Poppy died at 5.30pm on 2nd March in 2006, almost one year after Kindi had died. He was buried on 7th March at Leppington Lawn Cemetery near my father. My mother was at his bedside as he died. Pop had looked straight ahead and his eyes went wide and bright. My mother said, "I've been told this happens when people die. It's like he could see a light in front of him."
Many things happened in the following year at Progress Drive. The same 'phenomena' had returned. The fridge made a very loud banging noise in conjunction with the other noises, the light flickering and the knocks and raps. Other noises included: the dropping glass marble, the whistle, two raps and one incidence of the breath out. The 'phenomena' included similar patterns and various messages that would signify future events, reassure me regarding the deaths of my loved ones, let me know when I was on the right path or warn me when I wasn't.
When I first arrived at Progress Drive, I was sitting at the dining room table and the sound of a dropping marble occurred several times very lightly behind me on the tiles in the kitchen. When I turned around it stopped. When I turned away it did it again. The sound occurred a total of five times. I also saw a trail of light in squiggles and flashes in front of my eyes. Sometimes I saw them out of the corner of my eye and at other times they were right in front of me. They nearly always appeared as white light with various shapes and movement from round discs, trails of lights or splotches of twinkling lights. This seemed to occur when I was in a relaxed or receptive state of mind. I noted that often, by simply mentioning it or focusing my thoughts inwards, that I would start to see these small flashes of light.
While I lived at Progress Drive, I advertised for a flatmate to help share expenses. I was told, she will be into outdoor activities. She will be an artist and she will have autism. Kath was the first to respond to my advert. She moved in and was all of these things, including being a Physical Education teacher at a secondary school in Darwin. I had talked to Kath about the 'phenomena' but she seemed more interested than afraid. She immediately asked, "Does anything bad ever happen?"
"No," I said. "They're angels. They'll probably look after you."
Kath then went on to experience the flickering lights and raps, and her own share of streetlight incidents throughout 2006.
One night, while I was sitting at the desk, I received the very clear message, Go outside. There will be a sign. I got up from the chair and walked out onto the back verandah. Kath came out to see what was going on. "The angels have told me that there is something out here," I said. I squinted into the twilight from the verandah and noticed what I thought to be a white piece of litter on the ground. I then looked up and saw a cat on the neighbour's verandah looking down onto the grass. Well, I thought, the cat seems okay. Then I looked back down to what the cat seemed to be looking at and immediately noticed that the piece of white litter was actually a Torres Strait pigeon sitting in the grass. I turned to Kath. She said, "What is it?" I said, "That bird shouldn't be there. Something is wrong with her." I rushed inside and grabbed a towel. It was easy enough to catch the pigeon in the twilight since she wasn't able to see to fly away.
Everything looked okay, except the pigeon's wing was hanging a little lower than it should have been. Aside from that she looked like she would have a good chance of surviving. I rang the after-hours vet on Vanderlin Drive. He said that he would be happy to take a look at the bird. As I carried the box to the car, I felt an 'angelic consciousness' enter my body. It told me to, have faith in us. We will lead you to those in need where you can best assist and in a way that you will not continue to exhaust yourself. I thanked the 'consciousness' for allowing me to assist this pigeon, because I knew that she would have probably died overnight had she been left out on the grass.
As I was about to get into the car, there was a crash on the carport roof, like someone had dropped something large and heavy onto it. On the way to the vet two streetlights that had not been on before lit up as my car drove beneath them. Another one turned on in the distance as I approached. On the way home I asked for lights to only 'go on' rather than 'turn off'. Then the street light over the bus stop along Progress Drive blew out as my car drove past, leaving several people in darkness. The vet said that the pigeon would be fine. This incident became a major turning point in my trusting that the universe was still going to allow me to assist others, but that, in order to do so, I must only assist whoever was placed in front of me. In this way the universe had begun some very serious teaching of how I was to best fulfil my purpose in this life without neglecting myself. I felt like human society would slip further into crisis and that I was being trained to face the challenges to come.
