Tricia then left to go downstairs and make a few phonecalls to Centrelink regarding finding work, which she did every morning religiously after breakfast. She came back an hour later and one of my track shoes was sitting in the middle of the bed where she had been seated. For the hour that she had been out of the room, I had remained sitting in the computer chair and had not turned away from the laptop. During this time I had been worrying over being too ill to get to the gym again. Tricia noticed the shoe right away, since it was square in the middle of the king single bed that had nothing else on it. Neither of us had moved that shoe from where it had been on the floor.
On the weekends Tricia used to invite people over to her place, where they ate hot fried potato chips and drank cans of bourbon and rum. On one of these occasions I knew that an 'angelic being' had come down into my body and was observing one of her guests through my eyes. Suddenly the conversation stopped and he said to me, "What happened just then?"
I replied, "What do you mean?"
He turned to Tricia and said, "Did you see that? Her skin colour changed. It went all white and then it went back to how it is now. It was like she was glowing."
I instantly recognised the presence of another consciousness who appeared to have slipped into my body for a moment.
Tricia turned to me and said, "See, I told you!"
"What?," I laughed.
"Your skin changes colour, Coral!"
After the house had been cleared of the evening's guests, I asked Tricia to describe exactly what had happened and in what way she thought my physical appearance had changed. She said that my skin would turn from its natural colour to 'powder white' as if someone had covered it with talcum powder. She said that my eyes were glassy and that it didn't look like me. She went on to say that she had often seen me 'glowing'. I had heard the 'glowing' comments many times over the years, but had put it down to a feeling of well being and 'my ecstatic states'. But people began to tell me I was 'physically glowing' like there was some kind of light emanating from my skin.
Tricia prefered to shop late at night when it was cool and no one was around. One night on our way to Coles in Karama, I could sense one of the 'angelic beings' coming through and focused on the streetlights. So when I got out of the car I thought, no streetlights and no lights! Once inside the supermarket the small bangings started up in the deep freezer. Then the freezer thermostats went crazy. I knew it was related to me, because as I walked along the freezer it made these 'banging' sounds right alongside me. It did this around eight times. Then an enormous 'banging' sound started up throughout my end of the store.
It sounded like someone was literally pounding something up and down the two freezer aisles. It was as if all of the freezers were going off. I looked around for Tricia, since I wanted her to hear this. There were a couple of light flickers over my head. Then when I went near one of the cool drink cabinets it made a loud clunk. I then noted a couple of teenagers walking into the aisle. I watched them for a reaction, but they seemed engrossed in their shopping and each other and remained oblivious to the amazingly loud 'banging' sounds. I then realised how seldom people were actually aware of what was going on around them.
I spotted Tricia down the other end of the store and called out to her but she didn't hear me. After about five or ten minutes the pounding sounds stopped. I asked the store security guard at the checkout what that sound might have been. He seemed to think it was the freezer thermostats and admitted to it 'sounding weird'. He then got a call on his phone to say that the Emergency Door with the steel frame across it had come open on its own and would he 'get down there to see what was going on'. This door was located where I had been standing as I listened to the freezers. When I got back home, I looked up 'thermostats' online. Sure enough, the kind of thermostats in supermarket freezers appeared to be the electrical kind. Perhaps it was the same thing that was going on with the kitchen fridge while we sat talking at the table back at Malak Crescent.
