After I'd been asleep for a while I had a dream. In the dream I had discovered that I was sharing my physical body with other 'selves' or 'beings'. The moment I made this discovery all the bulbs blew in my dream. As I roused myself into consciousness, I looked to my feet at the end of the bed where the square lamp bulb had just blown out. I got myself up in order to add this to my journal. I heard one low thump like thunder far off. It sounded like the front steps again. I had just recently thought, that square lamp never blows. Then it did. At 5.30am I switched on the light in the bathroom and it blew another bulb.
On 20th July in 2004, I arrived home from shopping at 3.20pm and I heard a mallet rap from inside the house. I didn't check the lamps but as I walked down to the main bedroom, I noticed that a touch lamp had switched on to the lowest setting. I went into the study to check my email and pat Kindi. I thought of putting the silver lamp on. When I looked up the lamp on the filing cabinet had switched on. I thought, at this rate I may not need to use my fingers in order to switch on the lamps! At 7.42pm there was a medium mallet rap to the roof near the second bedroom. My mood was calm and alert. I had been writing on my multiplicity of consciousness. After I wrote the line, "I did what I now call channeling and observing while the other self takes control" there was a loud rap. I trusted that the house wouldn't be too active during the night. I thought, it's like I am being subjected to this every night in my own home.
At 4.00pm on 21st July in 2004, the touch lamp in the main bedroom on the left side of the queen-sized bed switched onto its lowest setting while a tradesman was working in the house. At 7.56pm there was a loud mallet rap over the roof in the second bedroom. At 11.32pm I heard three knocks out in the loungeroom. It sounded like the knocks that I'd heard when I was sitting near The Andy Bar. I thought to myself, if that bar 'emits' knocking again, then it's going to the op shop! At 1.01am there was a loud bang from downstairs that sounded like the shudder of a washing machine when it switches cycles.
At 8.43am on 22nd July in 2004, the right touch lamp in the main bedroom came on. At the time I was puzzling over an answer to a question. This had happened a lot before, that is, I'd asked something in my own mind and the main bedroom touch lamps had come on as if to answer. I came to understand this 'lamp response', as a 'positive response' or 'an affirmation of some kind'. At 12.43pm the touch lamp in the loungeroom went up a setting. Before that I had heard several small mallet bangs on the front verandah roof. At 5.30pm the touch lamp in the loungeroom turned up from the first setting to the second setting again. At approximately 9.30pm there was a medium mallet bang to the wall next to the phone, but outside the house.
Then there was complete silence for a week, after which there were several occasions where the knocking and rapping followed me from room to room. Each room I walked into was accompanied by a loud rap on the wall. While I have no idea what what causing these sounds or where they were coming from, it seemed like there was something outside the house that was hitting the walls wherever I walked. The more afraid I became, the faster I walked and the faster it appeared to occur. It was as if I was being chased, stalked in my own home. Whenever I started to become really afraid it would stop. I began to notice that it followed certain patterns of behaviour, depending on what I was thinking and feeling at the time. It was a developing force that seemed to occur outside myself. While it seemed to respond to my thoughts, I had no control over it.
During September in 2004, I made the decision to sell the house at Ridgehaven Circuit. The reasons were mainly financial. Being so ill I had no way of bringing in any money to assist in the upkeep of the place and I wasn't phyically strong enough to look after it on my own. There was also another reason for leaving. I didn't want Binda or Kindi dying in that house. As odd as it sounded, I had the distinct and unnerving feeling that if they died there, their spirits would become trapped in some kind of energy field. I feared that they would somehow become a part of 'the haunting'. This was an instinctive response to what I knew was an unsual situation. I wanted their 'essences' or 'energies' to be free. I also needed to move us to a place that was easy to maintain and where the dogs would be comfortable.
We had to live in a place without steps, because as the dogs became older, they would not be able to get down them and I was too weak to lift them. There had already been the thumping up the stairs, then Tricia and myself falling down them. Then Kindi had finally fallen backwards down four steps. I had managed to catch her, since I was always close behind. There had also been an odd incident one night after I had taken the dogs out to the frontyard. The fluorescent light that I normally left switched on at the bottom of the stairs had blown a tube. Then as the dogs and I had climbed the stairs back up to the front verandah, I heard the 'click click' of the switch on the torch that I was carrying switching itself off in my hand, leaving the dogs and I in almost total darkness halfway up the stairs. I certainly didn't turn that torch off, but something else had!
