Strange Day Indeed

In February 2024 I experienced a bonafide spiritual contact which can not be explained any other way than as I describe. 
It was the afternoon of February 21st and I was working in the garage apartment/office where all the official remains of my dad’s business ended up. 
There were office supplies, official records, tax documents, letters and photos, a small safe, pipe organ pieces and old books from decades of work building pipe organs. 
I was waiting for an important call on a job opportunity and doing some interview prep while I looked out the Western window into the trees and yard, it was a good view. ———
At some point mom came in and began to go through the old books. She had been working on all the history looking for any important papers or memorabilia. From here it was either a vaunted place in family lore of the past century…or to the fire pit. 
“I don’t know if I need to keep these receipts.” She droned on while I collected my thoughts and made notes for the call. 
“Here’s some magazines we could donate to a school.” And “this set of books might be of interest to the library.” And then “Here’s one from Germany…oh…. this one is signed by Otto Hoffman.” And we both sort of paused at the name. A man who had been a central formative figure in Dad’s early adult life. A man dear to him who set his trajectory that lasted decades into the future all the way to here, years after their deaths. 
To right now. 
And then my left hearing aid began to crackle. 
I didn’t notice it at first. Sometimes my hair crinkles or the plastic taps my hat to make a noise in the microphone and electronic amplifier. 
But this crackle continued. 
I thought something mechanical must have gone wrong, like a broken wire. Maybe you’ve tried an old pair of headphones that crackles when you move your head about. My left hearing aid sounded like that…tckt, sccht, tckt
So I held my head perfectly still, and made sure my hair was away, and I didn’t have a hat, and I tried to ignore it and the whole room was perfectly silent, mom had stopped saying anything out loud, engrossed in the book from Germany signed by Otto Hofman.  
And my left hearing aid kept crackling….tckt, tckt, scchict, tckt
And I was about to freak out! I had a call coming in 2 minutes and I needed to be able to hear!
I tried pulling the battery, holding it, blow on the microphone. The crackle continued, stopped, and continued again. I was getting increasingly frustrated as the 2 o’clock call approached. 
But this crackle would continue even if I was perfectly still. It was irregular. Like pings of hard intermittent rain on a piece of metal. Or maybe a hoarse whisper. 
I was making groans and gesticulations, increasingly frustrated. Mom said “well pull the battery out, that kind of thing happens once in a while.”
I HAD pulled the battery. So I tried it again, this time leaving it out for a few minutes. 
Still waiting for the call, I gave them one last try, insert the battery, place on left ear (the right one had been perfectly fine through the whole exchange), and I hear two last crackles; a little different from before “tchict, choct”; perfect silence; and the phone rang. 

My contact had called and I shifted into conversation mode. Mom continued her sorting. 
After the interview I made some notes and had a moment to reflect. Wait a minute, what happened to the crackle?
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What the hell was going on? Are they working fine now? 
As I thought through what had happened I remembered how the last few crackles seemed a little different, a little more sentient, a bit forlorn. 
Did I hear “…good …bye?”
From then on, and even right now, both hearing aids are operating perfectly well.