For the last couple of weeks at two separate campgrounds and four different bathrooms, it seems whenever I am having a spiritual discussion with myself (usually in my head), a bathroom sink comes on or a toilet flushes—in an empty stall.
I first noticed it at West Lake Park. Now granted they are motion-detector sinks and toilets, but I was always alone in the bathroom at the time.
Yesterday, I had a little emotional meltdown over a small thing that felt like a big hurt. We stopped at Jumer’s to use the bathroom and have a drink. I was upset, had been crying in the car. The bar turned out to be closed, but I used the bathroom anyway. And while I was sitting in the stall, I heard the sink turn on for a few seconds and then turn off. I thought again it was one of those motion detector sinks. But when I got out and went to wash my hands, I learned that it was a manually controlled faucet. In other words, someone had to put their hands on it to make it work. But there was nobody there.
Tonight, I went to the bathroom here in Scott County Park to wash the dishes. I had had the others sinks turning on during dish-washing sessions, when I was nowhere near them. In fact to make the water turn on in those automatic sinks, you have to make a special effort to even get them to turn on!
After a good weekend of receiving great information and contact from the other side, I merely laughed this time when the water in the sink farthest away from me turned itself on for a few seconds.
“That’s from spirit, isn’t it?” I asked aloud.
The second sink turned on, then off.
“Is that you, Dad?” I asked. Nothing. “Grandma?” Again, nothing. I listed a litany of crossed-over family and friends and got no response. Then I asked if it was Gabriel, or Pedro—spirits that have been identified by Wendy as my angel and a guardian spirit.
With no response, I returned to my dish-washing duties. I glanced at myself in the mirror and noticed that my face looked leaner, prettier.
“Well, I think I’m losing weight!”
The farthest sink turned on. I felt like I was having a conversation.
“Who are you? Are you a spirit that lives here?”
“Did you follow me from West Lake?” I had received strong impressions at West Lake of a fur trader who died there.
“Are you one of my guardian spirits?”
From the back of the building came the sound of the toilet flushing! And it flushed for a long time—maybe 15 or 20 seconds.
Every hair on my body stood up and I felt a brief moment of the kind of awe that almost makes you feel afraid. I looked at myself in the mirror before me. My eyes were wide with astonishment, my mouth agape. Must be a big spirit.
As I washed the rest of the dishes, I returned to my thoughts earlier today, my fears of this being a similar life situation to being homeless in Phoenix.
“No,” I said to myself. “This is NOT like that. This is a different experience. I’m a different person now.”
And the sink came on again.
“Thank you,” I told my guardian. “It really is different, now isn’t it?” And the other sink came on. I was clearly in communication with an intelligent and responsive entity.
I thanked her for her comfort and support and while I don’t yet know her name (or even her gender, if she has one), I know she is there, here, with me, over me, with love. Amazing.