Night Visitor

Last week, I wasn't sleeping well.  A myriad of things went through my mind.  It had been a week of knowings.  Premonitions.  For friends.  For family.

If  you are blessed with psychic ability, you know you have to be careful with what you share.  Most people don't have a platform with which to accept new information about themselves and their future.  So you store it.  Stored for that time when it is safe for them.  Safe for you to remember.

Nearly sound asleep, a presence in the room awakened me.  From under the covers the presence felt huge. Solid.  Benevolent.  I wasn't scared - they was no reason to be.  But I was absolutely exhausted.   With little energy, I pulled the covers completely over my head.  I had no time for this.  Sleep kept calling and I dozed off.

Suddenly, the presence felt commanding.  Like I was being summoned.

I had learned lifelong to pay attention to senses.  Knowings.  Intuition.  Whether I could see anything did not matter.  I could feel that.  I readjusted my head. It was time.

Peeling back from the white, organic top sheet, I lifted my head off the pillow.  A large dark presence was visible at the foot of my bed.  It was just after midnight. A new moon would ensue in a few days.  It was a time of cleansing.  A deeper one now. Letting go in huge ways.  There had been reminders for the past few months.  But time was quickening.

In weeks before, I would hear the crinkling of my comforter yet I wasn't moving.  Once, I even crinked it to see if I could duplicate the sound.  I could not.  It required a hand and body larger than mine.  And,  I was especially tired that time.

Earlier in the day I had been working outside, moving flowers and transplanting them to a better location.  More light.  More drainage. More releasing.

Then there were the chimes, the bells, sounds that came from the direction of my LLBean Moonbeam clock.  Except it doesn't make those sounds.  Nor does my cell phone. But this isn't the first time I have heard these sounds.  It happened three nights before this time.

Then there have been crashing sounds outside my home at night. Not a thing was broken.  No evidence.  Nada.

Something is watching me.  A night visitor.