Some
things I can't explain. Some things I don't even try to explain.
MY SECRET
HIDEAWAY
I
found the perfect place to get away from the sounds and happenings
of everyday life. I didn't have to drive across the country, I didn't
have to build a cabin in the middle of nature, I didn't even have
to go very far. I just opened up my door and steppped out into the
garage.
A
garage! That doesn't sound like a place anyone would want to hide.
Well...
inside that garage was a camper. It was complete with a stereo system,
a bed, cooking facilities, fans, storage space, all the comforts
of my home a few steps away. I could just close the door of my camper
and enter into my own private little world.. no kids, no pets, no
television, no music blaring. Just me and silence.
One
day as I sat reading in my hiding place, I head the sound of a falling
object. It caught my attention and I jerked around to see what had
happened. The commotion turned out to be a garbage bag falling to
the ground.
It
was nothing... and yet... it was something... something really big.
The
objective of the trash falling seemed to have been to attract my
attention. As I looked over at the trash I saw a group of people
standing there. I think they were as surprised to see me as I was
to see them. I could tell by their dress that they were from a different
period of time... some older period. They were perhaps farmers standing
in an open field.
I
had to wonder, "Did these people step momentarily into my time
frame from another era?" They were not supposed to be in my
garage, they were not supposed to have existed at all.
We,
my time visitors and I, looked each other in the eye, but made no
sound. It was a silent experience.
I
might describe what I saw as weak, see-through images. But I saw
enough to know that I was looking at a group of people from the
past. People who had probably lived on the spot where I was living
now.
We
were in the same 3D world. But in a different dimension of time.
We stood at the same lattitude and longitude, but the fourth dimension
of time was somehow different. Time crossed, and we all stood on
the same spot, they in their field and me in my garage.
I
knew they were there and I could tell that they knew I was there.
I wondered what they thought about my camper. They probably thought
it was some kind of alien spaceship.
We
watched each other for awhile and then they disappeared. I never
saw them again. I think I could have reconnected if I wanted to,
but I have never tried. Someday maybe, I will say hello again. My
mind still knows the coordinates to make it all happen.
Some
people experiencing the same event might have been frightened by
the sudden appearance of people from a different dimension suddenly
appearing in their garage and knocking over the trash. I had been
doing psychic experiments for so long, it didn't scare me. It just
seemed... well... interesting. I simply recorded the event in my
psychic notebook and got on with life.
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