It is 6:15 am and the sun was not even up yet, so why was I? I brushed my teeth and put my red curly hair up into a ponytail and walked into the kitchen. The kids would be up soon, Rico would be leaving for a two week job in Portland and I would then be alone with the day stretching before me. Oh, the possibilities!
Carmen stumbled out of bed first, grabbed the Reese's Puffs and poured it into a bowl with her obligatory spoonful of peanut butter mashed onto the side (a trick learned from their dad). Sylvia soon followed, asking if I could make her a lunch. Dean grumbled his way down the hall to the bathroom eventually emerging as a somewhat coherent teenage boy. Kissed four times on the cheek; my brood was gone.
The sun was now fully up. I opened my kitchen windows fully to let in the cool clean air. My chimes were twinkling in the the breeze. I have a penchant for collecting them and at least 10 hang on trees and eaves around my yard. Taking a deep breath, I sat down at my laptop, flipped the lid and prepared to read my emails. Perhaps, just for fun, I would Google psychic twin connections. I also thought about making an appointment with my doctor for an MRI. I had pushed the voice and its message to the back of my thoughts, not wanting to deal with the implications just yet.
As my computer booted up, a text from my sister came through. She told me she had a dream last night. One she had experienced many times as a child. Although I would need more detail regarding the dream to verify the similarity to the vision I had, at this point, a psychic twin connection seemed plausible. Cool. Strange that we "reconnected" at this time. I wonder if the shadow is forcing us to open up, or maybe God, or our angels, are forcing us to connect in order to protect each other? Interesting question.
Again, as the night before, a memory stirred. Kiara and I were living in a three bedroom two bath two story condo with Robin, a high school friend of ours. Back in the 80's, this little condo cost us $570 a month, unbelievable. I roomed upstairs while Kiara took the master bedroom downstairs.
We had all retired for the night and sleep was about to take me when I noticed a black form standing at the foot of my bed. I froze; my heart slowed and I couldn't think. I felt like a child when nightmares would awaken me and I was so frightened I couldn't call out for my mom. Suddenly, I heard Kiara's footsteps taking the stairs two at a time as she hurried to my room.
"What's the matter? Are you alright?" she asked.
"I don't know. I thought I saw a human shaped shadow at the foot of my bed. It's gone now. How did you know?" I wondered.
Standing in my doorway, back lit by the hall light, I saw her shrug. "Don't know. Just sensed something might be wrong." She then turned and trudged back down to her room.
A cloud just passed across the sun, dimming the kitchen momentarily. I got up and walked outside onto the lawn. Under the oak trees, I sat and thought about the shadows. I put my hands on the ground and asked God if we were seeing things. I felt a pulse under my palms. Curious, I looked down to see if I had placed my hands on a bug, but no, just weeds and clover disguising themselves as grass.
I shut my eyes, focused my thoughts, opened my eyes and began to pray. A verse from Psalm 23 came to mind..."He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul." I felt the pulse again and realized I had just made some kind of connection. With what, I'm not sure. I am part of God's creation so maybe He was attempting to contact me, restore my spirit, through His creation.
Observe, Rihanna. Remember the epiphany you had the other night about observing the world around you. Shadows could be overcome by light, but without the light, there would be no shadows. Now I was thinking in circles. I stood up to call Kiara.
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