Tempo:
It was an interesting place built on a pinnacle of rock directly over a small
river. We rented it through an agent, and never met or came in contact with
the owner. My wife and I took the master bedroom, which was on the main
floor.
About a week after we moved in, we went to bed and my wife fell asleep
almost immediately. I lay there in semidark-ness and looked through the
floor-to-ceiling windows at the night sky. Without willing it, I felt the familiar
vibrations begin, and wondered if it would be all right to let it happen in the
new location.,
Our bed was positioned off the north wall. To the right of the bed, if you were
lying down, was the door to the hall. To the left of the bed was the doorway
into the master bathroom.
I was just in the act of lifting out of the physical when I noticed something at
the doorway. It was a white form the general size and shape of a person.
Having become extremely cautious about "strangers," I waited to see what
would happen. The white form moved into the room, around the bed, and
passed within a foot of my side of the bed as it went into the bathroom. I
could see that it was a woman of medium height, with dark straight hair and
rather deep-set eyes, not young, not old.
She was in the bathroom only a few moments, then emerged and started
around the bed again. I sat up—non-physically, I'm sure—and reached out to
touch her, to see if I really could.
Seeing the motion, she stopped and looked at me. When she spoke, I could
hear her quite clearly. I could see the windows and drapes behind her and
through her.
"What are you going to do about the painting?" It was a woman's voice, and I
could see her lips move.
Not knowing what to say, I tried to give a satisfactory answer. I said I would
take care of it, do not worry.
With this, she smiled slightly. Then she reached out with both her hands and
took my hand in hers, clasping my hand between both of hers. The hands felt
real, normally warm and alive. She gave my hand a little squeeze, gently
dropped it, and moved around the bed and out the door.
I waited, but she did not return. 1 lay down, activated the physical, then slid out
of bed. I went to the hall door and looked into the other rooms. There was no
river. We rented it through an agent, and never met or came in contact with
the owner. My wife and I took the master bedroom, which was on the main
floor.
About a week after we moved in, we went to bed and my wife fell asleep
almost immediately. I lay there in semidark-ness and looked through the
floor-to-ceiling windows at the night sky. Without willing it, I felt the familiar
vibrations begin, and wondered if it would be all right to let it happen in the
new location.,
Our bed was positioned off the north wall. To the right of the bed, if you were
lying down, was the door to the hall. To the left of the bed was the doorway
into the master bathroom.
I was just in the act of lifting out of the physical when I noticed something at
the doorway. It was a white form the general size and shape of a person.
Having become extremely cautious about "strangers," I waited to see what
would happen. The white form moved into the room, around the bed, and
passed within a foot of my side of the bed as it went into the bathroom. I
could see that it was a woman of medium height, with dark straight hair and
rather deep-set eyes, not young, not old.
She was in the bathroom only a few moments, then emerged and started
around the bed again. I sat up—non-physically, I'm sure—and reached out to
touch her, to see if I really could.
Seeing the motion, she stopped and looked at me. When she spoke, I could
hear her quite clearly. I could see the windows and drapes behind her and
through her.
"What are you going to do about the painting?" It was a woman's voice, and I
could see her lips move.
Not knowing what to say, I tried to give a satisfactory answer. I said I would
take care of it, do not worry.
With this, she smiled slightly. Then she reached out with both her hands and
took my hand in hers, clasping my hand between both of hers. The hands felt
real, normally warm and alive. She gave my hand a little squeeze, gently
dropped it, and moved around the bed and out the door.
I waited, but she did not return. 1 lay down, activated the physical, then slid out
of bed. I went to the hall door and looked into the other rooms. There was no
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