Sometimes, in my sleep, I can sense energies of people in my room. As if they are actually there. And the weirdest thing is that I am fully aware that I am sleeping. So I need to wake myself up, in order to look around in my room. Spooky, you might say. But last Summer such an experience became something beautiful – it actually moved my heart.

Asleep

The first time I had such an experience, was in Madrid. I was living in this pension with big and high rooms. And one night I was sleeping in my loft bed, as usual, and suddenly it felt like somebody was inside my room. Somebody who wasn’t supposed to be there, to make things clear. Hence – still asleep – I told myself to wake up, so that I could scan for such a person or entity. Once I got awake and looked around, I didn’t see anything. But I could have sworn that somebody had been there, in the same room where I was sleeping.

Stubborn

In a way it was weird, and new for me. But maybe essential to mention here: I had done an energy reading for someone, maybe a week before, who was quite ‘stubborn’. And by stubborn I mean that she had crossed my energetic bounderies during the session. Not with bad intentions though – no, not at all. But she was just eager to stay in my energy field; she even got out of sight during the session, somewhere hidden in my energy field. So I had to tell her, force her, to come back. And to be honest, it might have been her whom I felt in my room. Like some part of hers was still able to access my energy field, and even my physical reality.

This Woman

The second time of such an experience happened quite recently, last Summer to be precise. I was staying in a hotel room in Singapore. The room was quite dark, and the blinds made it practically pitch-black – it was simply hard to detect anything in the room, when the lights were off. So it was even more surprising, while asleep though, to detect this woman in some sort of white light next to my bed; like there was a spotlight on her. This time I was actually able to see her. And my response was similar to the first time: “Uh, excuse me. I am lying here. To get some sleep.” Like I was claiming my space, and my space only. I immediately woke myself up, to have a closer look, but once I was awake, the lady was nowhere to be found. Weird, so I thought.

My Aunt

As often, when I experience weird things, I told some of my friends about it. And because I believe some follow-up would come up, if it meant something in particular, I just left it. But when I flew to Indonesia, to the city of Medan, and some family members picked me up, it got back to my attention. Thing was, so my cousin told me, my aunt wasn’t doing so well: she had lost about 25 kilograms in the past few months, just lying in bed, and she was hardly able to speak. It was such sad news, also because she was really looking forward to our visit for months (according to my cousin). But at least I was able to see her again after ages; my mom’s sister whom I recalled as a very sparkly and warmhearted woman.

And with the news sinking in, the following thoughts came across my mind: maybe it was my aunt who had visited me astrally in Singapore. And perhaps she is passing away any time soon… Rumor has it actually that people who are about to die, are likely to travel more astrally, because they are already leaving their body – but gradually, not definitely. And on we went – to continue my story – to my aunt.

Connected

Because of her bad physical condition, and the many years that had been passed by, I figured: she might not recognize me. Also, due to her lacking ability to speak, I wouldn’t be able to check it with her. But all this didn’t really matter, once I practically kneeled down to her bed, to hold her hand and to look into her eyes. Cause to my utmost surprise her eyes got big, sparkly, and her smile went from ear to ear. We deeply connected, without words, and that was the most important part of our encounter. Just priceless.

Her Birthday

Once I got back to The Netherlands, I held my breath a bit – not knowing how my aunt would be doing, and if she would possibly pass any time soon. But she got better, and on her birthday she was even able to sit straight on a chair, while her children and grandchildren were singing happy birthday to her. So I felt relieved, and continued my life in Amsterdam.

At this point of my story I want to share something else, which got its relevance – at least in my opinion – months later. When I left the city of Medan – my siblings and I went to Lake Toba, a place where we often went to when we visited our family in Indonesia – I found out that I had lost the crown (the pin to change the hands of an analog watch) of my watch. And because of that ‘time stood still on my watch’. Of course I was annoyed, especially when I found out that it was quite costly to get a new one, since it is a designer’s watch. I even asked my sister if she could ask the hotel’s reception to look for it, after our trip to Lake Toba, since it was likely that I had lost it somewhere in my hotel room in Medan. But they didn’t find anything.

A Message

Some months passed by, and everything went fine with my aunt. In the meantime I had also found a watchmaker in Amsterdam to fix my watch. So my watch was running perfectly again. Everything cool, you might say. But appearances can sometimes be deceiving. Four months after my visit to Singapore and Indonesia I received a message from my brother that my aunt was hospitalized and taken care of at the intensive care. Suddenly in a critical state. For the record: it was actually my birthday then. And on my birthday ‘she decided to go’, she passed away, leaving her kids and grandchildren behind.

It might sound weird to the average person, but I didn’t feel sad nor devastated. I felt honoured that she went on my birthday, and I could feel the warmth of our connection in my heart. Like she was saying: “I visited you astrally in Singapore, and you knew. And you visited me in Medan, and we connected. Like a second reunion. And therefore I have a little gift for you, so you won’t forget.”

The Crown

Of course she would need to tell me all this in the after life, in order to be sure about it. But I do know one thing: when I went to my brother’s to have a birthday dinner with him and his wife, I wanted to check the time to get the bus. And to my biggest surprise time stood still again on my watch; I had lost the crown for a second time. On the same day that time stood still for my aunt, and on which she left her body again for another astral trip. But this time for good.