Nocturnal Journal Part 3
Thor’s Day June 14, 2018 ~ Edited July 24, 2018
Tarot cards drawn on day of writing: 2 of swords, and the judges card.
When I woke the clock said it was 8:43 AM. I’d never felt so lost and confused ever in my life.
This it seemed was becoming a habit. Every morning for the past couple of weeks I had been waking around 2:30 or 3 AM and being unable to go back to sleep.
Then around 6 or so I’d become so tired I simply could no longer hold open my eyes, would find my way to the loveseat or bed and collapse into a heap for at least 2 or more hours.
The day before I’d slept nearly 3 hours and had awakened the same way.
At first, I thought I was just feeling the effects of sleeping so hard. It seemed I slept more soundly during these morning naps than during my night-time sleeps which were always restless and filled with miserable and frightening dreams.
But this morning, this morning was different.
I’d awakened with the certainty that I had been somewhere and come back. In fact, it felt quite like it was another day.
When I checked the date on my phone though it read that it was the same day.
What was going on? I couldn’t figure it out but somehow something was happening to me during these morning sleeps.
Was it out of body experiences? Maybe, but it felt somehow more than that. To me it seemed that when I first woke there was a presence in the room and as I became aware of it, it automatically disappeared. It was like I wasn’t supposed to know of it.
On this morning I tried to connect with it as soon as I began to come to myself and as clear as I am sitting here now typing this and hearing my screen reader I heard a voice speak inside my head.
“No, you cannot do that. You must not.”
Then just like that it was gone.
Think this is the opening to a new book I’m working on? Well, you’d be wrong if that’s your guess.
This ladies and gents is a snatch from my journal. It’s real, and I’m sitting here telling you the absolute truth.
Something is going on here and has been steadily getting stronger ever since the first day I moved into this house.
I don’t know if there is some kind of spirit, if I’m somehow connected to another dimension or what but there is something wrong here.
So, now the question is simple. Do I stay and try to figure it out?
Do I move?
The rational voice in my head says pack the hell up and get out. The writer, investigator in me, says stay. Figure it out.
For now, moving seriously isn’t an option for me so I guess I’m staying. Campbell does not seem affected by this one way or another.
This morning when I got up and stumbled into the living room he was stretched out on the loveseat where I’d left him snoring away. Completely unconcerned.
Whether this is a good sign or not I don’t know.
I guess I’ll let you know more as I learn it.
There will be some I’m sure who will think I’m having some kind of bipolar episode. My father if he knew of this would probably start spouting off that I had finally flipped completely out and needed to be locked up.
Others may think there are aliens, I’d say all would be wrong.
What my guts tell me is that this is spiritual. From the beginning I’ve felt something here energy of some kind and now, it’s growing.
When I first looked at the house it was empty. I mean no imprint.
When I moved in I realized that had not been the case. Whatever was here had been here all the time, but it had been hiding.
Well, folks it’s not hiding now. I won’t say it scares me, but I will say I’m wary.
Well, for now that’s all I know.
Even though it’s mid-morning I’m going to label this part of my nocturnal journal. It’s related to the sleeping issues I’m having.
Oh, one more thing. We constantly have some disruption to electronics. Things like my computer, the internet and my phone are affected. I have issues with cell signal fade, power outages, and sometimes for no reason at all things turn themselves on.
Anyhoo, I suppose for now it’s time to get dressed and start the day.
Until next time this is Patty who is totally baffled, and King Campbell A.K.A Bubba who seems to care less saying…
Don’t doubt your feelings. If you feel it there is most likely some reason why.
May harmony find you and blessed be.
Original post at campbellsworld
Patty Lyne Fletcher in her own words
About me and my crew
I’m a 49-year-old single mother with a beautiful daughter, of whom I am very proud. I have a great son-in-law and five beautiful grandchildren. Three girls, and two boys. I hope to be able to write more about them later on.
I own and handle a Black Labrador from The Seeing Eye™ named Campbell Lee—a.k.a. Bubba Lee or King Campbell, to give just a couple of his nicknames.
When and where I was born
I was born in November, 1967 in Kingsport, Tenn., where I also grew up.
About my blindness
I was born one and a half months premature. My blindness was caused by my being given too much oxygen in the incubator. I was partially sighted until 1991, at which time I lost my sight due to an infection after cataract surgery and high eye pressure. I used a cane for 31 years before making the change to a guide dog.
Where I live and work
Currently, I live and work in Kingsport, Tenn.
I used to work for CONTACT-CONCERN of Northeast Tennessee, Inc. I left that position in order to spend time with family and pursue my writing full time.
Why I write.
I wrote Campbell’s Rambles: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life to tell the story of how going to The Seeing Eye™ and getting Campbell, learning to love, handle, and work him, then coming home and adding him to my life, gave me true freedom.
I tell of how changing from being a 31-year cane user to being a guide dog handler taught me things about myself I had never known before. I tell of the wonderment I experienced when I finally took that chance.
A major goal of mine is to help others who find themselves in domestic violence situations. I also want to help others learn more about mental illnesses and how different situations and environments can drastically affect those with such challenges.
I tell how training affected me physically as a result of the fibromyalgia I deal with, along with the side effects of the medications I take.
I focus on bipolar disorder, on how it can go horribly wrong and cause a person to behave in ways they normally would not.
Another thing I have attempted to show is how, in certain institutional settings, attachments can develop—and how those attachments can become unhealthy for all concerned if they are not handled correctly.
Most simply, I want others to know more about me.
In Bubba Tails From the Puppy Nursery At The Seeing Eye, it is King Campbell Super Seeing Eye Dog A.K.A Bubba’s turn to tell his tale.
While helping to ready a group of pups to go and meet their puppy raiser families, so they too, might one-day become Seeing Eye dogs, he tells of what it was like for him, to grow up and become a Seeing Eye dog.
My hobbies include reading, writing, music, and standup comedy. I also like nature walks, light hiking, tent camping, and fishing. No, I am not afraid to bait a hook.
Music I enjoy
My favorite types of music are classic rock, rhythm and blues, and classic country, as well as some present-day country music. I also like meditation music.
My favorite books and authors
I enjoy fantasy, science fiction, and books about the supernatural. I love the books by Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and many more. My favorite books include Stephen King’s Dark Tower series, J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series, Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series, and J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings series.
My spiritual faith
I am a spiritual walker. I claim no particular faith, either Christian or pagan. I simply know that there is God and Goddess, or Mother Father God, as some call her/him. I lean toward the natural approach, or Druidism (Druidry), as it promotes harmony and respect for all beings, including the environment.
I am also very interested in herbs and their healing properties.
Find and follow Patty
In this magical and love filled tail, King Campbell AKA Bubba travels to the puppy nursery at The Seeing Eye to help ready a group of puppies who are just about to embark on the fabulous journey of learning to become Seeing Eye dogs. Just as he is about to finish his tail, a wee pup becomes very frightened of all that lies ahead, and one frightfully stormy night she runs away! Will King Campbell hear the urgent call from the puppy nursery in time? Will they find her and save her so she can fulfill her destiny?
The use of Tail instead of Tale for story and Magik instead of Magic is intended for these short stories. A great play on words from King Campbell.
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