For the last week or so I've been waking at 3 a.m. Not a quick stir awake for a moment then drift back to sleep kind of waking....no this is a full wide awake kind of waking that forces me to get out of bed and just BE AWAKE for awhile. Usually I come here to the computer. One night my inbox told me that I'd gotten a message from Lori-Lyn at 3. I thought maybe her energy had reached out to me thru the night, but no she'd actually sent it at 12, not 3 like the computer said.
It's very curious that I'd be waking this way. I've never been prone to any sleep issues. In fact, my sleep habits are thankfully rhythmic and simple. I usually sleep seven to eight hours of every 24. I can stay awake all night when the mood strikes and still function. I can sleep just about anywhere...parties..planes..floors..the ground. Yes, I've been pretty blessed in the "ability to sleep" department and this waking at 3 is weird.
I was a little bugged by it until last night at the monthly meeting of C.R.A.B.S. when Lori-Lyn mentioned that waking at 3 a.m. is significant in the paranormal world. It's a time when psychic phenomena peaks. She said maybe a spirit was trying to speak to me.
My heart and head went to James E. Tittletoo and I was no longer bothered by the sleep interruption. Wouldn't that just be grand? Wouldn't that just be the greatest, if my friend who I so admired was calling to me from another dimension? I was so intrigued with the idea that I came home and told Hap about it then got online and googled "waking at 3 a.m.". Not that I ever doubted it, but Lori-Lyn had spoken with authority. Go to the link and see for yourself.
Last night, just like the previous nights before, I woke up at 2:59 a.m. Instead of grumbling or flipping my pillow and trying to get back to sleep, I tried to be an open vessel... ready to hear any messages that might be coming my way. Simon had fallen asleep in our bed and he stirred beside me, mumbling in his sleep, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. I closed my eyes and sent my own message..."Hello!" Images of Jamie appeared in my head. Words like freedom, peace and joy whirled and echoed around me.
I know this may sound hokey to some. I actually have a healthy skepticism myself. There are certainly perfectly rational explanations for all that I've been describing. Trust me. I've thought of them all myself, but I do enjoy dipping my toes into other worlds...imagining that the ones dear to me who have passed are close by. I'm sorry to tell you now that if there is a party of spirits in my room at night, then it could be a fairly large party. Yes, there are a host of loving relatives and friends who could be trying to speak to me, but the evidence all points to Jamie.
Memories of...thoughts of...dreams of...and sadness for Jamie is always floating there with me in these early days after his passing. It only makes sense that it would be him tapping me awake in the night...telling me that he is free and at and peace...telling me that we're all free and at peace...we only have to choose to be that way.. to be true to oneself...and to continually strive to celebrate life and all the wondrous gifts surrounding us...telling me to come to the computer and tell you...Of course it's him. Isn't that what he was always saying in life, through his very actions and deeds?