I have lived in the same six-unit apartment building for the last 4 years and 9 months. In that time, I have reached out to my “house” spirit before, but I have never felt compelled to keep my hand extended in friendship in a formal, regular way. I sometimes wondered why that was. After connecting with my “house” wight again in mid-October, perhaps for the first real and true time on a personal level, I think I understand a little better where we stand.
On the 18th of October, by candlelight while standing in my kitchen I offered the wight a hot bowl of cream of wheat, some buttered multigrain bread, and a tall glass of whole milk in exchange for what turned out to be a brief first audience. When he showed up to speak with me and accept my offerings, I realized that my “house” wight is not quite a spirit of the home. He does not actually hang out in my house; he’s not “right there”. I intuited that he has “real estate” beyond my single unit and so circulates among his properties. That would explain why I never felt particularly compelled to enter into a warm and fuzzy relationship with him. That would be too familiar, perhaps rather inappropriate.
Now, thanks to the insight he offered, I more accurately think of him as an “apartment” wight rather than a housewight. That shift in thinking created a better paradigm for interacting with him. As I see it, he’s not my live-in house guest or a brownie-type being doing chores for his mistress. No, he’s more like an spirit counterpart to the landlord, guarding the property (and many others in the area), ensuring that tenants don’t screw up in a big way, and occasionally, if he’s feeling nice, granting respectful tenants one or two favors over the course of their lease.
During this first encounter with him, I also gathered that he’s a very hungry spirit with a penchant for hearty grain-based foods and rich dairy products, specifically whole milk or cream. He’ll also take honey and honey-wine, if offered. I was glad to meet him on the 18th of October and offer a hearty meal to fuel his important work. I continue to make offerings to him after I’ve cleaned my apartment and ensured that all is well at home. It seems the primary boon he offers in exchange for a hearty meal and a tall glass of milk is extra protection from home-less spirits and wayward human folk. Many thanks to the apartment wight!