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Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Hands, Hands Everywhere

I've always had this thing where I wake up to spirits standing over me.  It's no big thing in my world.  It used to paralyze me and scare me and then, after awhile, I just got used to it.  I never mind waking up to them staring at me all creepy like and I don't even bat an eye when I wake up and see someone pacing in the hallway.  It's just part of my life.  It comes with the territory.  Lately, though, I have been experiencing something new.  I have been waking up to hands in my face.  Yep.  You heard me.  Hands.

At least twice a week for several months I am fast asleep and then I am jolted awake only to open my eyes to a pair of hands reaching for my throat and face.  My natural response is always to start swinging in the hands' general direction which always ends in them disappearing.  I never find out who/what the hands are attached to and I never get to the reason why they are there in the first place.

At first I was freaked out.  "Is someone trying to choke me to death??"  "Is someone trying to hurt me??"  But then I thought "nah."  I never feel that menacing presence that I often feel when a spirit is hostile.  I get the impression that this spirit is simply reaching for me, trying to wake me, or trying to get my attention in any way.  They need my help.  Oddly enough, I'm ok with that.

Unfortunately, I can't help how I react when I wake up.  I can't control that initial knee jerk response to smack whatever is in my face!  Until I can learn to stop swinging at those sad hands I just have to wait and hope this spirit will come to me when I'm awake so that I can help them.  I'll keep you posted if and when that happens.  In the meantime, I'll just keep karate chopping my way out of deep sleep.  I mean, can you blame me?  ;-)

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