When a computer technician arrived at the Poinciana bedsit to repair the laptop under warranty, the touch lamp near the front door behind the mattress went up a setting. Then when Karen came over it went up two settings. This reminded me of how the lamps had 'behaved' back at Ridgehaven Circuit and Giuseppe Court, when I had been living there with the dogs. They nearly always turned on or went up in their settings behind my back or when people came over. Since in the bedsit one can see everything, the lamp 'behind the mattress' was now doing it. It was as if the 'phenomena' wanted to be noticed, while its actions remained hidden at the same time. I was beginning to wonder how much of the 'phenomena' was actually a projection of my own multiple consciousnesses into the external world.
When I was five or six years of age, I had begun to take an interest in The Childrens Bible. Jesus was the only human being whom I could relate to. In the Bible I saw the creation of the Sun and the Earth. I saw the pale golden light of the angels. I knew that I had come from the same place as them. Having autism meant that I had been unable to make the transition from preconsciousness to societal consciousness. Once I tested the waters of awareness and found them hostile, I longed for home.
When I was a child I used to get my well-thumbed copy of The Childrens Bible out and open it to the page on the crucifixion of Jesus. I used to feel the deep sorrow of the crucifixion, so much so that my mother was reluctant to let me watch any movies where it was depicted, in case I fretted over them afterwards.
On Good Friday I used to open the blinds in my dark and dusty bedroom that bordered a shady trellis. I would lay The Childrens Bible on the bed opened to the page of the crucifixion. I would get into a state over what people had done to Jesus. Yet at the same time I had felt a comforting force that was both within and outside my own consciousness. This force was neither male nor female. It felt like an immense being of light. I called this presence God. For some reason I believed that Jesus was crucified at around 2.30pm in the afternoon. So on Good Friday between the red and blue tiled roofs of those 1970's suburban houses, I used to watch the dark thunderclouds build up outside my bedroom window and turn into a thunderstorm. Sydney was known for its southerlies, but in my mind I related this directly back to the picture in The Childrens Bible. As the thunderstorm built up, it was as if God was mourning for the great tragedy of Jesus's death in the sky above Liverpool, just as I mourned it from my crimson bedspread.
Over thirty years later, while living in the bedsit in Poinciana Street, I found a copy of The Childrens Bible that I had been absorbed in as a child for sale on Ebay. I wanted to get to the bottom of a few things regarding this period in my life and so I ordered it from the USA. The Bible arrived in Darwin. I was sitting on the bed, carefully opening every page, while the memories and sensations of thirty years ago flooded the psyche.
Within around twenty minutes I had looked right through the Bible. When I got to the end I realised that I had missed the crucifixion. God, I thought to myself. How could I have missed that? I then opened it straight to that page with the stormy scene on Mount Calvary. As I did a huge clap of thunder went off outside the door that could have shaken the suburb of Nightcliff off the map. I was then told, the weather experiences that you had as a child, when you used to leave the Bible open on your bed, was evidence of our presence on Earth. I thought back to the cloud 'phenomena' that had occurred shortly after Binda and Kindi's deaths and the lightning strike that I had experienced at my mother's place back in Macquarie Fields.
While I lived at Poinciana Street I was driving to the chiropractor every Friday. One morning as I walked out the door of the bedsit I was told, there will be a sign. I looked to my right and the number plate on a car said, [ETERNETE] (Eternity). Not long after, this became one of the preferred methods of contact. It wasn't long before the 666 sequences started up again. This time they just kept going so that I would be likely see a dozen or more 666s in a short period of time. The number plate 'phenomena' was interesting. It would never happen if I looked for it. I had to just get on with what I was doing and the plates would seem to appear right in front of me.
