A mini vacation was desired and had a few free days to make those plans to hit the hills and the drive through our mountains to arrive on the west coast. A quick visit with a family member, a few photos taken, a few places visit, a few too many times getting lost. It was all fun.
It’s time to get back to my cozy home and headed out on the highway toward my stop to rest for the night. A trucker’s paradise for those that travel alongside the coffee shops and fast food that dot the side of the road. Ducking into this small town and locate my motel. In minutes with key in hand after checking in and following the manager as he shows me and another traveler to our 2nd floor rooms at the end of a long hallway, in this old but clean refuge. Internally questioning the fact that we are both way at the end of this 60 unit but do not bring it up to the manager. In my room unwinding for the night and ready for bed but sleep does not come. It is as if I am not alone. It feels creepy. It is. The tv and lights on to keep me company as my body attempts to gain some rest, some shut eye. Toss and turn over and over. This presence near me is maddening. It is as if they are sitting next to the bed inches from my face. Prayers and meditation dull the energy that is nearby. Turning the tv off but still I toss and turn. Blessed relief I find my spot in line to dreamland.
2:30 am. Suddenly awake. Listening to anything that could have possibly woken me up. No noises. Nothing at all except for the hum of trucks in the distance as they pass this sleepy town. Again I play that game of toss and turn. Knowing that tomorrow will be another long day of driving and truly need this rest. Thankfully fall to sleep.
4:18 am. Startled awake and it feels darn right icky, creepy and what ever else you want to add. I feel as though something is staring at me. It is not nice. It does not feel good in this room. A male presence is definitely in here. This is where I add that previously walking into my room, my minds eye seen an older man, a slave to the road, tall and grizzled.
I make a hasty plan. Wide awake and nothing, I repeat nothing is going to keep me here. It takes minutes but am washed, dressed, packed and carry two loads of luggage down that long hallway to my car. Desperately wanting out of there. Fast. It is dark but know that I am safe with the truckers following them down these mountain roads. Safe.
It was days later that I knew I had those same feelings growing up as a child in a 1930’s bungalow. Being stared at. Whispered to. It creeped me out. It was many days, many years that I dealt with this. How could one forget. Frightful nights and days of an eerie sensation undefined and not substantive. But this gal did until walking into it again. Hello Spirit.
Intuition Calling 