I got woken up by radio crackling at 5:50 am, followed by a male voice, with the words "There she is." He had a North Carolina twang.
(I had just then become aware of knocking at the space I so carefully have learned to set up. Half asleep, I had adjusted the field to allow two friends. And a moment later, the voice. I suspect I had briefly dropped my intentional shield. The good news, in this case, is that it is possible to control one's EM field from within. Part of me still doesn't consider what I'm experiencing possible. I have heard enough accounts from solid sources that confirm its reality, including both shamanic, metaphysical, psychic, and energetic, as well as technological and scientific perspectives.)
I sat up straight in bed. I hadn't slept very well to begin with, tossing and turning all night, and now this. I was annoyed. "This sucks!" I felt a singular ache in my the front joint of my left index finger.
I got up, went to the bathroom, and thought: Time to get up anyways. While I was prancing through my apartment, I felt pressure on the right side of my heart, on the rib bone. I thought of meditating straight away, perfect time, dawn, but then I decided to see if I could track the guy and see what the fuck he thought he was doing. So I went back to my room and sought him.
He isn't that far yet. I'm able to enter him through his heart. He's on some kind of flying vessel, wearing a cap, or beret, or so. In front of him, on his dashboard, is what looks a bit like an ultrasound screen. That's where he sees me down on the ground. He's doing his rounds. I trample around a bit in his heart, make a bit of a fuzz: "What does it feel like, huh!" I travel into his foot, into his right front big toe joint, and stimulate some ache. "Now you know what it feels like!" I tell him. Obviously I'm not over being annoyed yet.
I tell him: "You're a man, I'm a woman. Already there is a power differential. You're stronger than me. What about protection, instead of pestering me? You're in the military, I'm a civilian. See the power differential? Is that how you use your power?"
I receive from him that he's on a stealth vessel, making rounds like this one about once a month.
"You're hidden, I'm visible. What about your honor in targeting someone vulnerable such as myself? I'm naked, you're in uniform. You're in a military vessel, I'm in bed. Do you think it's not unsacred to pester me?"
"You're on this list!" he says. "It means you must have done something."
"How can you know that." I say. "I'm born a European citizen. I became an American so I could vote and participate in our democracy. Do you believe in democracy?"
"I don't know." he says.
"Do you vote?" I ask.
"Mostly." He votes Republican. Out of habit. It makes sense perhaps, since he works for the military.
"Do you think our economy is down and needs rebuilding?"
"I try to supplement my income." he answers.
I'm confused for a moment what that has to do with my question. I wanna go on, but realize I should settle with this and find out more. I figure he said that as a response, because that's how he personally is dealing with our current economic enviornment, by supplementing his income.
"What do you mean? How?"
I receive in his reply that he's doing it by accepting these assignments, I guess they're special assignments. He's about 45, shows me his family and home. He's kinda in a trance. A wife, a younger child, around 3 or 4 years old, that he feels very responsible for, and an about 10-11 year old son for whom he cares, about whom he worries. And then something about his brother, or his brother's son, who seems a bit younger, like 27, who's also in the military, Iraq. The family pic and his wanting to raise his children well and provide for his family touches me.
"Do you believe that those who don't have a job like yours where they can supplement their income need a way to support themselves?"
"I help people, especially women, become confident about their small businesses."
"Women shouldn't work," he says.
I say: "If their husbands aren't working, or don't bring in enough money to feed the family? What would you do if you were a woman with kids and your husband wasn't working, or left, or was beating you?"
He gets it.
"Maybe I'm not on this list because I did something bad. Maybe I'm on this list because I'm a human being who can come and have this conversation with you."
"I'm sorry," he says.
"How does it work, how often do you make such rounds?"
"About once a month" he says.
"Is it always you, or is it different people?"
"I try to pick 'em up if I can." The shifts. So he can supplement his income, to feed his family. I totally get it.
"Do you like food?"
"Do you like to make love to your wife?"
"Do you care for and like playing with your children?"
"Do you like a good night's rest?"
"Me, too. I like food. I like making love to the man I love. I like playing with children. I like a good night's rest. Can you at least not wake me up?"
"I'm sorry, Maria." He says. He knows my name!
I look at his screen, it's white type on blue background, a list of names on it. It looks like they've even spelled my last name correctly. Someone thorough must have input the data. I appreciate that.
Due proper alchemical respects, I have friends and family on the inner planes, including my inner soul husband and our three light body spirit children and their partners and children. Most of my inner experiences and outer writing include them.