I was sitting on the couch the other night, talking with Da Man, when I saw him. He was peeking around the door frame of the living room. As soon as I noticed him he was gone. And by "him" I mean a dark silhouette of a man.
"What is it," Da Man wanted to know, noticing that I had stopped mid-sentence and was looking out into the hallway.
"Nothing." I didn't want to tell him because he freaks out at the slightest mention or thought of spirits or ghosts lingering around. *laughing because he can withstand numerous blasts from IEDs and mortar attacks but makes me walk him to the bathroom when something freaky this way comes.* A couple of days later we were again sitting on the couch and talking. The dog and cat had been chasing each other and annoying the shit out of me, so Diogi (pronounced D-O-G) had been put in her cage where she was sleeping peacefully.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, she stood up and looked right at me. The hair on her neck stood up and she began barking. When I cast a glance at Da Man he looked like Buckwheat. "Why's she doing that," he demanded to know.
"I don't know." I didn't tell him that she was doing it because someone was behind me. I could feel their heat. It was as if they were rubbing the back of my neck.
Again with the "Why's she doing that?" And again with the "I don't know."
"Tell it to leave out the window," Da Man said.
"No, you tell it to leave. Take your hand and shoo it away from my shoulder. Tell it to leave."
"No," he whined, "I can't do that."
"I think you should because it's not a dead person, and I think he needs to know that you're my partner."
So Da Man took his left hand and shooed it away. And then he immediately let the dog out of her cage. Diogi was still barking and ran out into the hallway. She stopped when she made it to the window and stood there, sniffing and growling. "Tell it to leave out the window," Da Man said.
I don't know if the two things are related, but Mak has suddenly befriended someone whom none of the rest of us can see. She really digs this person because she blows them kisses, a lot of kisses, and tells them "ba bye." They seem to bring a breeze with them when they come to Mak. She'll stretch her arms out as if wanting to float on the breeze and release a peaceful "ahhhh."
"His" name has been mentioned a lot recently, more often than it has in the past four years. "He" is known to "his" daughter now. And "he" was a very gifted man. I keep thinking about "CandyMan;" say his name three times in a row and he appears.
But I don't think that's who Mak communicates with because she wouldn't be his interest. And breezes weren't his gig.
There have been signs lately. I received a calendar of classes available through a spiritualist center here in the area the other day via snail mail. I thought that a bit odd because, even though I have spoken with a chicka that used to have ties to that center, my last name nor address had ever been revealed.
I also received in the mail on the same day an ad for the psychic fair that was held this past Sunday. Again, I don't know how my name and addy got out there. When I realized that financially it wasn't an option, I felt let down and feared that I was missing out on my "Something," but then I rationalized that if I was supposed to go to that one the means would have been provided--and they weren't.
So I sit here and wonder. I wonder...and keep an eye on the doorways.