One of the things I enjoy most about my drive in to work every day is listening to the radio. Generally, I will switch stations when a commercial comes on the airwaves. I know that’s bad, but I feel like I’ve heard them all.
I don’t need to know how to speak Chinese yet and I don’t want a month’s supply of some sort of medication for something I don’t have yet. However, there are those rare occasions when a commercial gets my attention.
This fellow who came on the radio on this particular morning was selling what he said was a service that no one else could give me or even tell me about. First of all, he asked the question, “Did somebody die in your house?”
This is a morbid sounding question and I’m not one to make fun of dying. However, eventually we all will.
This fellow went on to ask, “Did you realize that it is not required in 47 of 50 states to tell potential buyers if someone died in the house being sold?”
I said to myself, “I never really thought about that.”
This fellow’s point was that it brings down the value of the house or potentially could bring down the value of the house.
It still puzzled me. Most of the time, we can’t necessarily pick where we expire or exit or whatever the best way to put it is.
Then I thought about it…
This fellow was worried about ghosts and bad spirits and stuff like that being left around the house when someone “leaves” from there.
That kind of ghost stuff really doesn’t bother me. I thought about it as I drove to work.
This fellow was on the radio selling a service that will tell you if someone died in the house you are thinking about buying. There must be a market for such things or this fellow wouldn’t be on the radio hawking the service.
Later that evening, this was still bearing on my mind, so I started doing a little research.
It didn’t take long to find another fellow who claimed that if someone had died in your house or if your house had bad spirits or such things, he could solve your problem and help you sell your house.
Now I had heard the fellow on the radio helping folks looking to buy a house find out if someone had expired in the house they were thinking about buying and the fellow saying if you were selling with the same situation – he could help.
This fellow billed himself as a “house healer.”
His information noted the following.
“Since 1993, he has specialized in clearing homes and businesses of energetic debris, resulting from violent or lingering deaths, divorces, family trauma, management struggles, and other negative influences.”
How did this fellow do this?
Did he go in and throw salt over his shoulder?
Did it involve cats of different colors?
Perhaps he burned some incense or just walked around “knocking on wood.”
Maybe he even uses a vacuum cleaner.
When we hear of such things, we think of the movie “Ghostbusters” made in 1984 and all that green stuff that looked like Jello that never really set. It would be interesting to find out.
This fellow even has a contract where you could choose one of two options. You could pay him a flat fee or you could pay him a “scaled fee based on outcome.”
That last one has a fish hook in it.
The bottom line is if you sell your house within a given number of days, you pay him a certain amount. The quicker you sell it, I suppose the more he gets.
On this deal, the folks have to understand that the fellow who fixes the bad energy provides “no guarantee” other than he will perform his services to the best of his ability. I probably don’t need to tell you this either, but he is in California if you need him.
Where else would he be?
I’m a math guy… This fellow has figured out a great thing.
If someone sells their house, they are happy and he gets paid for getting rid of bad energy or something none of us can see.
Please note that I’m not saying it does not exist. I do not know.
I just know that he’s getting a cut of the deal for throwing salt over his shoulder or burning candles or something.
Sounds like this fellow is pretty smart to me.
I’m starting to feel bad about the gopher rats I killed under my first house. The folks who live there now might be getting some energetic debris from that event.
Oh well, life goes on and I lost my rabbit’s foot years ago.
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