February 9, 2026 - [Night Of] : Spirit
Highlights: 
Sounds of Movement from Room-to-Room, Tingling Touches
I’ve had an experience, or an encounter, similar to what I had on Jan. 6, 2026 (just 1 month prior).
Last evening I was working in my journal until past midnight, correcting grammar and spelling errors. I decided that I would go to bed (around 12:30). Before I climbed into bed however, I read an entry at Mia’s lit candle (the journal entry from Jan. 21, 2026), closed by inviting her to join me to share in my breath, exchange our energies and hopefully enjoy some time together within a ‘dream.’ Then I climbed into bed.
Not long afterwards, I heard my parakeet (bird) become disturbed by something. Her cage is out in the living room. And I was trying to decide if I should check on her or not. I had just gotten myself comfortable and was settling into a good breathing rhythm, accessing my visualization to open a path that ‘could’ lead Mia & I together and was beginning to experience the numb/dull buzzing over my body (as it begins the early stages of dormancy, while my consciousness focuses on repeating her Enn).
I decided to check on my bird, so that I wasn’t a lingering thought/concern in my mind as I attempted to enter into a state of lucidity/astral-awareness. I got up from bed, switched on the nights briefly in the living room, verified that my bird was fine and well and perched in a usual cage-spot. Then went back into my bedroom to attempt to get comfortable once more. What I didn’t anticipate, is what followed.
As I lay back, spending a handful or more minutes focusing on breathing once more, relaxing my body and attempting to reopen my visualization…I heard some ‘unfamiliar’ sounds from down the hall and in the kitchen area/living room area. The sounds of shuffling, or scratching(?), something sliding(?) across a hard surface. The sound was poignant and couldn’t be dismissed so easily (same as on Jan. 6, 2026); as it was very nearby, within my home and intentional.
I recognized immediately that the occurrence was very similar to what had happened the previous month. It occured to me also that I had just mentioned the ‘spirit upstairs’ in my candle-light reading to Mia. Specifically referencing the time television turned on (seemingly) ‘by itself.’ Which; I don’t believe it was ‘by itself’…obviously.
At this point, I’d completely abandoned the notion of guiding my body into a lulled state in order to pursue a lucid dream or astral-travel. I was fully engaged and curious about the sounds and spirit wandering around in my home, a mere handful of yards away. So I remained still, eyes shut and listened as I began to speak in a soft whisper, attempting to communicate.
I mostly expressed my interest to be ‘able’ to communicate with the spirit, to apologize for my body’s natural ‘nervous’ reactions to the closeness of the sounds (its presence) and my curiosity to know it and understand it more. What it was, what its purpose/wants were. I expressed that I didn’t wish to disrespect it in any way, and that I found it to be fascinating.
I continued to listen to random sounds of ‘clicks’ or ‘ticks’ or small bumps here and there, trying to gauge where it was and what it might have been interacting with. There were several long pauses of still soundlessness before movement could be heard again. Until finally, there was the closest sound of all.
It came from right within my own room. Over nearby the doorway, floor-to-waist level nearby where I have a bookshelf with various curio’s, esoteric items and decorative baubles of mysticism. It was the sound of something sturdy, somewhat weighty being bump into another object of sturdiness, OR the sound of something somewhat weightly being tilted up, then dropped back down again.
In the darkness, I wouldn’t have been able to guess what it was, even if my eyes were open to peer around the room. As it was; my eyes remained shut as I listened and pondered the closeness of the sound and marvelled at the experience I was having. Which also included a massive wave of tingling, surging buzzing and skin-pricking energy.
It felt as if the energy was flowing all over me in tides that seemed to pulsate randomly and chaotically around and through my body. There was no pattern to the waves of tingles, and in fact; it was as if there were different ‘flavors’ to the energy as it swirled around through me, as different portions and areas of my body.
I then felt what seemed to be a serpentine-like movement across and around my legs, like a slithering weight that slid over them, but very lightly and gently. I wasn’t afraid during any of this. I had made my mind very clearly that I had no intention to lean towards fear… Afterall, it was likely my own curiosity and fascination that brought the spirit towards me in the first place.
I whispered briefly just a bit more, inviting it to lay with me, if it so chose, to stay with me or remain beside me, if it wanted to. But I didn’t really know what to expect of my request. I spoke lastly saying that I would be quiet now and listen, rather than speaking (in case some form of ‘communication’ became possible). But I only really felt the intense tingling waves of static energy and a few ‘prods’ and presses on various parts of my body (my arm, my legs and against the side of my head and around my hair). But no communication.
I lay still listening, but besides the final ‘loud’ bumping sound that came within my room, there weren’t any other sounds. And slowly my mind drifted and faded off to sleep, I assume with the same fading/receding of the energetic pulsations.
[ In the morning, I perused around my home, trying to figure out ‘what’ had been shuffled around, moved or fiddled with. But like last time, nothing was notably or obviously out of place. In my room, however, I do think I suspect what that sound was from, as I tested tilting and releasing several objects near the doorway’s bookshelves & table-stand. There is a cube-shaped container made of resin that was resting beside my ‘spirit board’ / ‘speaking board’ (I completed a month or two back).
When I tilted this item up on an edge and let it fall, it sounded very much like the sound I heard last evening. And it was in the same location that the sound had come from. Without any other reasonable options, I’m left to assume that this was the object manipulated last night, from within my room. The sounds from the kitchen/living room though? Those still remain a mystery. ]
February 9, 2026
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