I have been thinking about this a lot of over the years. Why I seem so tired around midnight. For many years I assumed it was just the day was long, but saw this image of a clock and it had a 13 at the top. It got me to thinking what if there was an extra hour in the day. Not just in the realm of reality, but magickal and spiritually. I have not done a lot of research on this mystical 13th Hour. I have head a tale that says that this hour happens between 12:59 and 1:00. That the dark side of reality gets an hour to come out and play. One minute for second of the mysterious minute.
For most it passes in seconds and think nothing of it, but there are a select few that this one hour can hold a lot more than they believed possible. I have heard it called the Nightmare Hour. Where things from another dimension come to this to play tricks and pranks on those sleeping. I have seen weird, strange and many unexplained things in my life. I used to spend a lot of time trying to figure them out. Now I just kind of take them as they are and try not to question all that I see. It takes too much out of me on so many levels.
It is rare for me to go to bed before 1 or 2 in the morning. I am just more creative after the sun goes down. I think it has a lot to do with the house being so quiet. All in the house are sleeping. This give me time to relax and just make notes in my blog journal. Until last night I had not been thinking about this 13th Hour. I dreams or had a vision of an Old Grandfather Clock with a red 13 on the top of the dial. There is a tall black chair with leather and the wood is painted black. I move to sit in that chair and it is kind of cold to the touch. I lean back to watch the clock like that is why I am there. I hear this voice behind me.
“You know why you are here. It is time for your eyes to be opened and see what few get to see. Look harder”
I jump up from the chair and look behind me and there is no one there. I look all around the room there is nothing there. I look for anything that is out-of-place in this room. The only thing that I see is a large brass mirror that I had not seen hanging on the wall. I move to walk toward it..
That is when the dream shatters and I sit up in bed and look around my dark room. I grab the little flash light I keep next to my bed. I shine it around the room. There is nothing there. I lay back down and the room is very quiet. Which is strange since I turn music on before I go to bed. For reasons I can’t get into right now.
So after I went to help my Auntie this morning I can back to my house and that is when I remembered the 13th Hour. I decided to see what I could find. I did not really find anything to help me. I did find the song, but I knew about it before because I like to listen to Midnight Syndicate and Nox Arcana when I am writing. So I included the video. I am going to keep looking. I have come to believe that the reason I am so tired at this time of night is that I have pulled into the void of this one hour that to the rest of the world is only a minute. If I discover anything new. I will take the time to post a second blog on this topic. Stay safe and be well.