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At the same time as allowing these 'angelic beings', or this benevolent universal consciousness, to guide and teach me, I also learnt to put my foot down. Any 'phenomena' that I did not feel comfortable with, or that frightened me, was not allowed in my space or, perhaps put more accurately, the energy field that appeared to be around me. One day, and for absolutely no reason at all, there was a huge rap in the kitchen as though someone had hit the kitchen bench very hard with a large wooden mallet. I jumped suddenly and said, "Not so loud!" Then a smaller quieter rap immediately followed. This happened a lot. Perhaps 'they' didn't know their own strength. It had been a positive response. So, in this way, I felt that we were each continually learning from one another.
One night while watching television with Kath, I asked 'it' to do something new. Around 10.30pm Kath got up from the lounge where she had fallen asleep and dragged herself off to bed. About ten minutes after she had closed the door, the television screen went fuzzy and then pulsed six times, as if the power was throbbing through it. I knew it was the 'phenomena' due to the six distinctive throbs. Also it was following the same pattern, since it occurred just after Kath had gone to bed, rather than in front of her. I thought, why couldn't you have done this while she was watching, rather than after she had gone to bed? But other things did happen in front of us both, like the time when Kath and I had sat down in the loungeroom for a chat and there were three loud knocks on the kitchen bench, as if someone had knocked on it with their knuckles.
During April in 2006, Kath and I were walking along the path on the Nightcliff foreshore and a light switched itself on as we approached it. It was 5.30pm but it was still full daylight and none of the other lights along the path had gone on. When we were packing during the Cyclone Monica warning in late April, the refrigerator started making loud 'banging' sounds and Kath told me that the lights had been flickering in the bathroom and in her bedroom. The light had also been flickering in the bathroom whenever I was in there. One day we had driven to The Didgeridoo Shack out on The Arnhem Highway towards Kakadu, in order to get a didge repaired. While there we were told the legend of the didgeridoo and the overhead lights had gently flickered on and off as I walked amongst the art. It was a pattern that the 'phenomena' also seemed to occur around anything related to people and artwork that were indigenous to Australia. I said to Kath, "There's a mimi spirit inside me."
On another night Kath and I were both woken at 4.30am by what sounded like a huge explosion from outside her window in the carpark. This blacked out all the units. Two weeks after that explosion, I was feeling disturbed about becoming involved in a proposal that had come my way and the refrigerator started its banging sounds. The fridge would also start this up whenever I thought about it from another room, as I approached the kitchen, or when I was reading about the afterlife. There was also a small rap in the structure that holds the light and fan over the stove, as well as the familiar sound of a marble dropping from inside the wall. There were a few light flickers in the bathroom and Kath again mentioned that the lights had been flickering on and off around her. She also told me that when she arrived home during the day the streetlight outside the front of our place had turned on. She also had streetlights blow out over her head several times in Darwin, while she was out at night on the weekends. I told her that the 'phenomena' seemed to be 'contagious' and that others had had the same things happen.
While sharing the house, Kath had invited friends over on two occasions for drinks before going out. I was twice their age, but they had insisted that I go out with them. On this particular night one of Kath's friends, who was a nurse, began to talk about her job when the subject of dying patients and NDEs (Near Death Experiences) came up. The moment she broached this subject, the overhead light on the verandah dimmed up and down very faintly six times. Having already had a few drinks, nobody noticed, except Kath and I. We both just froze and looked at each other as I pointed to the overhead light. Perhaps we thought if we kept still long enough, more would happen.
When we went out that night I had a feeling the unit would be broken into. This was a good excuse for me to come home early and avoid all the drunks staggering through the spilt fries and cigarette butts on Mitchell Street at closing time. The taxi driver said, "You left at a good time." Keeping an eye on the streetlights to my left on our way back to Nightcliff. I said to him, "I have a question for you. Have any streetlights ever gone out over your car when you drive around at night?"
He paused before answering, "As a matter of fact, they have - a couple of times."
I said, "I have a feeling one is going to go out now."
Then a streetlight to our left blew out. I was dropped home. The next morning the police were at the block of units interviewing residents after a break-in had occurred in the unit directly above us. After finding the double wire security screen doors off their hinges, I knew that it was our unit that had been targeted and that I must have disturbed the intruders by coming home early. |
