Also my nan (her mother) was very ill at the time, with my nan's dog Pixie at the vet's, suffering from kidney failure. On top of this my aunty (mother's sister) was about to go into hospital and my mother was set to become the sole 'carer' for my grandmother. The other link was that I had just picked up the latest issue of Action Magazine from Animal Liberation Victoria at the Darwin Post Office. As was the usual pattern, this particular number plate sequence had occurred one after the other along Dick Ward Drive, all within five to ten minutes.
I wrote in my journal, "What always baffles me about this form of communication was why the universe just doesn't have a form that I can understand, rather than it being relayed in this cryptic way?" Driving along this stretch of road had become like reading the daily newspaper. If I was sad there would be a number plate [HAPPY]. If I forgot to be happy, I would see that same number plate again and again. If I was feeling weak there would be plates like [STRONG] [POWER] [WOMAN] [FIT].
Yet I was still no closer to understanding how it could be happening in such a continuous and obvious way. Once I got home the wall light dimmed up and down and without even taking my mind off my work at the computer, I knocked on the desk twice with my right hand, (this was my way of asking, "If anyone is there, then give me two!") upon which the wall light responded by dimming up and down two times. Hence the 'phenomena' appeared to be slowly changing and evolving.
But a more obvious form was to occur in the future. On this occasion I had been having dreams of being with Binda. I had also been studying these two photographs of the dogs on and off for a couple of days and remembering Binda's body shape and the way I used to hold him. An hour before the incident had occurred I had been laying on the lounge reading a book called, The Physics of Angels by Mathew Fox and Rupert Sheldrake. I had also been visualising the dogs on the white mat and had said their names twice out loud, as if to call them. Then, later, as I was about to walk back out into the loungeroom I stopped dead in my tracks at the door. I immediately recognised the way in which the throwover was positioned on the lounge as being the silhouette of Binda. Normally whenever I got up, the throwover was just flattened or scrunched and flat up at the end. I asked myself if there was a chance that I could have somehow 'coincidentally' kicked the throwover into this shape as I got up.
But I had walked past the lounge several times and I had not noticed the throwover in this position. Also, where the two ears were standing up, it seemed to have been twisted together. My conclusion was that the 'angellic beings' were once again reassuring me of Binda's existence after death and also that it was a reminder that I had to remain in the right spiritual mindset in order to regain, continue and to understand this connection.
Whether angels actually exist, or whether this was caused by my desire to reconnect with Binda remains open to speculation. Feeling emotional after this incident, I stayed in for the night. I then realised that it was the 11th August and that Binda had died on 11th February, exactly 2 years and 6 months previously.
I will end this story with a string of concidental or synchronistic events that occurred while my mother was visiting me in Darwin since it involves us both as 'agents' and witnesses.
One night, while we were sitting on the back verandah, I was watching 'flashes of light' across the grass and in the mangroves. It was heading towards the end of the wet season. However there was no lightning or storm activity in the sky, so I just assumed that it was part of the 'phenomena'. I was not attempting to figure out where the flashes were coming from, as I could feel myself entering a relaxed state that was bordering on trance or self-hypnosis. While this was occurring my mother was sitting beside me talking on the phone to my grandmother back in Sydney. After she hung up she also began to see flashes of white light, without my having mentioned them to her.
