Sat quietly again tonight hoping for a visit from Higg(in)s. They popped in and began moving my head in the usual circles. This goes on for a short time when a clear change occurs. They stopped moving my head and simultaneously I am struck by the thought that this is the old, coarse way of doing things. It is time for a changing of the guard.
There is a poem by A. A. Milne about Christopher Robin going to see the change of guard at Buckingham Palace. I know the first lines:
They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace –
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
Alice is marrying one of the guard.
“A soldier’s life is terrible hard,”
In the amount of time it took for those words to play in my mind, the ‘old’ Higgins slipped away to the left and from the right the new ‘guard’ slid in.
This new set moved my head in more delicate and deliberate circles. Rather than shaking my head ‘no’, they spent a good amount of time nodding it ‘yes’. During this time, my left eye felt as though they were massaging it from the inside out, and sometimes there was a pressure between the halves of my brain.
My hands became numb and I could not feel them. They lifted my left and right hands, as they have done many times in the past, and my hands became receivers (it seemed). Hard to know exactly what they were using my hands for but it felt as though energy was arcing from right hand to left hand.
As always there came a moment when seemingly they had achieved whatever their goal was and they left.