I sat down here to watch TV, something I rarely do. A computer is connected as an HTPC. Watching TV for about 15 minutes was enough. Turning the computer on and surfing my bookmarks on a larger screen is cool from the couch. Out of nowhere someone said something. I turned the volume down and turned my head to get a better idea where it came from. It wasn’t clear if it came from the computer or outside. Back to surfing, the volume was up just a little. I heard it again. A mumble but very distinct. I turned the sound down and listened. Trying to relax and clearing my mind I wanted to hear this voice or the sound I thought was a voice. Completely and clearly I heard “(mumble)…ain’t drawing”. The second male voice, the minor spirit chatter that mumbles, is coming through. He’s alone. The female, child and major male I can’t hear. This was completely out of nowhere. I wasn’t trying to do anything to interact or listen this time. He came to me.
I sat up and muted the volume. After several minutes of total silence I sat back. It felt like someone was in the room. I could really feel the presence. Something made me look at the bottom landing of the stairs. Just as I looked, a blurry wind type figure went up the steps. This was followed by what sounded like two light foot steps in the back bedroom (the computer room). This is also the same room with the active closet. Just as everything got quiet the mumbled word “draw” came through. I haven’t sketched anything for a few days, I’m wondering now if the this minor male has something to tell me. Maybe he’s entertained by my inability to draw anything.