“Who’s there?”

That’s the response, right? That’s the expected response, anyway. And in this instance, it was the response that was needed, except it came many hours later.

It was Saturday morning, after breakfast. A-l-e-x-a was playing songs by Bing Crosby, as requested. (Have you heard his version of “Stardust”?) My mom and I were busy doing chores and such.

While putting together an under-the-sink organizer, I heard two knocks on the front door: Knock, knock.

My response was to go to the front door and open it. There was no one there, no one on the porch, no one on the steps or the walkway or the street.

“Huh.” Shrug. Close the door and resume task.

About 20 minutes later, I heard two knocks on the front door: Knock, knock. This time, I asked my mom to answer it so I could finish what I was doing.

She went to the front door and opened it. There was no one there, no one on the porch, no one on the steps or the walkway or the street.

What the heck?

I brushed it off because I was all up in my brain and busy doing the things. Coverage of the U.S. Open was beginning at 1:00 pm and I wanted to be done with the things. My plan worked. (And now you know I’m a golf fan. Go, Tony! Go, Rory! Go, Collin! Go, Jordan! Go, Tiger! Go, Tommy! Go, Sahith!)

Many hours later, getting ready for bed, it occurred to me that the knocking was generated by a spirit. I asked my guides and, sure enough, that was the case.

Ugh. “Ugh,” because I missed that by being all up in my brain and busy doing the things. And “Ugh,” because the spirit may have needed to find someone else to help them.

So, I asked that question: “Did they find someone else to help them?”

No, was the answer.

I gently reached out with my intuitive mind and located the spirit, who needed assistance crossing over. I provided the assistance and observed their transition, felt their gratitude.

A few things about this

1. I appreciate the boundaries the spirit honored. They didn’t just enter my home expecting assistance. They knocked, and through that knocking they asked for assistance; tried, at least. Boundaries are important, and boundaries honored is a sign of respect.

2. It’s important to refrain from assumptions. I easily could have assumed the spirit had been assisted by someone else, especially given the time lapse. I didn’t assume. I asked.

3. Obviously, it’s all too easy to chalk up such occurrences to something - anything - other than the spiritual. I mean, those knocks sounded as though they were created by human knuckles on my front door. And when I didn’t find a human at the front door, I still shrugged it off without considering an alternative explanation even given the nature of my work. (Ugh, I say again.)

Take it from me, dear reader. The next time you hear knocking on your door and no one is evident, ask the question anyway: “Who’s there?”

xoxo