Ok, so let's talk about that sleep that I cherish so much but get so little of. Before we do that, since misery loves company, would you be so kind as to shut down your computer or other reading device and log back in at some other more unreasonable hour to continue reading, like say...3am.
Excellent, now I feel better. Today we were all suffering from migraines (yes, we all get those too) because none of us got any sleep last night. Was it a full moon, was there a major shift, or have we all "leveled up" (as my son calls it because that's what happens to the characters in his video games) our frequency? Last night was a wild night. For some reason I was up before midnight, and shortly after that the dog was looking to go out. This by itself was fascinating because only hours before, she had stolen one of my son's melatonin pills off the counter. Naturally, after recovering from my initial panic, I figured she would be out for the night. Then there was the spiritually based experience of each of my sons that caused them to wonder in multiple times between the hours of two and five. Sound like a regular night at your house? Keep reading.
I'll cut to the chase and get down to what really kept us up. My son was being contacted by a number of people while he was trying to sleep last night. While all warm and cuddled under his comforter, almost dozing off, he heard a man call his name. Of course, being a polite young man, my son replies, "What?", but he hears no response. A little while later the same discourse occurs again, but this time it's a woman's voice calling his name. According to my son, this goes on several more times over a few hours. Occasionally, he's the call would be his name and at other times he's hear someone call "Boy". Each time his reply when unanswered. It frustrated him enough that he finally said, "Look, if you're not going to tell me what you want then I'm going to go back to sleep." At that point, one of the voices, apparently reprimanding the others, yells "stop" and my son also picked up on a partial statement involving the word tormenting. Feeling the need to debrief that conversation, that's when he came in to me with wake up Number 4.
After we talked about it, we considered the possibility that these people might be his guides. They are the same voices that he's heard before. At other times they've called his name and asked him why he doesn't answer them. That was several months ago.
Knowing that this could go on all night, I prepared for additional wake ups. Sure enough I was treated to a detailed description of what we believe to be a spirit who visited him and simply "checked in on him". He described it as very similar to the way the heat looks when it radiates off the grill in the summer: kind of wavy. "When I opened my eyes, it was sort of standing at the foot of my bed and then it floated, I guess, over to the edge of my bed where my night stand is. I could tell it was leaning over me." Apparently, that's when he decided he had enough and he came in again complaining that he just couldn't sleep in there. Obviously, I just couldn't sleep in here either.
He was getting ready for school this morning when he mentioned off handedly, "Oh, yea. Mom, those glowing balls or orbs or whatever were zooming around our room again last night too." With that he headed out the door to school. "Bye, mom!"
Wait...again? How often does that happen? How many? Was I the only one losing sleep over this, really? Is this the way it is for him every night?
As much as we talk, I always feel like we haven't talked enough.
I still have questions. Something tells me I'm going to always have questions.
Deep breath.
