My Psychic Jukebox

There are certain times when you simply have to ask "what in the world?". You know how it is; you get the water as hot as you can stand it. You have your towel in its spot, ready for use. You begin to step into the shower, and the hair on the back of your neck starts to rise with a shiver.

You later, rinse and repeat as directed and realize in the background of your empty apartment the faint sound of music. It is as if faintly you can hear Barry Manilow sing "I write the songs", so you start to hum along and almost singing it you step out of the shower still hearing the song. I dry off and turn off the fan, and open the door where I am greeted to what seems like an arctic chill and absolute silence. Sometimes the songs change but are so faint you can barely hear anything, and other times it's loud enough to make out the song. Does it mean anything? Well, based on my experience it's a spirit or visitor, slight, shy and not harmful. It is as if someone just dropped in, saw you and offered to play you a tune to shower with. I mentioned it to my husband and he claims to have heard it too. I tried the scientific approach, re-creating it; and the only thing I come up with is someone finds me amusing and loves music from the other side. I guess they don't mind seeing me undressed. I smile each time I shower, so to my Psychic Jukebox, thanks for the tunes and the smiles. Keep an open mind and you will be surprised to see what happens. My experiences have taught me that if indeed we are to be enlightened, we need to always be open to the possibilities.