Once I was lying on the bed in the main bedroom with my eyes closed and in my mind I asked if I would win Lotto. A touch lamp on the left hand side of bed came on. I was told, fifty. I then thought I would win fifty thousand dollars or perhaps even five hundred thousand dollars. I told Tricia and Maria over the phone and got myself out of bed and down to the Hisbicus Shopping Centre Newsagency to purchase a ticket. I won fifty dollars the next day. Yet I somehow felt it was not right to ask about things like money, so I never did it again. I also didn't want to provoke 'it' into responding. In fact I didn't need to. Whatever it was, it was doing all the work in making contact.
In many ways, and without assistance from any professional group or organisation, I was becoming my own 'psychic investigator'. At one point the lights seemed to be quite active. So I decided to find out what lamps or powerpoints in the bedrooms were faulty once and for all. I swapped all the touch lamps, replacing what I thought to be faulty lamps on good powerpoints and a good lamp with a new bulb on what might have been a faulty power point. I had decided to work on a process of elimination in regard to the three bedroom touch lamps and the three powerpoints. All the lamps were off. I turned and left the main bedroom, walking back down the hallway towards the main living area. When I came back around fifteen minutes later, all three lamps in the two bedrooms had turned on to their highest settings. I noticed that as soon as I got a theory or rational explanation in my mind, the 'phenomena' seemed to disprove it, by changing its behaviour.
While I knew that 'the goings-on' were connected with my own thoughts and emotions, the 'phenomena' also appeared to possess a mind or consciousness of its own. Therefore it seemed natural to begin to talk to it. So when the touch lamp came on by the bed later that night, I said, "Thank you." Then the larger bulb in the lamp in the study blew out as if in response. The touch lamps continued to go on and off for months, along with most of the other lights and lamps in the house. The outside light on the front verandah blew its bulb around once every four weeks. The 'phenomena' seemed to like the same things that I did, but only when I wasn't consciously focused on them.
The Andy Bar was made out of chipboard with light-coloured panels featuring lights and mirrors. It was a piece of furniture that I was fond of. One light was in the middle section on the inside of the bar and the other was on the outside of the bar. One morning at 5.30am I was sitting on the lounge facing The Andy Bar and the hallway leading to the two bedrooms and the study. I was looking through a book called Dreamings: The Art of Aboriginal Australia, edited by Peter Sutton. That was when a light began to flicker. At first I thought that I was seeing something in the hallway. But as I watched and continued on with my reading, alternating between the two actions, I noticed that the flickering lights were coming from inside the cabinet.
I soon saw that both the lights inside the bar had started flickering like they were doing 'morse code'. I felt alone and disturbed that it was starting to happen again. So I rang Crisis Line in Darwin and talked to a volunteer for half an hour. This wasn't a crisis, but they weren't busy and it was good to share with someone at the time. While on the phone with Janice, I worked up the courage to experiment. I approached The Andy Bar and put my hands near the outside light. It turned on by itself. The lights then went out as I backed away. I walked over and each time I held my hand up and under the outside bulb they flickered on again. I did this several times to make sure.
When I became anxious or scared it stopped and when I was relaxed while talking on the phone, it started again. The lights did 'morse code' for around forty-five minutes with both bulbs blowing a few days later. The handyman who replaced them said that all the electrical wiring had been 'cooked' inside the unit. He had referred to the situation as 'a potential fire hazard'.
At 7.30am that same morning while sitting on the bed in the main bedroom, I knew that my laptop would switch off in the study. I then heard Windows shut itself down. One night while sitting on the lounge there were three loud knocks from inside The Andy Bar. Whatever it was appeared to like that furniture! I rang Tricia to tell her that there had been knocks and she became scared and shrieked down the phone, "What can I do?!"
