, when you frightened of your surrounding.
Fortunately the only thing burning was a phone that was left in the oven of the
electric stove. A strange place to store a phone, apparently when I reset the breakers
the oven heating elements were turned on and set the phone on fire.
As I look around to the check the place out I could see somebody was scared
Everything that was movable was nailed down. The double hung windows, the
heating registers and the closet doors had padlocks on them. It was apparent
that there was a problem here, what ever it was. I would have to question everything
that could be move, had a a nail or screw though it, but was it sufficient to prevent
what ever what was happening.
Fortunately I had some work across the street with the old school and church that
I was a committee member helping out on Sundays for the past twenty years and
everyday occurrences that came about.
I did not know what to do with the dog after two days without Connie and called the
It was three days later when Connie showed up, where I was working at the old school
building. Looking for her dog. All she said was” I give up, you win” she was in a state of
that was hard to describe. With tears in her eyes and a voice that emanated the fear in
her heart, I did not know where she was coming from. She was talking about rape, gas
mask and it became a strange scenario I told her she should go to the police.
I suspect that was a mistake, four days later, two Cleveland female detectives showed
up telling me that that Connie filed sexual assault charge against me.
They explained that Connie believed that my son and I hired some local teenagers to
spray or fumigate the house. Apparently a van pulled up and a half dozen guys jump
out surrounding the house with equipment and started spraying the house with some
kind chemical that cause everybody to past out.
It appeared that I was being faced by a forty year old black female, who created what
appeared to be story of pain and anguish. It is hard to say whether it was factual or a
hallucination caused by crack or the relinquishment of fear from some unknown reason.
A week or two had past when the Cleveland Police called saying that there was not
sufficient evidence to charge anybody, and they drop all charges.
My problem was that this was not the first time that strange things were happening in
my life. Ever since coming in contact with the Kundalini Princess my life changed
considerably. I was questioning her ability’s to help me out in problem areas such as
the removal of unwanted tenants and was she protecting me in ways that were hard
to recognize. My life was in turmoil and I was only wondering what my life will be in
the future, especially if I am still dancing with Aphrodite’s and Kali in the background.