When You Hear Things…

My grandson, his wife and their two-year-old boy, as well as their cat and dog, recently all came to live with me for a couple of months, while waiting to move into their new home. Normally my house is exceptionally quiet, so I absolutely enjoyed the noisy hustle and bustle of having a young family under my roof.

Because both parents work, their son goes to day care twice a week. They leave just after 6am in the morning and he is picked up again at 3pm at the end of his mom’s workday. The entire time they stayed with me this schedule never wavered.

Late one morning, just before noon, I was sitting quietly in my chair catching up on some knitting. I was home alone and there was little going on in the house, aside from the regular activity of the cat and dog. It therefore took me by surprise when I suddenly heard a child crying?

The wailing sound briefly came from the kitchen area, where the back door is located. I thought I was imagining things, so went back to knitting. All was quiet for a few minutes, but then the crying started again! Subconsciously, I assumed it must be my granddaughter who was home early with her son, so I expected them to come into the living room soon. But nothing further happened.

Then I heard the crying again. This time it was loud and clear enough that I had to get up and investigate. But there was no one to be found in the kitchen. I looked out the window thinking maybe they might have gone back to the car, except there was nothing in the driveway. I then opened the back door, but there was no one there. I then decided I was either imagining things, or maybe it was the cat or dog I heard.

My granddaughter and the little guy came home shortly after 3pm, as usual, and I temporarily forgot about the incident.

Somewhere between poetry and science, somewhere between heaven and earth, clairaudience is born. Clairaudience is the sweetest mystery any human being could ever experience ~ Amelia Kinkade

A few days later, I had a strange dream in which I found myself in a man-made tunnel. As I crept along, getting closer to the opening, I could distinctly hear young children talking. I could not make out what they were saying, but it sounded like typical child chatter. Then, for some reason, I was not able to go any further. I sensed that I had to wait for further instructions.

Putting the pieces together, I now know the crying I heard in my kitchen was directly related to the children in that tunnel. Exactly where the matter will be going from here, I do not know at this time. All I do know for sure is, I certainly did hear things that day. The rest will be revealed in time.