During the afternoon of the interviews at Cassandra's place, I had been thinking about my father. On the way home in the car, the radio reception had come on and off and I had experienced significant static interference. Once I arrived back at Tricia's in the evening, she told me that the washing machine had not been working. She also commented that the laundry light had been going on and off. One day when I asked her to describe exactly what it did, she said that it "kind of went up and down three times and then a fourth time." I said, "Yep. That's what it does."
The streetlights had also started to blow out over the top of the car as I drove beneath them on my nightly drives between Malak Crescent and Giuseppe Court. I noticed that it would not occur if I was thinking about it or wanting it to happen, but only after I had been thinking about it and then, the moment I was distracted, it would happen. If my own thoughts were actually influencing the streetlights, then there seemed to be a delay between them and whatever was happening in relation to me.
One night as I was about to leave Tricia's place to go back to the unit, I noticed that one of the streetlights close by to her place wasn't working. I jokingly said, "Hey, you know, I think I might have done that." Then a streetlight started going on and off in the distance. "Look! There it goes!" I said, "Watch this. When I focus on it it will stop," which it did.
Tricia said, "Look away again!"
I turned into the car and focused on the steering wheel. "There, look," she shrieked, "It's started up again."
I said, "See, I told you the lights are doing stuff."
"I know! I can see that!"
But underneath the excitement I sensed that Tricia was scared. The same 'phenomena' continued back at Giuseppe Court that night, when the wall light in the study dimmed up and down three times and then paused before doing it a fourth time.
I walked on the beach at Rapid Creek for the first time after the dogs' deaths in March. The CFIDS had grown a lot worse. It was really hard to get across the bridge. Everywhere I looked I saw the dogs in my memory and it was extraordinarily painful. Since they had died, I had existed in two realms and I felt like a living ghost on the edge of the physical world. As I walked along the shoreline, while there was no sign of rain and very few clouds, a second rainbow appeared. This rainbow consisted of two spirals of coloured light that did not meet, with the sun shining down through the centre. The rainbow had been broken. I was told, each side is representative of each dog. In the centre was the sun or the source of creation. The message then came reverberating back from the grief counsellor, you are the source of your own love. By this time I had finally moved out of Giuseppe Court and into Tricia's townhouse at Malak Crescent.
