Filed Under:Blog, family, Featured Post, Forever Home, Hallucinations
Posted By: Susan Rooke
Posted on: February 1, 2018 10:45 AM
As I’ve written in previous posts, hallucinations are kind of a normal thing for me. Ever since experiencing high fevers as a child, I’ve seen and heard things that I later learned weren’t real. Or, at least that’s true of much of what I hallucinate, but other times I’m not so sure. For example, I’m willing (eager!) to believe that the black, hairy spiders the size of dinner plates streaming down my bedroom walls in the first light of dawn are mere illusion. Since I’m in a transitional, hypnopompic state when I see them, I’m completely paralyzed in bed and at their mercy. If they were real, they could easily wrap me in silk and snack on me at their leisure. The fact that they fade from view as soon as I’m able to move again is reassuring, so I’ve learned not to be too fussed when I see them. They’re just the figments of a wandering brain.
But I’ve had other hallucinations, particularly of the auditory sort , that were frightening. There’s been at least one that I’m certain was caused not by me, but by some outside, malevolent force. Thankfully, that kind is very rare. But despite my history of life in the illusory lane, no hallucination I’d ever experienced—harmless or otherwise—prepared me for what happened when Glen and I moved into our “forever home” in February 2017.
Soon after we set up the larger furnishings in the new house, Glen moved the rest of the boxes and smaller items into the garage. Among them I noticed one of my favorite pieces, an antique brazier that my mother had bought when I was a little girl. She passed it on to me many years ago, and I probably ruined its value as an antique by promptly having it polished and lacquered to preserve the copper finish. She’d always told me it was Persian, but after seeing this similar Turkish one pictured below, I have my doubts.
In any case, I’ve always treasured it, and I wanted to find a good place for it in the forever home. And every day when I saw it in the garage amidst all those unpacked boxes, I felt guilty that I hadn’t.
Then one day last April, I went in the garage to fetch something. Again I looked toward the brazier, angry and upset with myself for having neglected it. (Yes, I tend to anthropomorphize inanimate objects.) Instead, there was an empty spot on the concrete floor where the brazier had stood for weeks.
I turned the house inside out looking for it. I searched every room, every closet, every dim corner of the attic. So did Glen, and so did Katie when she visited soon after. Nothing. I grew increasingly upset over the next few months, unable to account for its disappearance. The Husband and The Daughter both reassured me that it would turn up, and Glen even suggested it must be packed away in a moving box. I dismissed that ridiculous theory out of hand. How could it be in a box? I’d seen it every day for six weeks running!
By Thanksgiving I’d lost hope of ever setting eyes on it again, but the garage had cooled off from summer’s heat by then, so I got to work on finishing the last of the unpacking. Books and family memorabilia were most of what remained, marked as such by the movers. One box, however, was a mystery, unmarked. It was larger than the rest and surprisingly light. When I cut it open, I saw a mass of packing paper cushioning the contents. And I unwrapped it to find this:
Hunh. What do you know? Glen and Katie were right . . . again.
That was two months ago. Now that much of the astonishment has worn off, the first thing that strikes me about this latest hallucination is that the duration alone makes it highly unusual. But there’s something else about it that I can’t put my finger on. As if it wasn’t the product of an annoying trickster brain, but originated instead from something outside of my own psyche. As if something—or someone—asked for my attention. It’s just speculation for which I’ll probably never have an answer, and I suppose it doesn’t matter. The happy outcome is that the brazier was never lost. Thank heavens.
Welcome to your new home, brazier. It’s good to see you. For real, this time.
p.s. While proofing this post just now, I received an email advertisement from Best Buy. Guess what was in the subject line? “Experience sounds like never before.”
Pffffft. Amateurs. I could tell them a few things about experiencing sounds.
Filed Under:Blog, family, Featured Post, Forever Home, Hallucinations
That is crazy! It gave me tingles… Did you ever touch it on those days when you saw it in the garage?
That’s a good question, Carie, and I had to stop and think. I don’t remember touching it, but I did stand next to it a number of times. It was in a grouping of four pieces: a standing lamp, a 4′ tall decorative pitcher, the brazier and a brass trash can. Over those weeks I found places in the house for everything except the brazier. It was after the next-to-last item in the grouping found a home that I discovered the last item–the brazier–had disappeared.
Omg if that happened to me I would think I was being gaslighted.!!
Glad it turned up.Its a beautiful piece!!!
Gaslighting! That’s a scary thought. I’m glad it didn’t occur to me! Thank you, Susan. I’m very glad to have it in the house where it belongs!
I have always thought that you, my dear friend, have heightened sensibilities in many respects. Just one of the many things to love about you. Although I wonder if maybe your mother had a hand here, like she did with the ring? I guess it may have been a disconcerting episode for you, but as a little story, this rang all the bells- a little humor, a little fun, kind of spooky, but safe because of home and family….I think you should keep it in mind for your next novel. A ghost story maybe? The Brazier is a beautiful piece, by the way. I’m glad it is now residing happily with you in the forever home.
And may I say, it takes one to know one, Oh Claire of Heightened Sensibilities herself!
I wondered about my mother too. It reminded me of the ring episode, for sure. I like your idea of a ghost story! Sort of M.R. James-ian. When I write it, I’ll look toward the spot where the brazier now resides for inspiration. And it better BE there!!
It’s a beautiful piece, and I’m glad it decided to make its reappearance!
Me too, baby, me too!!
Love the lacquer and shine…who cares if the antiquarians fuss? It’s beautiful…and it clearly wanted to gdt out of that box!
Boy, no kidding! And so desperately, too! I guess I’ll never know why, but I can’t help wondering . . .