My mother described them as 'flashes of horizontal white light'. "Look, there go another two, one that way and the other one that way." She showed me with her hands. While I looked I did not see the same lights that my mother was seeing. I was seeing my own light display. Again, the moment I relaxed and stopped focusing I saw them. My mother said, "It must be my eyes."
"It's not your eyes or anything to do with being outside," I insisted. "This happens to me inside the unit and outside it."
The car alarm had also started to go off randomly and this occurred whenever anyone came into the house that I felt nervous about having there, or just as I took myself off to bed.
The night before I had dreamt that I was staring at a trellis at Boonah Avenue, which was my grandparents' old place in Matraville back in New South Wales. In the dream I could hear Binda whimpering behind it. But in the dream he was a spirit. "Binda," I called out with my arms open and, as I felt his spirit leap towards me, the touch lamp on the bedside table that had been turned off, turned on in my face waking me up. I felt like I was being 'looked after', and that perhaps a sudden rush of electricity into the lamp might have to do with 'consciousness' interacting with matter. But again, I still did not know how any of this could be happening, only that it was okay that it did.
While my mother was in Darwin we decided to go out to Litchfield National Park for the day. I thought that it would be nice to go in the wet season when nobody was there. On our way out of Darwin, my mother and I were talking about red hair dye. There was then a number plate that said [RUBIRED]. This is also one of my mother's nicknames. Then another one immediately following that said [REDRUM] and then later in the day another with the word 'RED' on it. I knew, as soon as [RUBIRED] came up, that 'the consciousness' was attempting to get my mother's attention, since it had occurred in conjunction with our conversation and also her dog was called 'Ruby'. It happened again around half an hour later when we were out at Palmerston. Three number plates [MRS H] [QANTAS] [EXPLORE] appeared in that order within a few minutes. It was as though we had entered 'the zone'. My mother used to be called 'Mrs H'. She had caught 'Qantas' to Darwin and she was known as being distracted and restless and always seemed to be keen to 'explore' her immediate surroundings.
Litchfield National Park was beautiful in the wet. It was a day of dark skies and misty rain, the strong smell of earth, termite mounds concealed amongst the long grasses and miles of thundering cascading waterfalls, where large salt water crocodiles had been sighted in the calm pools of water and reeds below. Several things happened that day out at Litchfield that added to our lengthening list of coincidental 'phenomena'.
The first thing that happened was that I narrowly missed hitting a wallaby. I had been driving slower when this incident had occurred, after I had been told, one will jump out in front of you earlier that day. At the same instant I braked, I glanced to my right and there was a small road sign with the number 12 on it. I then turned to my mother and said, "That's them. We're on the right path." But I am thinking now, perhaps it would have been more accurate to say, that the number twelve is one of their 'calling cards' and we were entering 'the zone'. Expect more things to start happening from now on, but don't look for them.
As we continued driving out of Litchfeld National Park, my mother and I were talking about poetry and I was telling her how the 'angelic beings' or 'guides', as we were now refering to them, wanted me to come back out here and write poetry about the landscape. I had heard the angels singing again at Tolmer Falls while we were at the lookout. The second I said that, a sign loomed up in front of us that said, 'Poet Street'. This seemed an odd place for a street, let alone one with that particular name at that particular time. Then we were both talking about someone going down the rapids at Buley Rockhole on a rubber tyre and suddenly a rubber tyre turned up on the left hand side of the road at precisely that same moment.
Then I thought, all we need is a number plate with 666 on it. Then the only car on the road that passed us had [6651]. I said to my mother, "Add the 1 and the 5 and that's good enough for me - 666." I was then told, there will 'be a sign' on the Stuart Highway, followed by you will break down or come close to hitting an animal. I thought it might be another wallaby so I continued to drive carefully. While driving along the Stuart Highway, I saw a broken down car. Then the 4WD appeared to have a some kind of fuel blockage. I was also able to avoid hitting a labrador that two people had let to run onto the road.
