For nearly a month I have had no supernatural encounters. Then last night something twinkled into my consciousness - a silent, subtle keep it to yourself until you are instructed to share, then you will have your experiences again. I purposed in my heart to do just that, and this morning something happened. I did not share it all day, although I wanted to, and tonight I have been given the go-ahead by that little voice inside to type it here and share it with my mother tomorrow. Here is what happened:
I had just let my cat Greystoke out as I do every morning around 5am, before crawling back into bed for another hour or two. I was snuggling into the pillows when I heard my bedroom door open and the sound of rustling papers, as someone tiptoed across my lyrics strewn bedroom floor. I knew it couldn’t be Greystoke since I had just put him out, so I called out “mom?” but heard no answer back. As the presence moved toward me on the bed, I recognized it was my sister, Mary-Catherine. As she drew near, I began to feel a now-familiar sensation of tingling in my hands. My head began to whir with a kind of electric energy, and I felt my limbs becoming lighter, weightless. I knew I was entering into an astral state.
We communicated telepathically, my sister and I, as the tingling wave of electricity and accompanying lightness spread over my entire being. I asked Mary if she was okay. She said she was. I told her I knew she was in a dark place, and she emoted back in soothing tones, “only a little while longer.” I asked her what happened to her, why was she doing this stuff to herself? My mind flung questions at her but the bedroom seemed to melt away as the vision carried us off together…
We are at grandma Bettie and grandpa Chuck’s house. It is dark. I hold a package of four or five small, clear night light bulbs, about 2.5 inches in length. I peel open the package, pulling a single bulb out from beneath the snug plastic covering, and plug it into an electrical socket in the middle bedroom. The room lights up. There is no one in the room and I get the feeling that the house is empty. I move down the hallway, through rooms and past the kitchen to a place where there is no carpet, just red square tiles that feel cold and smooth on my bare toes. The thick scent of hibiscus hangs in the warm night air.
“Why are we here?” I ask, looking down at the remainder of the package of light bulbs in my hands.
I feel Mary’s presence beside me. “We’re going somewhere else,” her consciousness replies.
Suddenly we’re standing outside a fast food restaurant like a Burger King or Jack in the Box. It’s morning time, and she’s going in to order breakfast. There’s a sense of acknowledgment that the food is not good for her, but this is somewhere in the past and she is going to show me something.
A mother and her baby sit at a small two-person table against one of the glass windowed walls, near a corner where a TV is mounted. Mary climbs up on one of the chairs to turn off/up/down (?) the television set and slips ungracefully on her way down. The woman gasps. Mary has almost knocked her baby down.
I look at the baby, who is very small and looks only 6 or 7 months old, and see that the mother has perched her precariously on the edge of the little table, sitting up by herself with no high chair or anything to hold her up. Mary seems un-phased, but just so she isn’t embarrassed I say, “What does she expect, leaving the baby on the edge of the table like that?”
This is not about the baby, Mary tells me. She leads me out of the restaurant and I see an area with a picnic table and yellow grass and I get the feeling that dad used to go here. Wait, Mary used to go here. It started in high school. Are we in Eagle Point then? Shady Cove? I’m trying to put a name to the location, but I get the sense that the impression Mary’s showing me is of a spiritual place not a physical one.
She leads me to a giant tree and we enter into it. There is a room inside, filled with old toys - some are even valuable antiques. There are frozen moments in time suspended in the air like flat rectangles of projected holograms. They show high school. People are making fun of her. There are bad thoughts. Sexual perversions.
I become aware of the whirring of a vacuum cleaner and the sound of grinding coffee beans. I get up and walk into the kitchen where I tell my mother that I dreamed about Mary. She exclaims, “look what I just found,” and shows me a video camera with a home movie in it. She plays the movie and it appears to be of a high school presentation. Someone is playing the piano and it sounds very good. I realize it is Mary. Suddenly she hits a wrong note and she just stops.
“She hit a wrong note,” says mom.
Then something started happening. Violent shaking, like an earthquake. We tumble over and over.
“What just happened?” I ask. “It felt like a car crash.”
Suddenly mom and the kitchen melt away and I’m standing in a science laboratory where there are three semi-identical science experiments in various states of incarnation. Each experiment was contained in a glass case with a metal rod at the center. Upon each metal rod was a lump of strange material - like flesh colored clay - formed into a ball. Round about each metal rod and lump of clay swirled billions of brilliant, glittering tiny phosphorescent stars. I cannot begin to describe the brilliance of these stars!
The lump of material in one of the experiments had already formed a beautiful face. The other lumps had not yet begun to take on form, but in all three experiments the stars were swirling around and around. The power of God was at work. Changes were happening at the subatomic level. Chemical reactions. Creation.
Instantly I was flooded with the understanding that these were the souls of the three children - Christine, Mary, Charles. I was the one whose face had begun to take form, although I was not yet complete. While the other two experiments appeared as only lumps of clay on metal rods, the twinkling spirals of tiny glinting green and purple stars swirled around them with a profoundly magical energy. By this force, under natural laws, their creation had been set in motion. Though a cosmic mystery, they were in the process of taking shape.
xo
