The sign said “Green Garden Estates”.  It had a waterfall beneath it.  This was an upscale subdivision.  Lawns were perfect; cars were nice.  It was the lack of things that really stood out.  Here, a 5-year old car was overdue to be traded in.  A weekend of shopping might top $500.  This was not the kind of neighborhood I expected the directions to take me to.
As I neared the house, I could feel my extra senses tingling.  Someone talented, someone that could reach into another realm was nearby.  When I found the house, it didn’t stand out as different,  but as I walked up to the front door, I noticed the plants in the flowerbed were actually herbs.  The welcome mat, instead of saying “Welcome” said “Merry Meet.”  This was the right place, alright.  I rang the doorbell.
Julie opened the door.  She was a 50-something white lady, a little overweight, with glasses and curly hair.  She smiled and said, “You must be Jon.  Please, come right in.”  
Inside was much different.  There were fountains, sea shells, and an aquarium lined one wall.  And the water; I could feel its connection to Julie, the lady.  She sat down, and looked at me oddly.  Then, she said, “You can feel it, can’t you?  You’re really quite talented.  You can tell I’m a Water Witch, can’t you?”
“Yeah.  Its obvious to me.  Your connection is. . . strong.”
“But you didn’t expect to find me in a hoity-toity subdivision did you?”
“No.  I expected an ocean-front cottage, or something like that.”
“Too damn expensive.  Besides, in less than an hour, I can have all the ocean I want.  This is more affordable.”
“Do you know why I’m here?”
“I know a friend of mine in Boston referred you to me.  You’re trying to find a place from a memory.  I’ve got. . . connections that may be able to help.  But there’s a price.”
“A price?  I mean, what. . . what kind of price?”
“Well, since you were referred. . . and now that I’ve met you, I know you’re not some nut job.  I suppose. . . Fifty bucks will do.”
“That’s it?  Just fifty dollars?”
“That’s it.  Oh, have you ever witnessed a possession before?”
“A possession?  You mean, another spirit controlling someone?  I’ve heard tales, but I’ve never seen it.”
“Well, then, you’re about to.”  She stood up, and motioned me to follow her.  As I followed her downstairs, she continued, “You know, there’s many versions of possessions.  One extreme is where you have no control and no memory afterwards; I don’t do that.  Kind of makes me feel cheated to not get to see the show.  The other extreme is much more subtle, like when you let the spirit just use your hands to write, or just see what it wants to show you with your mind’s eye.  But this is going to require you to interact with it directly, so you two will have to talk.”  At the bottom of the stairs, we entered a room with a soft glow of light.  There was books covering two of the walls, an entertainment center at the third wall, and a long comfy couch at the last wall.  The carpet was lush, and there were a lot of pillows.  In the center were two comfy chairs facing each other and a small tub of water on the floor between them.  There at the tub of water, the room felt. . . thin.  Julie turned on a small boom box, and I heard running water.  She started a small fan, and sat a open dish in front of it.  Soon, I smelled the ocean.  I followed her cues, taking off my shoes & socks and sitting in the chair across from her.  We placed our feet in the small tub of water.  “All water is connected,” she said, “And in this is a multitude of waters.  I’m going to call up a water spirit.  You need to ground yourself, and go back to the memory you have.  The water spirit will use me to connect with you; to help you find out what you need to know.”
We sat there quietly for a bit, and then I felt something.  She raised her hands, and I saw her aura become water.  I still felt her, but there was another, too.  The water at my feet felt warm; the air around me felt cool.  The water spirit spoke through Julie.  It said,
“You are named Jon, grandson of Eleanor.  Yes?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Take my hands”  I did.  I felt power wash over me.  I closed my eyes, and went into my memory.  I was in a hospital bed.  Around me, the world felt wrong.  It was not a hospital; there were no worried ones; there was apathy.  The spirit said, “This place is wrong.  It is not balanced.”  I went into the memory of my reaching out, of my feeling the energy hole.  The spirit gasped.  It said, “Sacriledge! Unclean!”
“Where is this place?  I want to find it; I want to stop it.”  Then, there was a moving outward.  I became aware of water pipes in the walls.  And then, a very large, deep body of water against one side of the building.  Incredibly large, full of life and energy.  Still, we moved outward and now upward.  Then, we were at the surface.  The building was a dam; the body of water was the lake it held back.  The spirit sighed with the energy.  When I asked where we were, I saw the water of the lake, and it simply replied ‘here’.  The spirit had no name for this place; it simply knew it as it was.  It soon became clear to me that this was the only answer I was going to get; it was more than I had before, so it would have to be enough.  I said,
“Thank you for your wisdom.  I am honored by your presence.”
“I always am and always will be.  All life comes from me; I am never far from thee.  Safe journey, Jon, son of Eleanor.”  Then, like falling water, it washed away.
In front of me sat Julie.  She said, “Well, that was interesting.  I think you lucked out, kiddo.  Let’s go upstairs and eat.  We’ll ground and talk about it.”