Article - Laura Knight-Jadczyk
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Chapter 19
Getting back to the psychomantium, a new plan evolved: a tent that was the exact dimensions, that could be suspended inside the room like a "liner," and taken down when not in use. I went to the fabric store and checked out the felt. I drew my design on paper, figured my cuts and yardage, and ordered two bolts of heavy black felt. I had designed "rod pockets" into which I could insert rope for suspension, so I purchased that. Then I went to the hardware store for window weights to put at the ends of the ropes at each corner, to be hung over hooks drilled into the ceiling. They didn't have any, so I improvised by using pvc pipe filled with sand and capped.
It took a couple of months to get it finished. I don't know how many people have ever tried to assemble a rather large tent sewn out of heavy felt, but the fact is, as each panel is added, it sort of grows like the blob in the old Steve McQueen movie. It gets larger and heavier, and more difficult to manage. On top of that, I realized that all of the seams would have to be triple stitched with reinforcement just to support its own weight. I also came to the idea that this was not going to be something that would be easily put up and taken down. It was just too big and unwieldy. So, I made it with overlapping flaps on all four sides, joined in the corners, so that the flaps could be tied up when not in use. As the thing began to acquire it's final form, Ark had to gather it up and hold it off the floor while I ran the seams through the machine. In the end, it sort of looked like a medieval tent with a peak in the center. We erected it in the bedroom, and fell in love with it. It was the neatest "sleeping" tent imaginable. It was like being in the Arabian Nights or something. Only thing was, sleeping in a black felt tent, with a mirror standing at an angle in the corner, led to some strange events. One night, some time after we had gone to sleep, I was awakened by an electrical like explosion. Since it woke me up, I couldn't be exactly sure from which direction it had come. I opened my eyes and stared into the blackness, listening. Again, there were popping and crackling noises just like you hear when an electrical cord is shorting out, snapping and sparking and buzzing. The next thing I knew, an Egyptian guy had stepped out of the mirror, walked around to my side of the bed and kissed my cheek, and then walked around to the other side of the bed and sort of "merged" with Ark. The incident was so weird that I could hardly credit my senses. Ark woke up right then and I told him what I had seen and he asked me who did I think it was. Well, I told him that I had no idea, and we went back to sleep. I didn't want to talk about this event too plainly in front of Frank.
I wasn't the only one having remarkable dreams sleeping in the psychomantium. Ark had one so intense one night that he woke me up to tell me about it. In his dream, he had even heard angelic music, and he had been amazed at these celestial sounds.
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