The Solstice came early for me this year. Normally, the odd happenings begin on the fall equinox, and continue through November 2. The veil between the worlds is traversed by entities of all sorts, and they come marching through my bedroom. Last year was by far the most active I had ever experienced. It had me thinking about biblical quotes such as, "...and the dead shall rise...". I had to take to leaving the light on all night, because every time I turned it off, something really weird would happen. I was becoming insanely exhausted, for lack of sleep.

Last night, as I plodded across the hall to alleviate the back pressure building in my bladder, I thought I heard a small plop, as if a small creature had just jumped down from my abnormally tall bed. The light padding of feet had me squinting into the soft light cast across the hall by the night-light in the bathroom. Whatever it was, it was crossing the plastic runner protecting my precious burber. There, at the edge of the runner, squatted a small kitten, it's eyes trained on something in the living area, then it looked back at me before it dissipated. It was clear, as if made of glass, with an opulence I always find fascinating. I say always, because, it has become a bit of a norm here, for me to see such things.

I don't like to tell a lot of people about my encounters for the obvious reasons, The average individual immediately wants to know if mental illness runs in my family, then they ask about what kind of med's I might be taking before delving into whether or not I was a fan of Timothy Leary in my younger days. They just can't accept that supernatural phenomenon is common, that ghosts exist, and that some people, like it or not, are capable of communicating across dimensions. These same individuals, that don't believe in things intangible, in nearly the same disbelieving breath, invite me to their churches to worship a God they've never seen or touched. They blindly believe, based on hear-say. Granted, age old hear-say.

I'd like some of those people to spend September thru November in my bedroom, and then see who thinks who is crazy. When spectral cats pounce on the bed and purr so close to their face they can feel it's breath and whiskers...well, I'd love to be their when they reach for that cat and find nothing but cool air.

Truth is, as far back as I can remember, I've seen such transparent creatures, my favorite being the spider that watches over me as I sleep. A big tarantula type thing that hangs around my alarm clock. When I wake, it turns and retreats over the clock and vanishes, as if to say, "good morning, I see you're awake, 'till tomorrow then...".

Not many can boast a guardian arachnid.

Makes me feel spe-cial,

in a short bus kinda way.