Phantom Doorbell Ringing

Last night (sometime in the very early hours when it was still dark), I woke up or thought I woke up to the doorbell ringing. Of course, the cats and my partner didn’t hear this but I did. I remember thinking that this was such a strange time of the night to have a doorbell ring and for someone to come to the door. However, I did not feel the need to go to the door and check it out. It was like I knew no one was there.

Of course, until I started to write this, I had forgotten something else. It was the wee hours of the morning when it should be dark and yet I remember seeing bright light coming through the window shades as if it were daytime. I don’t remember really feeling like my parnter or the kittens were there. I don’t feel like I was awake or asleep but that’s about the best I can describe this. And I know this isn’t the first time I have experienced the very bright illumination coming in through the windows.

Yet, I’m not conscious enough or awake enough to ask questions in this. It is a strange place for me to be in when it happens.

Shortly after we moved to this house, I heard the doorbell and phone frequently in the middle of the night but no one else would ever hear it. Then it stopped.

Before we moved up here, I remember hearing the doorbell ring just a few days before we got the offer on the old house. I got up that morning and ran to the door and was so anxious thinking the realtor was going to show up with an offer. It didn’t happen that day but a few days later we got the offer.

Now, I do realize that the anniversary of my mom’s death was today but yet all the other times I have heard the doorbell or phones have been on days that had no significance to me.

And it clearly wakes me up (or it feels like it wakes me up) because I loudly hear these sounds. You would have a hard time convincing me that I didn’t hear them. With someone right beside me and the cats, they would notice it but no one but me notices the sound. It is a very distinctive sound just as if the doorbell rings.

I’m sure it could be considered dreaming or something but the thing is, I remember it so vividly like it really did happen.

It does tend to make one feel a little off though. And I have no idea what it means or what it is but last night was a strange night of sleep where I went into and out of deep sleep from one minute to the next. It was a very strange night.

I don’t sense any impending doom or anything. In fact if I sense anything, I feel anticipation of something good.


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Dream Of Standing Up To My Family

From my dream journal 11/27/10:
Imagine a high rise building that stretched for many hundreds of floors into the sky, taller than you could ever think a building could go. That was where my dream started out.

It seemed that I was in the building to do some work like I was doing something with computers or a computer install. Yet, the funny thing is, I don't recall seeing any computers, just cubicles with desks that had very little on them. There were no people visible at the desks except for the people running around delivering stuff or doing tasks like I was doing. Yet, it felt like a lot of information was housed here and being exchanged almost like it was a customer call center with a vast array of powerful computers.

I got on the elevator and was met by someone that knew which floor I was to go on as they pushed the correct button. I do not know the number of the floor they pushed but I could see that only some numbers were available but not all numbers for all floors. It was not sequential like one would normally see in an elevator. I just knew that this building stretched up into the sky for many floors and it was hard to understand how tall this building was. I was somewhat frightened and scared but not overwhelmed by the fear.

When the doors opened of the elevator, I got out and immediately stepped on to the steps of a bus. Stepping from the elevator to the bus, I noticed the sky was very blue and bright, yet it seemed like the building continued for many more floors above. It felt like I was on a sky deck or terrace of the building. The bus seemed to have others on it but I really could not see them. However, I sensed or knew they were there. In a quick fashion, the bus sped away to some place that looked like a combination of places I had lived like a house but it was not any one house that I had ever lived in. The house seemed very small in the place I was in but I could tell it stretched for a long ways in all directions. There were many windows in it facing towards beautiful pastures, mountains and open lands.

When I arrived at this house, my mom was the first one that came into view. She admitted to me that she knew Dad had molested us. My dad was sitting there in another room looking dejected, full of shame and almost barely able to hold his head up to look at me.

There were other friends there that I knew and they all seemed to know the secret of me being abused was known to them. It was like they had always known it had taken place but had never said anything or did anything.

Ceaser Milan was there in one of the bedrooms. I can remember a bed being in a corner of the room with a deep blue bedspread. He was explaining how to make healing smoothies with three ingredients of which I cannot remember what all they were. There was something in this to do with ice cream. The most important part though that I remembered was that he told me you had to put dog poop in them because it was very healthy. He was very adamant about this ingredient and stated it just as I wrote here. When I balked at this, he urged me to try the smoothie and I was shocked that it tasted good.

I went back out to talk with my parents and everyone that I knew who was there. I cried a lot about the events that I had gone through being sexually abused and was very angry but not violent. I stood up for myself and told everyone that I knew including my dad, how could you? I asked my mom why she didn't leave dad but there were no answers. They all just stared at me as if they had no answers.

I told my dad that he was leaving this house and I never wanted to see him again for he was dead to me.

After that, the dream ended. I really don't remember physically leaving the place or these people leaving but it was like everything was finished and now life went on. I remember waking up this morning feeling very rested and like I had slept deeper than I had ever slept before in my life. It was an extremely deep, restful and rejuvenating night of sleep. I felt empowered, strong and full of hope when I woke up this morning.

Surprisingly enough, I was able to remember and record many of the details from this dream.

(c) by Don Shetterly 11/28/10 - use by permission only

My Enteric Brain Journey, July 31, 2004

Here is an account of one of my sessions with Dr. Canali in 2004. My reason for sharing this and subsequent postings from my journal are to help bring about awareness to all that is possible through this simple but deep form of healing. Please keep checking back because I intend to continue posting parts of my sessions and with time, they will share a lot of information.

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Last night I had one of the deepest nights of sleep that I have ever had in my life. I don’t think I have ever experienced that. The dreams were more vivid than I usually have and when my alarm clock went off this morning, I did not want it to end. I actually went back to sleep for a couple of hours because it was such a beautiful moment for me. Anyway, I really feel rested right now and I went outside and sat in the sun for a few minutes.