The Land Speaks: Channeling the Norfolk County Courthouse

A personal account of energetic ley line work, ancestral memory, and the healing of the Norfolk County courthouse, thrust into the spotlight due to its centuries-old hidden history.

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For almost a year, I’ve been documenting an extraordinary journey; part intuitive investigation, part spiritual land work.

It centers on the Norfolk County Courthouse in Massachusetts, a building at the heart of the infamous Karen Read Case, a significant case that has sparked public controversy.

I didn’t go looking for it.

It found me.

The first time I tapped into Canton, a familiar feeling came to me, and the only way I can describe it is…HEAVY.

It’s not something I can really describe using our limited vocabulary, but it felt like ancient black magic: distortion, entanglement, and energy looping.

The courthouse building felt weighed down, heavy, and stifling.

The building and the land beneath the courthouse remember everything.

What I’m sharing today is an account of the messages, feelings, visions, and energetic impressions I received while working on the Karen Read Case.

As a Psychic Medium, working with the land and helping Gaia has been something I’ve had the opportunity to do my whole life.

Lost souls who’ve died suddenly, or people who are on this side looking for answers.

I help clear heavy energy from homes, battlefields, and sacred sites, tackling everything from ancestral trauma to land-based imprints.

My mentor was a no-nonsense kind of teacher, and she ensured I learned about the power of magic, both light and dark, so that I could understand it, recognize it, and navigate it safely.

I’m over on YouTube (True Crime Tarot @kateputnam), using tarot, intuition, and feelings to dig into cases that just don’t add up.

Until the Karen Read Case, I had never even thought of Massachusetts or the Norfolk County Courthouse.

I’ve never been to Canton.

Instead, as I followed the Karen Read case and tapped in remotely, I felt something unmistakable: an ancient, dense field of energy.

Not the signature of a modern-day practitioner, but old spells and structures woven generations ago; the kind of black magic that anchors and holds through time.

Join me to learn about my experience through an energetic account of clearing the land, the spells, and releasing all the people stuck in repeating loops.

THE LAND REMEMBERS

You’ve probably heard of the Akashic Records; paper records can be shredded, and witnesses can be silenced, but the Earth records everything in its frequency.

Everything every soul has done on Earth is recorded, and our promise to the Earth is that we’ll tread lightly and treat her like the wonderful hostess she is.

Two energies that I tapped into (if you are learning, be sure to set sacred space, ask for protection, and ask permission before entering any space), in the courthouse energy:

🠖 Gaia, the land beneath the courthouse.

🠖 The Courthouse Spirit: the building itself, as a consciousness.

Both conveyed the same plea: they are tired of holding unacknowledged trauma and are ready to be restored to their original purpose.

MESSAGES FROM GAIA AND THE COURTHOUSE

From the Land:

“I held the pain so they would not take everything. But I no longer wish to hold it. The bones do not belong to death. The silence does not belong to stone. Return them to Light. Return them to breath. Then I will bloom again.”

From the Courthouse:

“I was not built for blood, but for truth. They hollowed me and used my core. I want my heart back. Cleanse my basement. Name the buried. Light my halls with gold. Then let the people come and speak freely.”

THE INSTRUCTIONS REQUESTED

🟊 Open the False Basement Energetically; acknowledge what’s hidden, call in Source Light, dismantle old gridwork, free trapped souls.

🟊 Name and Honor the Souls; bring forward the forgotten names, hold ceremonies of acknowledgment.

🟊 Wash the Land Again; cleanse with light and rose frequencies, let the ley lines reopen.

🟊 Seal the Courthouse in Gold; visualize a golden dome of truth, declare the space sovereign and protected.

WHY THIS MATTERS: THE 1981 BOX

During my channeling sessions, I was instructed to remote view the papers in the basement.

While remote viewing, I noticed that there was no paperwork from 1978 to 1981.

And that’s when the idea of Box 1981 was born.

Not just a filing cabinet, but a frequency lock tied to missing public records between 1978 and 1981.

Whether literal, symbolic, or both, Box 1981 represents a containment spell over truths that link legal, psychiatric, and media systems.

I also received impressions of ancestral implants; patterns of trauma passed intergenerationally through court, church, and social systems.

This is why today’s Karen Read Case echoes the past: the same patterns repeat until they’re witnessed and released.

THE HUMAN STORIES BENEATH THE COURTHOUSE

Two souls appeared connected to a tree outside the courthouse:

🟊 Althea, a caretaker or mother figure, secretly buried a child.

🟊 Marien, the baby who never received a name.

With their consent, I conducted a ritual of remembrance and release, bathing the tree’s roots in golden-white light and reaffirming the land as sacred once again.

WHAT’S NEXT

My intention:

🟊 Continue naming and honoring the forgotten.

🟊 Document patterns of intergenerational influence in public court cases.

🟊 Teach others how to listen to the land, structures, and records themselves.

🟊 This is not about sensationalism.

It’s about truth, healing, and restoring sacred order to places built for justice.

HOW YOU CAN HELP

🠖 Hold Space: Light a candle for Althea & Marien, or for any forgotten soul in your own community.

🠖 Listen to the Silence: When you visit a courthouse, school, or historic site, pause and sense what the land might be holding.

🠖 Help Clear the Ley Lines: Collapse the distortion, restore harmony, and anchor the light.

🠖 Share This Post: Help spread awareness of how memory, land, and justice are intertwined. 🠖

CLOSING

The Norfolk County Courthouse once whispered pain; now it’s starting to whisper truth.

The land is exhaling.

My hope in sharing this is to encourage you to listen, not just to each other but to the places where history lives, so that healing and justice can finally take root.