Helping Hands

To say that we have had a busy few days is stating things lightly.

After mom's surgery last week, Gran has been very active around mom. She does not hang in the passage; she is constantly where mom is. Friday afternoon Tim asked me at one point if mom was sitting in the lounge, so I did not even think about it, I picked up my phone, switched it to camera and took a snap of mom so he could see where she was sitting.

Now, just to clarify, Gran hates cameras, apparently always did, just like Charlie, so she does not want any pictures taken of her. Tim told me she was hovering around mom, trying to comfort her, but I thought she would read my intentions and move out of the way when I took the picture. Only, it seems this time, she had decided it might be OK for her daughter to know she was there.

Tim sent me a message saying Gran was very unimpressed because she could not get out of the way fast enough, and that I had caught her on "film". I told him I had looked at the picture and could not see anything out of the ordinary, and then he answered: "Look at your mom's shadow. Since when do shadows have eyes?" Right then I could clearly see a face looking right at me. When I took my phone and showed it to my mom, she immediately put her finger on the shadow. She could see the face without any help.

Since mom is unable to move around too much right now, I had to do all of the errands last weekend to get ready for our Christmas leave. I was up and down with the boys the entire day on Saturday, and of course, Charlie was with us. On Sunday, my sister and her husband hosted a lovely Supper for us. After finishing the main meal, mom was wiped out. My sister helped her to their bedroom and she went to lie down for an hour. When it was time to wake up, I went to get her, and as I walked into the room it felt so calm there. Gran was doing her best to soothe her daughter. We had dessert, and finally went home around 5:30PM on Sunday.

Getting home, I asked Tim if Charlie and Gran had enjoyed the visit, and he said they had. I said I assumed Charlie was hanging around with the men, and Tim said he had been, even though he was a bit unimpressed because they were hanging out by the bar and Charlie does not like alcohol.

Mom's sister, Aunt S, came by at around 7PM so she could find out what she needed to get for the Mozambique trip (I'm finishing work on Friday, then Saturday morning we head off to Mozambique for 3 weeks! Can't wait!) She had brought two of her grandsons along. One is seven and one is five. Both boys are very naughty and very unruly, so every time she brings those boys to my house, I get worked up. They have a tendency to take all of the toy boxes the twins have (there are 3) and throw every toy onto the floor. When you ask them to pick the toys up, they refuse. As a rule, my kids know right from wrong, and when those kids are in my house, I still enforce my rules. The first thing I did when they arrived on Sunday, was I walked to Kiddo's room and closed the door. There is no way I will let them cause havoc there. Of course, just as they arrived, Tim sent me a message and said, "I'm getting an angry little face from Kiddo. Who is upsetting the two of you?"

I explained that the hooligans were there and he said that Kiddo did not want them in his room. I told him I did not want them there either. He said if they were going to intrude on his space, he was going to show them how much he disliked that idea. I do not want him getting so worked up that he does something to scare kids, even when the kids annoy me as well. Therefore, I told him to stay calm and that they will not be coming into his room. No kids would be, not even the twins. Tim answered by saying that the twins were always welcome, he sees them as his "brothers" and he loves having them in his room. I told Tim that I know they love being in his room, they can feel they are welcome there and they will not stay away under normal circumstances. I also mentioned that I saw him as part of the collective of my kids. I have three boys, not two, and Tim said the little guy started blushing and got a little flustered. He still gets overwhelmed by getting "Mommy" attention; he does not know how to react to it.

Monday evening (yesterday 10 December 2012), when I got home from work, mom met me at the door. She was pale and I could immediately see she was in a lot of pain. After the boys were bathed and fed, I spent time with my mom. I was sitting in the lounge with her, and I distinctly heard static electricity directly in front of my right ear. This is the kind of sound you get when you rub your feet on a woolly carpet and touch something metal, that popping sound that occurs. It happened a few times while I was sitting there and at one point I thought I was going crazy. I was looking around, wondering what on earth could be making that noise. I also picked up that the atmosphere in the house was a little thick. Not like it was when the dark entity was in the house, this was worry. I sent Tim a message and immediately asked him if Charlie was ok. He answered that Charlie was anxious for some reason, I just had to give him a minute so he could attune himself to Charlie better. He told me he was worried about someone in the house. And so was Gran. He mentioned that Kiddo was so happy and content he was absolutely peaceful. Then he asked me if mom was in a lot of pain, and I said yes. That is why Charlie was so worked up. I asked Tim what could have caused the static electricity I had heard, and he said, "The question is who, not what." He told me it was Charlie, pulling energy from the speaker above my head. As I was sitting there, I had the distinct feeling that my right side was being tickled. I asked Tim if this was Charlie, and he said no, Charlie was hovering around mom. Gran was sitting next to me, trying to take my mind off my worries. They had switched places for a minute. I actually should have known it was Gran, as Tim had put it "her touch is a mother's touch, soft and soothing."

Both Tim and Elaine sent me messages telling me that mom had gotten pain medication from the hospital, but she didn't like taking it because it made her feel funny. I said yes, it threw her off balance. Tim urged me to get her to take the pain meds, and something for nausea as he picked both up from her. We had to change the dressing on her wound, and I really did not like doing that. I do not like having to do things that could potentially cause pain to my loved ones. When that was done, Tim sent me a message and told me:

"Your mom does not like not being the "Mommy" in this scenario. She likes being the one you come to for help and support, not the other way around. However, tell her, if she walks alone, she is going to fall. Whatever you do, do not let your mom walk around alone tonight. I see her falling, please don't let her out of your sight."

As I read this message out loud, Tim told me Gran was now very afraid mom would fall as well, and he said Charlie had taken up a stance of blockage in the doorway leading to the passage and the bedrooms. He would block mom from going anywhere alone. I said to mom, if there were any doubts up until this point that the entities in the house can feel love for us, we now have our answer. When we were ready to go to bed, I made a few trips up and down, taking mom's stuff to her room. Every time I got to the passageway I felt Charlie very clearly. And she patiently waited in the lounge until I told her we could go to the room. When we got to the passage, I could feel Charlie walk on mom's left, while I took up her right, keeping her as stable on her feet as we were capable. Now I understood why he needed the extra energy. His energy was so strong I had the feeling if I reached out I would feel more than just tingles.

Tim later told me that Charlie was not only doing this of his own accord, but also because Gran had told him to. I had to smile when he said, "He's a little wary of upsetting her, she can be a difficult lady." Like mother, like daughter.

When mom was safely in bed, I could settle down as well, and I knew we could sleep peacefully. This morning, as I was getting ready to leave for work, I asked Gran to please watch over my babies and especially my mom. I asked Kiddo to do his share and try and keep the boys busy too. I could feel him smile as I left.