Lonely Robin & Other Tales

Last night was strange for occasionally I am awoken as new ideas flooded my mind. It is usually ideas that then I write about. Last night it was a flood of memories. The first one was about a lonely Robin Red Breast bird that when my wife and I have driven back late from a course we had run; there perched under a street light in the middle of the night with no cars passing and no people was a little robin singing its heart out. We saw it several times and as robins only sing when its light, the street light must have led it to sing so joyously. This was at 3 in the night.

Apparently artificial light often triggers the singing of the robin.

To see and hear the robin sing click on RobinRedBreast  

Tale Two

While walking home alone along a road I had walked hundreds of times; I was suddenly hit by an enormous feeling of fear which I felt told me to get as far away from the road as I could. It was a country road in the UK, and a car was stopped in the middle of the road to turn right into a factory yard, because cars were coming the other way. I went as far away as I could into the hedge. Then I heard a scream of tires on the wet road, and a car which obviously couldn’t stop flashed up onto the pavement and went between me and the parked car and onwards. My fear disappeared and I said, “Thank you” to whatever had caused such an amazing warning.

Tale Three

 ‘At about two or three in the morning my wife Olive and I were suddenly awoken from sleep by a noise. As we lifted our heads to hear we identified it as the handle on our children’s bedroom door being turned. The house only had two bedrooms, and the children’s room was directly opposite ours. Both of us had the same thought – ‘Oh no, it’s the children again.’ Much to our annoyance they had been waking in the middle of the night claiming it was morning and time to play. We had tried to suppress it, but here it was again.

As these thoughts went through our minds we heard the sound of feet clomping down the stairs. This was strange as the children usually stayed in their room. Olive got up determined to get whoever it was back into bed. I heard her switch the light on, go down the stairs, switch the sitting room light on, and I followed her via the sounds of her movement as she looked in the kitchen and even toilet – we didn’t have a bathroom. Then up she came again and opened the children’s door – strange because we had assumed it had been opened. When she came back into our room she looked puzzled and a little scared. ‘They’re all asleep and in bed’ she said.

We talked over the mystery for some time trying to understand just how we had heard the door handle rattle then footsteps going down the stairs, yet the door wasn’t open. Also, the door handles on our doors were too high for the children to reach without standing on a chair. There was a stool in the children’s bedroom they used for that, yet it wasn’t even near the door when Brenda opened it.

Having no answer to the puzzle we stopped talking and settled to wait for sleep again. Suddenly a noise came from the children’s bedroom. It sounded like the stool being dragged and then the door handle turning again but the door not opening. ‘You go this time’ Olive said, obviously disturbed.

I opened our door quickly just in time to see the opposite door handle turn again. Still the door didn’t open. I reached across, turned the handle and slowly opened the door. It stopped as something was blocking it. Just then my daughter H’s small face peered around the door – high because she was standing on the stool. Puzzled by what had happened, I was careful what I said to her. ‘What do you want love?’ I asked.

Unperturbed she replied, ‘I want to go to the toilet.’ The toilet was downstairs, through the sitting room, and through the kitchen.

Now I had a clue so asked, ‘Did you go downstairs before?’

‘Yes’ she said, ‘but mummy sent me back to bed!’.’

Mostly such experiences are described from the point of view of the person projecting from their body and are therefore difficult to corroborate. Here, three people experience the event in their own way. From my and Olives point of view what happened caused sensory stimuli, but only hearing. H’s statement says that she was sure she had physically walked down the stairs and been sent back to bed by her mother. I and Olive felt there was a direct connection between what they were thinking and feeling – ‘get the children back to bed’ – and what H. experienced as an objective reality.

What I feel certain about is that ghostly noises are often not dead people parading about but the living wandering in their dreams.

I  believe they take place in a dimension different than our three  dimensions. It enabled Helen to walk through solid doors and create  sound in or own limited dimension. I don’t have a clue how it is done.

Tale Four

Tale Four
“The first time it happened to me I was totally unprepared for what happened. There was almost an unendurable pain, that I felt occurring while living with my wife and her family. Every time I came home the grinding pain would begin in my belly. I mean literally a physical pain. I picked fault with her and felt I was going mad. It got so bad a few days ago I couldn’t talk to or get near anybody. Yesterday I exploded over her mother’s action in our home.

That day my wife had gone out with her mother and I was left alone in our house. For the first time in my life I had a tremendous desire to go out and get drunk to drown the pain and avoid the madness. Instead of that I went off in my car to moorland and explored the feelings to see if I could find out what was going on. As I lay in the car it was as if I searched through my whole mind and psyche to see, or to find, the madness. Everything seemed healthy and normal. So, I went searching again with the same result. It seems I had a healthy and sturdy structure in my mind. So, this time I asked a different question, not ‘What is wrong with my mind?’ but ‘What is causing such pain?’ – and what I found was that I had an intuition that her mother was trying to influence my wife to get rid of me, and take over the house so they could live together. When I got home I put this to my wife, she said her mother had been talking in that vein. This was like an enormous load taken of me. And for the first time I realised that people could enter into one unconsciously and cause great pain.”

This was truly strange. I had experienced difficult feelings about my mother in law, but I had never suspected she was plotting to get me out of my wife’s life and take over the house! In past ages that would have been named witchcraft and the woman or man found responsible burned at the stake. Unfortunately, it was used to get rid of people indiscriminately.

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