I have invisible hands touching me all the time. I have just had to get used to it. I foolishly told my mother and father about it some years ago and they reacted VERY badly indeed. It made my mother ill and my dad very angry. Told a priest about it too, and he sort of accepted the idea at first, but the second time I mentioned it he just dismissed me. He didn’t want to know. I keep quiet about it now.

I have had some strange experiences with the invisible people over the past three years, I can tell you. I woke up one morning to find myself in some weird Arthurian-style death scene. I was on my back (I NEVER sleep on my back!) and could feel one of the invisible people cradling me from behind; my legs were straight out in front of me and as light as a feather, and I felt a strange sensation around my throat area. My right arm was around me as if trying to grab at or reach out to the ‘being’ cradling me, and I strongly felt that I was drawing my last breaths. But the whole scenario was peaceful and not at all frightening. Can you explain what this could have been about?

And then there’s God Himself, who has, it seems, a very dry sense of humour. But that’s another matter entirely.

I really appreciate corresponding with you, eight. You are on my wavelength. You help to normalise these experiences and I feel a little less isolated as a result.

Best wishes,
Tannhauser