Fitting out a ship for sea...
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Fitting out a ship for sea...
By “this stuff” I mean everything that pertains to psychic functioning or multi-dimensionality, as opposed to baseball, or digging ditches.
The Beginning
One of my earliest memories of my entire life started it all for me. It must have been on one of the holidays, because we had relatives over of the sort you only see during the holidays, probably Thanksgiving or Christmas.
Well, it sort of got latish, and my mom put me to bed in my crib. (I told you this was an early memory!) She made sure my covers were over me and that I was comfortable, then turned out the light and closed the door to the back bedroom I was in. I could still hear everybody in the living room talking in the distance, but my end of the house was quiet and deserted.
This situation was one of the things I hated about being a kid. Just when things were getting interesting, the adults would put me to bed to get me out of the way.
I was too excited to fall asleep, and I laid there listening to the distant voices in the living room, wishing I could figure out what they were saying.
The bedroom door was closed, the windows shut, and the room dark.
The Voice
“Mike.” My eyes went wide. The voice sounded loud and clear. It seemed female, and close. The door had never opened. And it came from the center of the room. I closed my eyes and hid under the covers.
“Mike.” That female voice again, much too close – definitely not a relative – maybe one of those ‘Angels’ the adults keep talking about?
I didn’t care. I continued to hide under the covers.
“Mike.” Terrified, I laid there unable to move or even call out. The voice seemed friendly enough, but I was taking no chances.
After that third time, it stopped. I eventually fell asleep.
The Reaction
Through the years, I tried to ‘logicalize’ that event to make it ‘make sense’.
I tried thinking maybe one of my female relatives snuck back there and tried talking to me.
There are three things wrong with that explanation.
- First, my mom would have filleted them for bothering me after I had gone to bed. (I had an over-protective mother – can you tell?)
- Second, that room was empty after that door was closed, and I would have noticed it opening.
- Third, even as a kid, I knew my female relatives’ voices. None of them were shy, retiring, types. They were loud, individualistic people. They were nice people – don’t get me wrong – but our neighbors down the street would have had no trouble recognizing their voices!
The second explanation I tried was that I had fallen asleep and had dreamed it all. More likely than the first perhaps, but not very likely because I have always had an irritation over being left out of anything! Even in those days, more often than not, the party would break up and my mom would check up on me to find me still awake. At the very least, I would lay there awake for a long time before falling asleep. Maybe this is the explanation that ‘had to be true’, but I knew for a certainty that it wasn’t.
I knew from my earliest days that some ‘people’ were invisible and could come and go as they pleased. Over the years, I have had many other experiences since. And these days I don’t get afraid; I even welcome them, like talking to friends, as some of them now are.
Today, I continue on my quest to learn the reality behind what is going on extradimensionally.
The Journey Continues….
Vittoria, 1519
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