Nov. 30,2003
Sitting on the living room sofa, the hint of a sweet odor filled the air. There she was again, the invisible entity who woke me from troubled sleep, who made herself known when I felt sad, who seemed to be close to me when times were difficult, strange or confusing.
She…and I know my entity is she, was with me in the early days of courtship with my beloved CC. It was early spring, too cool yet to open the windows and I was asleep. Not just asleep, I was dead to the world. No dreams, no restlessness, just the deepest sleep I’ve know. Late in the night I was dragged from that rest by a fragrance so strong it burned my eyes and nose. I was almost choking in the intensely sweet perfume. It filled the room like a heavy fog. It reminded me of pink…my sleepy brain sensed pink and softness. I opened my eyes to a dark bedroom with only a dim night light illuminating my corner near the door. The fragrance was physically overwhelming. I shook my head trying to get away from the smell. I gagged, it was so sweet! Sitting up in bed pushing back the covers, I tried to make sense of this situation. Where was it coming from? Not familiar, just horribly overwhelming, so…pink. She had my attention, but I still wasn’t sure what had awakened me or why. I lay back down, closed my eyes and slept perfect sleep until morning not knowing this was the warning.
Upon rising the next morning, I asked my beloved, “What was that sweet smell last night? Did it bother you? Did it wake you”
“What are talking about?” he asked.
“Didn’t you notice how strong it was, that fragrance?”
“It was probably someone doing laundry, drying clothes. Dryer sheets, maybe. Who knows?” He dismissed my question.
“Maybe,” I thought.
He was wrong. My entity was warning me. My entity was right. I should have fled when it was easy. She was screaming at me to take cover, get the hell out, and I was too naive to understand. Our entities, our guardian angels or whatever you want to call these “guys,” they know the dangers, the pitfalls, the things that will hurt us. They know….
She comes to me sometimes as I’m falling asleep. Sometimes when I’m sad for Just a moment, like today, she was here. She has appeared twice this week. Not so intense as that first time, but she made her presence known. A slight whiff of sweetness like a caring touch wafts by. My entity is here. What is she telling me this time?