I met a woman at a sci-fi convention in Vegas in ‘96. I’d driven from LA on a whim. This was a fan celebration of the first (and only) season of Space: Above & Beyond, on FOX. Fandom was new to me; over time I found sci-fi fans to be invariably intelligent and considerate…well, most of them:)

In a crowded room filled with enthusiastic people, meeting in person for the first time (they’d become friends by chatting about our show on IRC and the internet) I felt drawn to a single woman, sitting apart. As if I were …bewitched. We spoke. From the Midwest, she visited me here and I visited her there. We fell in love. I invited her to move out here with me and create a life together.

She agreed. And I bought her a condo…across the path from my own. She deserved her own door to close, if that was what she needed. The market was down, my own home underwater …but I’d already bought a two bedroom here for my cousin, a drama professor at CSUN. So I bought my fiancé a one-bedroom. Unit 23.

It was spacious and surprisingly affirming space, thanks to the architectural taste of the designers, had planes and levels and a huge enclosed outdoor patio. It was a one-bedroom. The joke in the valley at that time was, “What’s the difference between gonorrhea and a one bedroom condo?” “You can get rid of the clap!” It was cheap, $25K and I signed the papers.

At some point, our marriage impending I learned that my true love desired to live in a “large house” To me, that meant liquidating and consolidating my assets – selling off properties; I had no stomach for being a landlord to strangers. So I sold Unit #23 to a woman leaving the military. I liked that, liked that I was helping a fellow veteran become home owner. And I made a tidy profit in the bargain, tripling my money

It was a also a good investment for her. The market continued to rise and when she finally chose to sell, she more than tripled her own money! Yet throughout her life in this home, to the very end, she remained vindictive, hostile, resentful. She made public accusations about me, as condo president that were probably libelous…but they were clearly the product of someone unstable and delusional. Eventually she sold her home and left.

The new owner became a landlord. Unit 23 is now his investment. Guess who his renters are, today? The couple with whom I’ve recently had differences.

Three different tenants. Three different women. All three at some point became hostile, emotional and vindictive towards me.

There are three common elements here: Unit 23…women…and me.

Now here’s where it gets deep. And this may be beyond your ken or belief systems to sit comfortably. That’s cool. Seriously.

For those willing to venture on, around that time in ’96 I was engaged in spiritual studies. I’d been befriended by gifted adepts who knew what my life was like, knew that I attracted attention, that I had always attracted attention. From my work, yes, and from the way I moved thru life. But also (and more importantly) attention from other realities, other planes. I was being taught how to shield myself from intrusion Even before I had asked my fiancé to join me out here, I’d received warnings from my teachers…that she was the host of a very powerful, malevolent entity.

Did I mention that I was in love…and for the first time in many years? It was a total surprise; I knew how unlikely I was to ever again experience that singular sensation.

If you’ve know it, being in love, then you know how unique that is. Not necessarily efficient or productive…but compelling. It’s surprising what we’ll do to allow that special state of being to continue to be. I abandoned the studies with my teachers…I chose my fiancé.

She lived there for about a year before talk about “a big house” began. When I put Unit 23 up for sale, we lived together in my home. After some months, issues arose. This was many years before I began medication. Long story short, we separate, she rents another apartment, we effort and eventually founder in 2000. I dodged a bullet. And I still love her:)

But there was a night that I lay down beside her…and I saw The Entity. I was chilled. I immediately slipped out of bed, walked downstairs and spent that night on the couch. I’ve never forgotten that vision.

I saged Unit 23 when it was first ready for occupancy. I know nothing about its prior owner. But I do know that my fiancé once lived there. And that the woman who next occupied the unit changed over the years. I remember a hostile exchange between us in a condo laundry room about laundry being touched. She later appeared outside my door, knocking, needing to apologize and I embraced her, grateful for her courage and candor. But she was irrevocably altered. And now there’s a new couple living in Unit 23…with whom I’ve experienced hostility.

1. My fiancé left something behind in Unit 23…call it a mojo:)
2. Unit 23 had a mojo before it even came into my life.
3. There is no mojo. This is all just…coincidence:)
4. The mojo in Unit 23 affected my fiancé, my buyer and the present tenants.

What do you think?

There will be more to this miniseries:) I’m gonna write a letter to this guy, now that I know where he lives. Dunno what I’m gonna say…but I suspect, at some point, we’ll sit down over beers and talk about our ‘event’…and if there’s a window of opportunity, I’ll ask him whether their relationship has changed since they’ve lived there. And perhaps, offer him some sage. I still have a bunch from my visit to Botswana.

28 April, 2012

One thought on “UNIT 23

  1. There is a word for this and its singular to the German language, like “doppelganger”. Unfortunately, the word is lost on me for the moment, but it roughly means “the woods are alive” (though in this case, “alive” is meant in the same way “malevolent” would).

    Now if someone chooses to believe in this sort of thing or not is up to each person’s own belief system. But I think everyone of all belief systems can agree that theres just some things you do NOT mess with or even approach. Like a growling dog, you may hear it… feel it… before you see anything. This is exactly that.

    The best thing to do is let it be and stay zen. Don’t tempt or even acknowledge its there. Let the sleeping dog lay, as it were. But be careful: forgive but don’t forget. Its a dangerous world out there, seen or unseen.