I awoke this morning (Sunday) with a thumping headache. My dreams were about my earliest childhood memories with my Grandpa (who was my favourite human and he died when I was 8).

A quick explanation about grandpa: He was the type of guy who I could wake in the middle of the night and say, "I need some butterscotch choc chips" and he would chuckle to himself, rub his eyes, take me into the kitchen for the chips and set me on his lap while I ate them from the bag in the dark. He'd be chuckling all the while, tickled by my every move, whim and breath. He was the greatest unconditional love of my life.

Anyway, in the dream I was in his house going to each significant spot and crying my heart out, mourning, and trying to release the sadness that in the dream I knew I had been carrying every day of my life.

I've been going through such a cleansing process. Several days ago I received the word "effluvium". I looked it up: A usually invisible emanation or exhalation, as of vapor or gas. A byproduct or residue; waste. Latin, from effluere, to flow out. The physical manifestations I am experiencing really jibe with this. I wake with a headache most of the time. My teeth and jaws ache on and off throughout each day (but I am removing focus which is helping heaps!). And my ears ache and swell up on and off. I feel as though deep pain/build-up is slowly seeping out of me.

I've also been reading, with great fascination, about DMT experiences people have. They sound like my night vision/experiences, only more condensed. I realize I must be manufacturing quite a bit of my own internal DMT (OMGosh, I'm an illegal drug lab! -- fancy a substance produced naturally in the brain to be illegal but anyway... ). In essence, I am awakening to and interacting with a greater reality full of amazing and bizarre entities that at once seem totally foreign, and yet also very familiar.

When I woke this morning I had knowledge that another form of myself that reminded me of an anthropomorphic insect, and me, had been working to heal/fix/balance each other in some juxtaposed way. I was fully conscious laying there, untangling my pounding headache and wiping the drool from my mouth, going over my dream of visiting grandpa's house and all of the strange twists and turns it had taken, when I heard a clear tone (hum) in the room. Well, a small series of tones.

What the heck?! I thought. What is that noise and where is it coming from? I held still and tried to pinpoint it. It seemed to stop when I concentrated and then would come back when I was relaxed. I tried to see if it had to do with my relaxing, but I wasn't sure. It seemed to be coming from the far end of the bedroom, but with my less than perfect ears at the moment (sometimes swollen canals) I couldn't be sure. I was so fully conscious I had to reason that this was not an etheric noise (like an entity using tones to work with me) and yet...there was no other explanation...unless...it was the electrical tones sent along the power lines to turn street lights off and on. I used to sometimes here a very similar sound when my fan was on at night and the tones were sent.

But my fan was off. And it was morning. And I was fully conscious. So I reasoned it must be my husband's iphone stand. I fobbed it off and the sound had stopped anyway. Later when he got up I mentioned it to him that I heard the electricity tones in his iphone stand. I thought he'd be happy that I was choosing what he considers a "rational" explanation for once. But after a moment he said that his appliance is fitted with a filter for the tones and wouldn't have made that sound. Oh-kay. I'm going back to the entity technology theory then.

Maybe time will tell, if it happens again, if my etheric world is taking another step closer or into my waking world. That would be amazing. And these days, it seems like anything can and will happen!