Over the years I have clairaudiently heard knocking during the night by my unseen friends. Sometimes, they’ve even made a sound that sounded like my front doorbell was being rung…to the point where at my Albuquerque house years ago, I got up in the middle of the night (with my gun) and looked. Other mediums have validated the knocking, meaning I didn’t mention it, but they did. Back at the Albuquerque house when this started, it was after I’d been burglarized and very traumatized. It was my Uncle Chuckie letting me know that he was guarding the house (and me) from then on. But, over the years, I have felt that it wasn’t always him.
My always bad insomnia has been extra bad lately due to COVID-19 stress and worry. Plus, I’m a “certain age” and it’s hard to sleep as a woman during this time of life. What little I sleep has been very interrupted and weird. I’ve been having “dreams” that have seemed more like astral events and spirit messages. I’m pretty sure a few have been out-of-body experiences involving me traveling around the universe and in different dimensions. I think because my sleep has been so in and out, it has kept me in a very receptive hypnogogic state a lot…and you are very receptive to spirit when in that in between state of awake and asleep.
In the wee hours of this morning (the veil is very thin around 4 a.m.) I recall hearing (with earplugs in my ears and a sleeping mask over my eyes…sooooo attractive) a frantic sounding KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! There was rapid and loud knocking. In the past, it’s been a less urgent couple of knocks. This was like someone pounding on my door. It was SO clear and loud I did almost get up…with my pink Walther PK380 semi automatic…to nervously check the front door. But, I then “knew” it was spiritual and not a rapist. So, I asked, “Who is it?” Not expecting an answer, I then heard, “Ted”. I vaguely remember asking, “What do you want?” But, now, I can’t recall if he said anything in reply. I then fell back to my fitful sleep.
(Side note: My sister has long since accused me of creating and/or attracting spirits to all of the places I’ve lived…and that they weren’t haunted UNTIL I moved in. Another side note: A friend years ago was convinced I had Exploding Head Syndrome – yes, it’s a thing – but nope! Granted, I do have neuro problems from the 3 neck injuries. But, EHS does not answer you and say it’s name is Ted!)
I forgot about what happened this morning, until…toward the middle of my long walk in nature…I suddenly remembered Theo! Many years ago after my life got weird in the 1990s, one of the first unseen friends that showed up was a spirit named Theo. He said that he was Theodore but I could call him Theo or Ted! I have not heard from him in EONS so I’d totally blanked! What makes me extra happy about this is that it lets me know that our friends in spirit are ALWAYS with us. He clearly has been waiting in the wings for many years…watching…observing. I’ve reconnected (at the perfect COVID-19 time) with a long lost friend.
I was going to try to have a full conversation with him this afternoon, but I’m just in a weird place. So, I’m not doing it today, but I will ask him to communicate soon. Unlike many people who are really missing human contact, I’m not missing people at all. This isolation is making me realize that I really LOVE isolation…with cats and fish. I’m quitting social groups left and right. Besides the fact I will NEVER shake hands with people again, I’m making other permanent changes in how I exist on planet Earth.
I should also mention that the sound of cowboy boots walking down the EMPTY St. James Hotel hallway in the fall of 2018 as the ghost knocked on each room’s door was VERY different than what I heard early this morning.