Better start getting that padded cell ready

Last night I decided to call it quits and go to bed early.

Really early.

Like 4PM early.

So there I was, snuggled under my electric blanket, probably snoring away (if the husband can be believed when, suddenly, I was wide awake, laying on my back and staring at the ceiling.

There was an odd rectangle of light crossing the ceiling. A perfect rectangle with straight sharp edges and not at all soft and whispy, the way light usually looks. I stared at the rectangle for a moment, wondering how the light could be so straight, till I noticed that something else was in that light. Moving along in that light. Sliding across the ceiling.

An aside. I wear a carved moonstone pendant in the shape of an angel. The body is shaped somewhat like a butterfly's body but the wings arch up and around it, cradling the body shape.

This was the shape in the light. Not only was it in the light but it was brighter than, intensely brighter than the rectangle of light. It moved across the ceiling till it reached the opposite wall and it was all dark again in an instant.

You may think it could have been headlights but I've been in the house 28 years and NEVER saw a light like this one. Now what do I file this under? Winged things or perhaps 11:11?

I still don't know what all this is trying to tell me. I feel as if I'm getting an answer to a question I haven't even formed. Maybe I'm just thick and need something to slap me upside the head. I know this must mean SOMETHING, this can't be all random.

Just a few minutes ago, in the office, the husband comes in from the other room to tell me he heard a mumbled conversation downstairs despite the fact, that there is no one else in the building! He looked slightly rattled. He knows about the voices but never heard them before. So what does this all mean? i suppose I will just have to wait until it plays out and I finally realise what this all means.

As if all of that wasn't confounding enough, now I find myself embarrassed that this is happening to me and wondering if I am worthy of all of this celestial attention. I mean, who am I? I'm no Mother Theresa, I'm not even a particularly good person. Just an ordinary run of the mill kind of person. So why me? Yet another question to be answered.