THE FOLLOWING IS FACTUAL AND NOT EXAGGERATED. This morning, I was woken by someone pressing on my ankle three times. I looked at the clock - 5:15 - and looked around for my husband. Usually he wakes me at 6:15, sometimes by turning on the light, sometimes by passing the cup of coffee he's made me near my nose, sometimes by pressing on my ankle. But this morning at 5:15, he was not in the room.
Carlos routinely wakes at 5 AM and goes into the living room to meditate, so I was not surprised when I called his name twice and he didn't answer. But someone had clearly pressed on my ankle and woken me from a deep sleep.
My friend Mary died two months ago, on October 1, of cancer that attacked various organs including her lungs, and finally moved to her brain. She was a non-smoking vegan. She ran the independent book store Libros El Tecolote in San Miguel for 17 years. I worked there when my Sean, now 14, was born. Mary was my first friend in San Miguel. We were artists' models, sometimes working together, like I detail in my memoir, Flirting in Spanish (http://tinyurl.com/865e85z). She was older than me by 5 weeks. Tomorrow is my birthday. Did Mary try to wake me up to say Happy Birthday? Did Mary try to WAKE ME UP?
And what am I supposed to be woken up TO? I'm thinking it was Mary in my bedroom this morning because I think she has visited before. A couple of weeks ago I woke at around 1 am to voices, the kind you might hear on speeded up recording - human but unintelligible. I went into the living room to tell Carla to quit Skyping her friend Weasel in Texas and go to bed. But the living room was dark. I walked upstairs to tell my two daughters to quiet down. But they were asleep.
Days later, I lay on the couch moaning from intestinal pain. My husband put his hands over me to see if he could move the energy around to give me relief. "Huh," he said after a few minutes.
"Huh, what?" I demanded.
"You have a great deal of cold around you."
"And that's making me sick?"
"No, there's a dead person here."
"Who could it be?" I asked. Mary hadn't occurred to me just yet.
"Who is it who just passed and might want to visit?"
Now he was annoying me with his riddles.
"Well, what does she want?"
Aaargh! I wanted to yell. You're the one with the extra perceptions! Can't you just give me the message?
My psychic 16-year old is going to check the house for Mary when we get home. Meantime, WAKE UP is still rocking through my head. Maybe if I say Pretty Please, Mary will crash my bedroom again soon and tell me what I have to wake up to, or from.