Have you seen/met Mr. Black-Hat?
I haven't. But I am pretty sure he hangs around my head-space implanting things now, and again. By Him, or one of his people. It may sound off, but
I personally believe that some of our thoughts arrive from outside ourselves. I wonder how many people are influenced without even realizing it? That
the thought they just had
... could not/might not be their own. I have read of people being influenced in their sleep by voices they later
record, but can't make sense of (right here in ATS). Which strikes a chord for me.
A few weeks ago (we've been having weird weather, pretty sure it's an El Nino year), I was running around my home, trying to close all the windows,
as it had gotten too hot, and I decided to kick on the AC. Moving from room to room, I was unhesitating, as one is wont to be when performing such a
miniscule task. Like the lord of my castle, I moved effortlessly through my home, so I didn't even think to stop at my mother's bedroom door (knew
she was asleep, so no walking in on anything... embarrassing). I do this little two-tap knock, to let her know that it is me, and that I am coming in.
This particular time, I wasn't thinking consciously, just acting, so there was no fear.
I didn't even change the pace of my step as I knocked my little two-tap knock, much faster this time than usual, as I was in a bit of a hurry to get
back to a game. Now, I am all about the mind playing tricks, I know when my fears are playing with me, or (usually, with a little self-reflection)
when Mr. Black-Hat is. This particular time, I was sure
that what I experienced was NOT a figment of my imagination. Remember, I was
blank-minded, running practically on auto-pilot (as I call it, no real conscious thought, just a focus and a flow), when I walked into the room. Her
(my mother's) bed, is directly in front of the bedroom door. So, to close the windows, I have to angle myself just a bit as I walk into the room.
Knowing this (unconsciously, as I have done it repeatedly), I angled myself to the correct course before
I opened the door, so that it would be
as smooth, and efficient as possible (game was waiting!).
As such, when I entered the room, I wasn't/didn't look directly at my sleeping mom. I was actually looking at the window itself, from the moment I
opened the door. The next part gives me a bit of a chill. Over the sound of the fan that she runs while she sleeps, and over the sound of the AC
pumping out of the vent, I heard something talking
You have to realize at this point, that despite years of loud rock n' roll, I still have good hearing, especially in enclosed spaces (more things
for the sound to bounce off of). Also, I have discovered throughout my life, that I have good 3 dimensional recognition, it is actually my strong
point, other than problem-solving. Being able to recognize patterns, shapes, spaces, and direction
, is one of my strengths.
So more than one thing immediately registered as wrong
. Do you understand? I am the kind of person, that can walk into my space, and know when
someone has been moving things, messing with my stuff, because I instinctively recognize that the space is different. So too was this. I hesitated, at
first (remember, auto-pilot), so I actually had to take a split second to register, and dissect what I had just heard. When I did, the other
things instantly became recognizable to me. Being that: A) Mom was asleep, and B)the voice I heard was NOT a sleeping persons. Nor did it
come from the area of her bed, but directly beside
of it. When I stopped (and you have to remember, this all happened in the area of a few
seconds time, like machine gun fire, the revelations kept coming), I realized that the words were not only NOT English, but they were not even
feminine, or IMO, even human. It was fairly guttural, and odd. Like no voice, or voice-altering mechanism I have ever heard.
I looked directly at the spot, and I saw nothing. But I felt
something. We were not alone in that room. My next actions, actually surprised
me. Instead of a dread fear, I felt instead, a sort-of bristling. I felt like a mama bear myself! As soon as I instinctively recognized a threat to my
loved one, I moved to aggression. I'm not sure I have ever felt that way, but I felt as if I WAS IN THE RIGHT, and IT WAS WRONG TO BE THERE. I spoke
to it, as they tell you to do. Although, 'spoke' is a lighter term, I actually COMMANDED it! Threatened it! I said to it (in no uncertainty): "You
better leave her ALONE!" I practically growled
it. I tell ya what, I'm not sure how I would have done it, but I left it all
on the floor when I promised it, in inflection alone, that I would not stop, until I found some way to hurt
I stood there, for a few seconds longer, as if to punctuate the point. That was it, though. No flash of light. No hissing or screaming or cursing. No
real outward sign that anything at all had happened. I walked over, and closed the windows, walked out, and reflected on what had just happened.
A few days later, and it is as if she were a new woman again. Her physical pain has decreased. Her physical age seems less pronounced. She has
energy, she hasn't had in years. Was it my involvement? I firmly believe that there is no such thing as coincidence. I have a face-off against
something invisible, in my mother's room, and a few days later, she is physically, and mentally showing signs of improvement? IMO, therein is the
answer. Ever since then, she has had her ups and downs, but still seems to be showing signs of physical and spiritual uplifting. She came into my room
a little earlier today, and showed me her hands.
She suffers from that nasty arthritis that cripples older folks. Today, she showed me her hands, and asked me: "Do you notice anything different?"
As women do. I looked, being the generally good, and obliging son, and at first, saw nothing. As I am not as used to her physicality as she is. So she
explained. "You can see my knuckles!" To the lay person, this is meaningless. Even I missed what she was talking about, at first. So she explained
more: "Normally, my knuckles are all red and swollen, you can't see them." Something that has been bothering her for years, up and just seems to be
fading away. This is, of course, not a Doctor's estimation, it is based on my personal experience with someone I am fairly familiar with. She hasn't
been this lively in a long time, and I am happy to see it.
I have had para-natural experiences all my life. But for the past few years or so, they seem to be increasing in frequency, and intensity. Leading
where? I don't know. All I can say, is that "There are more things in Heaven, and Earth Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." Be aware.
P.S. I have never before this moment used the word 'para-natural,' I honestly thought I was quite clever in that. Then, I googled it.
was one of the first responses. Still
believe in coincidence?