06-13-2025, 11:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-14-2025, 12:06 AM by NobodySpecial268.
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This thread is turning into more of a diary than simply field notes, and that is okay.
Shadow-girl stayed the night and looks to be settling in well enough. Yesterday, our communication was very simple mime on her part and I had to figure it out. Today, she can sense my thoughts, and I can hear her.
This morning, while doing the breakfast dishes, shadow-girl said something interesting and informative. A view of us, from the shadow perspective.
What I was thinking of at the time was something that happened a few years ago.
My work involved a lot of driving, some 2,000 km / 1,200 miles every week. So the company I worked for had us stay at accommodation once a fortnight. One accommodation was a guest house in the town of Dalwallinu here in Western Australia. This is the place: The Old Convent.
Like a lot of old buildings with a history, some odd things happen there.
Some of those oddities were hearing creaky floorboards on the stairs and seeing things out of the corner of the eye. Things like that. It was here that I would get a visitor at night when I stayed there. A deceased nun in her mid-twenties, who would come and talk of god as a missionary would do. We got to know each other in time. She arrived in the town as a war orphan, some time in the 1940s, and died a decade or so later. She wasn't the only one there, the old ducks were not far away.
In the course of our conversations, I was asked about my life, so I would tell her about the outside world. A very sheltered young woman, so I suggested why not come with me, and I'll show her other places.
The young lady must have given that serious thought. Because not long after, and before I returned, one of the bosses in the company walked up to me out of the blue and asked if I needed to stay away to do my work. I said "no". He then said "no more camping away", and turned away and walked off. I thought that really strange.
My educated guess here is the ol' ducks at the nunnery arranged that, so I wouldn't return and take the young one away.
It was while reminiscing on that encounter that I wondered what shadow people think of us in the wider general perspective.
Shadow-girl simply commented: "Home wreckers". A moment later, she qualified her previous statement; "A force that destroys".
The first was an honest emotional answer (home wreckers). The second is a considered response.
Shadow-girl stayed the night and looks to be settling in well enough. Yesterday, our communication was very simple mime on her part and I had to figure it out. Today, she can sense my thoughts, and I can hear her.
This morning, while doing the breakfast dishes, shadow-girl said something interesting and informative. A view of us, from the shadow perspective.
What I was thinking of at the time was something that happened a few years ago.
My work involved a lot of driving, some 2,000 km / 1,200 miles every week. So the company I worked for had us stay at accommodation once a fortnight. One accommodation was a guest house in the town of Dalwallinu here in Western Australia. This is the place: The Old Convent.
Like a lot of old buildings with a history, some odd things happen there.
Some of those oddities were hearing creaky floorboards on the stairs and seeing things out of the corner of the eye. Things like that. It was here that I would get a visitor at night when I stayed there. A deceased nun in her mid-twenties, who would come and talk of god as a missionary would do. We got to know each other in time. She arrived in the town as a war orphan, some time in the 1940s, and died a decade or so later. She wasn't the only one there, the old ducks were not far away.
In the course of our conversations, I was asked about my life, so I would tell her about the outside world. A very sheltered young woman, so I suggested why not come with me, and I'll show her other places.
The young lady must have given that serious thought. Because not long after, and before I returned, one of the bosses in the company walked up to me out of the blue and asked if I needed to stay away to do my work. I said "no". He then said "no more camping away", and turned away and walked off. I thought that really strange.
My educated guess here is the ol' ducks at the nunnery arranged that, so I wouldn't return and take the young one away.
It was while reminiscing on that encounter that I wondered what shadow people think of us in the wider general perspective.
Shadow-girl simply commented: "Home wreckers". A moment later, she qualified her previous statement; "A force that destroys".
The first was an honest emotional answer (home wreckers). The second is a considered response.