Maria had said that Poinciana was looking in on the women to make sure that things were all right. In fact she was considered a ghostly protector of young women in the area. I felt sure that there would have been several versions of this story circulating around Darwin over the years, but it was still a great story.
It wasn't too long after this phone conversation that I was telling Karen about the time when my enraged father had purused me, jabbing my chest in the swimming pool with the metallic end of a pool vacuum when I was a child. As I was leading up to the point where I was hurt, I saw Karen's facial expression change. Her eyes were focused to my left, near the bookshelf. Then as I said the word, 'jabbed', one of my didgeridoos that had been leaning on the bookshelf to my left, flew out from its position across the room in front of me and onto the floor with a crash. I looked at Karen. "I didn't do that!"
"I know you didn't," she said. "I was watching it against the wall while you were talking. It was standing upright, wobbling around by itself and then it flew!"
I hadn't touched the shelf or the wall near the didgeridoo. It had flown by itself as if there was a force that had propelled it. For anyone who knows about didgeridoos, they are large and heavy wooden objects and this one stood about chest height.
"That's amazing", I said. "I bet that's Poinciana's ghost trying to protect me!"
On another occasion, Karen and I were both standing just outside the front door of the bedsit when a large palm frond, about the size of my upper torso, literally jumped away from me. It was as though it had been repelled by an energy that seemed to be coming from my body. "Jesus," I said to Karen, "Did you see that?"
"Yeah", she said loudly.
I joked, "When the trees are afraid of me there must be something wrong."
I laughed at her widening eyes. This time I felt like it had something to do with some kind of electrical field around me. Other small incidents occurred inside the bedsit when Karen came over for a cup of chai tea. Whenever she talked about her work the conversation would move onto how aggressive society was becoming and, how best to avoid people who seemed to be sucked into some kind of negative mass societal consciousness.
One night when Karen was visiting I began to spontaneously channel 'angelic beings'. She was feeling emotional after finishing reading the latest Harry Potter book. This seemed to be a trigger for my 'elemental consciousnesses'. I now know that I had entered into a trance state. I remember existing in the back of my own mind. Oddly, this 'being' that seemed to speak through me had a lisp. I saw Karen through the same eyes, but as if from a distance, actually as if in a dreamscape. She was smiling, but I did not know what was being said by me, because 'another consciousness' now had control of the physical body.
As I walked over to the sink to put the kettle on, the voice of another being came through me and said, "The essences are coming." I then sat back down and the only thing I remember of the conversation is of being many consciousnesses simultaneously. Karen was told, "human society is an illusion." They were saying, "it was 'one room' in an interdimensional mansion" and that, "it was a room in which people would be drowning." Then I remember Karen saying, "That is amazing, because I've just read that exact same thing in this book today."
