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The first two months of 2006 were spent settling into Progress Drive, Nightcliff where my office window faced out onto the mangroves and the sea. The 'angelic beings' or 'guides' were continually coaxing me back into nature, but I had not managed to go back out into nature since the dogs had died. One day a hermit crab in a shell appeared on the verandah, so that I was forced to walk down into the mangroves to place him amongst the soft ooze of mud and salt amongst the roots. I knew that there was another world only metres away from my door and it was calling me to continue to assist in telling our story and to connect with our consciousness. This, it seemed, always related directly back to the Earth. I also joined FitnessWorks in Nightcliff. The regaining of my core stability after long term illness and inactivity was to take another year or so. On top of everything else, a brain seizure had left me forgetting how to lift my left ankle, so that I now walked with a limp. The first year at this gym was painful and exhausting, but it was a case of either keep at it or end up permanently restricted to a bed and chair.
The 'phenomena' associated with the 'angelic beings' and my own consciousness continued to manifest at Progress Drive on a regular basis, but it was more gentle. As I had been told it would, it often occurred out in the kitchen and living room area, through bumps, raps, explosions and bangs in the refrigerator, and also with flickering lights that seemed to follow me from room to room. Another development occurred where I was instructed to do something 'ethical' on their behalf, rather than on my own initiative. Like many other people, I was tired of the needless suffering in the world and I wanted drastic action in order to stop it escalating. At the same time the 'angelic beings' were insisting, do not assist everyone, follow the path on Earth that we set for you and only assist the beings placed directly in front of you. For someone who had attempted to 'save the world', this was a hard call, perhaps the worst of all. The only thing that had stopped me was the onset of the CFIDS, and the first horror of this illness was the powerlessness that I felt, when I was no longer able to fulfil my purpose in assisting others.
One time I was woken up by the combined voice of my aunty and my grandmother urgently calling my name, followed by a loud (power surge) explosion in the loungeroom. A similar thing had occurred at Ridgehaven Circuit where I had heard my two brothers calling out to me. Again, I knew that it was not them, but perhaps something else imitating them. It didn't seem right. I told it, "Go away!" I also asked these 'beings' not to frighten me after dark by doing anything out of the ordinary.
Small stuff like light bulbs blowing, power surges, explosions, or loud bangs in the refrigerator continued at night, whenever I woke up or got up and this could be scary. I also still became afraid or overwhelmed whenever something new happened. Hence I only wanted new 'phenomena' to occur during the day.
Often I would sense when something was about to happen. There would be a power surge through the house, that I believed caused an explosion in the loungeroom, usually resulting in half the place being blacked out. The car alarm went off at intervals. The fine hairs on the back of my neck would stand on end. Or my stomach would move up into my chest if the 'phenomena' was loud or unexpected when I was alone. At other times, I used to get sulky if nothing had happened for a while, thereby asking out loud for a sign, "Are you still there?" or "Is anyone there?" and "Give me two" meaning two raps. It would oblige and could give up to six raps, appearing only to stop if my demands continued longer than they should. I was also told, do not to look for streetlights and number plates. It will happen when it is meant to. When I insisted on starting to look once more, I was promptly greeted with a car number plate that read [GO AWAY]. At the time it startled me, but at least I had got the message! And as usual, the timing of this was uncanny.
One day I became afraid that the 'angelic beings' had left me and I started to cry. Then I asked, "Is anybody there? Give me two raps like this, if you are." I rapped the lounge two times with my knuckle and did not expect to hear anything in response. Then there was a rap from the wall next door. I thought, no that's only one rap. I asked again, since I wanted the reply from the kitchen fridge. Moments later I got the reply - two raps from the fridge followed by one loud rap. The lights then flickered gently in the loungeroom, kitchen, bathroom and bedroom - whatever room I walked into. During the night I switched the touch lamp off. When I woke a few hours later the same touch lamp was back on. I was satisfied with the response.
One morning I was told a bird will come and sit on the verandah railing to see if you are okay and remind you of your link with us. Within minutes a bird did come and sat on the railing. It was a Rainbow Bee-eater. Later I was told, look now, as another one swooped by with colours flashing in the sun. I'd not seen this species outside before this time, or since. |
