The knocks

To start my journal accounts of the whirlwind of experiences I have had in my life, I need to start the story in the middle.

It was April of 2015. Married and living alone with my husband, dog and two cats, I awoke to a strange tapping noise coming from the corner of the house. The sound almost reminded me of a very loud dripping noise coming from the gutter--only that it hadn't rained in several days. I continued to listen to the noise to see if I could understand where it was resonating from--I didn't, but I did notice a star outside that night that caught my attention. I'm not sure how I noticed it, or what drew my attention at the time, but I noticed it was (fairly) stationary. It kind of flickered a red, blue, green sequence but in a sparkling fashion. I also noticed it was doing a bobbing motion. Never a precise or calculated moment. It would kind of bob and flutter around, then zip a few miles in one direction and continue the same bobbing motion there. 

Fascinated, I continued to watch this thing for what was probably over an hour. I even went so far as to mark a dot on the window to see how far it moved in such a short amount of time. I was captivated with watching it. I eventually grew tired and wandered back to bed.

The next few days, I noticed the same light was back in relatively the same spot and I began watching it for a little while each night. Around the 4th night or so, the light was gone and would only re-appear at random.

I can't help but think, this was a bit of a wake-up call to a lifetime of events that was about to slowly, and intensely unravel.