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The Shaft Of Light That Saved My Life By Season November 2005    One night as I was getting ready for bed I went to turn on the heat. Something was wrong with our furnace, however, so I plugged in a little electric heater promising myself I wouldn't fall asleep with it on. It is no more than a blow dryer really and not designed to stay on for long periods of time. Well, I fell asleep of course and sometime later I was "pulled awake" by a clear mental message that I needed to get up because I had left the heater on. Whatever was doing the pulling I don't' know for sure but it was a shaft of light seeming to hang in the air (not up against a wall or anything) and as I becoming fully awake I was already looking right at it and thanking it. That's how I knew it was what had woken me up. I tried but I could not find a source for the light, outside nor otherwise. As soon as I thanked it, it was gone.    I got up to turn the electric heater off and unplug it when I noticed the outlet and the wall around it were scolding hot. I was afraid there might be a fire in the wires so I called the fire department who told me to feel the wall in about ten minutes and if it is not cooler to give them a call back. Thankfully it cooled down. Whoever that was who warned me, I will forever be grateful, my house could have burned down.

A Warm Touch By Season September 2005    One night after the kids had gone to bed and my husband had gone to work I was once again reading on the computer when I felt a very distinct hand on my back. It was a warm touch and the hand was about the size of my own. I was hunched over so I straightened my back to see if the hand would remain and it did. After about 7 seconds it left and I turned around to find no one there.    Two days later my husband was on the computer and I was about 5 feet away from him on the couch watching TV. The kids had already gone to bed. All of a sudden he whipped around with a shocked and confused look on his face saying, "what the hell?". He kept looking behind him and in a panicked voice told me that something had just touched him on the shoulder, slid down his shoulder, and tugged on his sleeve. He knew it wasn't me because he could see me out of the corner of his eye the whole time. And the very second it happened he turned around to find no one there. He still refuses to talk about it to this day.

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