As soon as my mother plugged the touch lamps in her bedroom into the wall they started to turn on by themselves. She then told me that she had sat in the loungeroom, watching the lights flicker against the bedroom wall like a strobe. A week later my mother and a friend were sitting at the dining table, when a bulb blew clean out of its socket and shattered glass over the top of them. For the entire bulb to blow out the way it did, it would have had to have rotated itself at least a centimetre in its socket.
My mother's new partner was an electrician. He told her that he had never seen anything like that happen before. I said to my mother that I thought that whatever or whoever had done this, may have wanted to get her attention in some way, but may not have known their own strength. Of course I was only guessing.
The next four bulbs to blow in my unit back in Darwin were also more dramatic than usual. Two small bulbs blew out in the blue star wall lamp, completely breaking it, and two standard light bulbs in the ceiling lights became stuck in their fittings, so that they had to be prised and wedged out with a pair of pliers, the charred dust crumbling into the hands of the tradie who replaced them. A few months later he came back, but this time he refused to touch the lights, after I was apparently struck in the collar bone by what appeared to be a jolt of electricity coming from the empty light socket twelve feet away. When I looked up it was facing me like the hollow barrel of a gun. I said, "That thing is turned at me! I just got a shock from it." He agreed that it had not been turned towards me a moment ago when he had removed the globe, after which he could not seem to get out of the house fast enough, leaving me to change them!
The next light to blow, exploded over the top of my head, the fitting filling with shattered glass, just as I had the thought about going to the beach, where I suspected I would see a UFO.
My mother also saw a number plate that seemed to stick in her mind, one that said [REPENT]. I said that I was being told that three number plates were going to come up with connections to this word and for her to be aware, but not to look for them, because then it wouldn't happen. The next day while driving back to Nightcliff from Darwin along the Stuart Highway, three number plates appeared in front of me in quick succession with the words [TRINITY] [YOU] [MUM] followed by three streetlights being on during the day at the Fannie Bay turn off.
On top of what was happening for me, my family, who either disbelieved in or were not interested in the paranormal, began to experience some unsual things. My grandmother had reported seeing someone standing outside her window out of the corner of her eye. She had also seen small white wisps and flashes of light in the room around her face. My aunty had seen my deceased grandfather standing at the top of the stairs at her house in Redcliffe, Queensland. She said that he had been fully dressed and visible, just as he had been when he was alive, and that he was staring straight ahead with an expressionless face.
My aunty rushed up the stairs calling his name, but when she looked up he had vanished. My aunty and cousin also saw my grandfather's old house-paint splattered shoes with his ankles standing inside them in the loungeroom several times, before they too seemed to vanish. We all seemed to be experiencing some kind of link between the living and the dead, between the physical world and the spirit world, between myself and a continually creating and evolving benevolent universal consciousness that I also refer to as God, and, most amazingly, between this reality and a multitide of other perceptual realities.
Another series of plates occurred within ten minutes after I'd been told, there will be a sign for your mother and you. They were as follows: [MUM] [DYNASIS - found to mean when looked up online, 'group of elements which have the essences of forces'] [FAITH] [PETS] [ACTION] [CARER] [666]. This set was particularly revelant to my mother at the time, because it was the second anniversary of the deaths of Kindi, Binda and my grandfather (her father) for whom she had been a carer.
