Over the past twenty-four hours, something beautiful has happened to myself and my wife. It must have started sometime after nine last night. We first noticed it at close to one this morning.
Anne had gone to bed around nine. I was sitting up as I usually do. When I last looked at the clock, it was around ten thirty. Suddenly Anne appeared in the doorway. She had a rather perplexed expression on her face. She said, “What’s going on? What’s all the noise?” I looked up at her confused. There wasn’t any noise. Nothing was going on. She said, “What’s that on TV? Is that the NFL?” The television was dark.
Thinking perhaps she’d been awakened by a dream, I got up and went to her saying that she should go back to bed. As we went into the bedroom, I was stunned to see that it was twelve forty three. But how could that be? Where had the time gone. I said, “It’s so late. I’m coming to bed, too.”
I got into bed and turned over, and had the odd impression that I’d just returned from a trip. But I hadn’t been on any trip. I’d been sitting in the living room in the dark. Hadn’t I?
A curious joyousness was in my blood and in my bones. I wanted to laugh, but I was very tired and soon fell asleep.
When morning came, I felt absolutely devastated. I cannot remember waking up feeling like that since December 27, 1985, the morning after the close encounter that led to the writing of Communion. I was just simply hollowed out. I felt as if I’d been on a long, long journey. I realized that I had missing time.
Anne said that there had been noise in the living room, a lot of noise and light. I also remembered light. I remembered a feeling of rising upward and thinking, ‘it’s just like when I was a kid,’ and being very happy.
At ten in the morning, it came time to interview Sonia Barrett for this week’s Dreamland. Shortly before the interview, I looked her up on the website to see what we’d done in the past. At that point, I was well aware of the fact that there had been some sort of close encounter during the period of missing time that night.
I have to tell you, I was just plain shocked to my core when I read this, from the description of the last interview with Sonia: “Two nights ago, I had a ‘healing’ dream that may have involved a close encounter. It moved from terror to shocking revelation. Then, then next morning, I interviewed Sonia Barrett for Dreamland. On the spur of the moment, I asked her to do one of her consultations for me, and the results were absolutely explosive. Some important, life-changing events from my childhood suddenly became crystal clear, leading to a freeing insight of a kind I have never before known.”
In other words, the last time I interviewed Sonia, the same thing had happened shortly before. Now, nothing like this has ever happened to me before, not in all my experience on the radio. Nothing.
So I have to ask, ‘why Sonia?’ I think that it’s clear enough that she’s been singled out. I think I know why: it’s because of what she talks about and how she does it. Her message is about the matrix of reality and how it is programmable. She has a knack for explaining this in a very clear manner, and that’s why I think that attention is being called to her.
As far as Anne and I are concerned, it was one of the first experiences that Anne has participated in, so that was exciting for us. On Dreamland, she tells about what she noticed. Also, though, while we were taping the show, something made a very strange, fluttering sound in our studio. We both noticed it and commented on it as it happened. We’ve been noticing a lot of presence in the apartment lately, sighs, the sound of breathing, seeing movement in the corners of our eyes, in addition to the persistent presence of a ghost that appears to be Anne’s father.
Obviously, our time together in this life is drawing to a close. Sooner or later, she is going to move on, and I think that this has to do with her family coming around her, preparing to receive her soul. She has done a great work in her life, and I think that there is a lot of joy surrounding her. I certainly feel it. This is not a sad time in our life, but rather a time of discovery and adventure, filled with joy and the most extraordinary sense of the holy.
That’s how the experience of the last twenty-four hours feels: holy. I had always dreaded the time of life we are now in, but it turns out to be the most joyous time either of us has ever known. Darkness surrounds us but does not gather us. The light we have always known was there shines through our bodies now, transfiguring us and suffusing within us the sacred emblem of our marriage.
What a time these past hours have been. The coming of Anne’s family, the joyous, fun experience with Sonia, the sense of being lifted up in light—all so filled with wonder. Our life together in its young days and along the halls of the years has always been a great adventure. Now that we face the great unknown and the parting that these years brings, the joy is, if anything, even greater. So many of the cares of life are gone. We’ve done all that. We came here, Anne and I, to square the circle, and that is exactly what we have done.
A grace note: just at this moment, ten fifty-eight on the night of the 12th, as I finished this entry, there came a light tap on the glass door that leads to our deck, then another on a bookcase opposite me, then another on the door of our bedroom, then another about two inches from my head, on the back of the chair where I’m sitting. Clear, purposeful sounds. Real.