The Light of Other Days

[sshenry]

I would like to share a personal experience with you; something that happened to me about a week ago and which should have been profoundly disturbing, but somehow was not. It was unsettling, however, and while I’ve developed a sort of theory based on previous experiences, I’d be curious to see what your take on this is. Thank you in advance for letting me tell my story.

It was one of those glorious mornings; you know the kind when the air is dry and clear and the sky is blue and there is no way on earth that you can stay inside and work even though you know you should. And so I didn’t. Instead I went to Subway and bought myself a sandwich and a soda and went to the park behind the library to enjoy an hour outside.

It was a normal Tuesday afternoon at the park. There was a mother with her young pre-school aged children camped out under the pavilion while her little ones whooped and shrieked on the playground. There was a couple on a blanket on the far side of the clearing who were so pre-occupied with themselves that no one else may as well have existed. There was an older gentleman, probably in his late 70’s walking the perimeter of the park clearing just beneath the overhang of the trees. According to my cell phone’s clock it was 1:00 p.m.

So I pulled up a bench off to the side by myself, unwrapped my sandwich, opened my paperback book and prepared to enjoy myself. I’d read about a dozen pages when I started feeling a pressure in my head; the kind of pressure you feel (or at least that I feel) when a storm is coming in and the barometric pressure is dropping like a stone.

After about a minute of this I put down my sandwich and book on the bench beside me and began messaging my temples like I do before thunderstorms, trying to relieve a bit of the pressure before the storm breaks, when suddenly my ears popped like they do when your plane has reached a certain altitude. Startled, I opened my eyes and froze.

Directly in front of me there were three deer; two does and a fawn all of whom looked up as if I’d just startled them out of their skins and then took off into the woods before I could do so much as let my breath out. Thinking I must have somehow fallen asleep, I looked around me only to find that everything had changed.

I was still in the park; still seated on my bench. My sandwich and soda were still laying there beside me, my car keys still poking into my leg through my jeans pocket, but the park itself was entirely different. The tree line had changed. There were more of them (the trees) and they were arranged differently; more naturally. The landscaping had changed slightly as well. There was now a few natural swells and hills where before it had been bulldozer flat.

There was still a playground, but it was sheltered under the trees now instead of being out in the direct sunlight, and it was made of different materials, not the metal and plastic of the playground I was used to seeing. More wood and something that looked like wood but was too smooth to be wood. The pavilion was still there as well, but instead of a metal roof it had something that looked like some kind of woven material, but was perfectly stiff and didn’t so much as stir in the breeze.

There was a difference in the air as well. It had been dry and clear before, but this had an unusual quality to it; a sort of vibrancy that made me keep blinking.

But the strangest thing of all was that while it appeared to be the same time of the afternoon, there was not a sole in the park. Not the old guy walking the perimeter, not the couple on the blanket, not the mom and her kids in the pavilion. No one. Also, I could no longer hear the sound of the cars on the main road artery that runs continually about 500 yards from the park, and that is a sound that is ALWAYS there, no matter how many or how few people are in the park itself.

I sat there for what felt like 20 minutes, maybe half an hour; just listening to the silence and soaking in the peacefulness of the landscape around me and, quite frankly, not daring to move since I wasn’t entirely sure of what would happen if I left my bench. I even tried to text several of my friends to tell them what had happened; tried calling my daughter; my husband; but none of the texts would go through, nor would the calls so I gave up (though I did note that according to my clock at the time I tried to text, it was 1:23 p.m.) After a few more minutes a flock of birds I didn’t recognize gathered on the grass around my bench as I threw out what was left of my sandwich bread (smooth, gray birds that I looked up later and found out were gray cat birds).

I’d just finished feeding them when the pressure began building again, and this time, just before my ears popped, the birds took off in a rush of wings and feathers and I blinked and everything was exactly the way it had been before I’d flipped. Some of the people had changed positions (the kids were eating instead of playing, the couple on the blanket now appeared to be pulling stuff out of a cooler instead of necking, and there were now about half a dozen school-aged kids playing touch football in the clearing . But it was definitely the same park; the same playground; the same tree line as had been there when I’d first arrived. It wasn’t until I glanced once more at my cell phone’s clock that I realized that it was now 4:30 in the afternoon. I’d somehow compacted 3 ½ hours into what felt like 30 minutes.

Needless to say I found it rather hard to concentrate after that; but somehow I felt oddly calm about the whole thing as well; overall a fascinating experience.

Thank you for your patience.

Comments, anyone?

[Hervé]

The trouble with any comments is that you are about the only one to know what exactly happened to you... :nod: unless someone manages to try your mind/shoes for a while...

As for theories my oh my... from parallel Earth/universe to implanted thoughts... take your pick.

[etheric underground]

WOW.... Awesome reflection SSHENRY.
From my experience it could be a number of valid explanations.
But the one that seems to fit would be the vail thinning that is currently upon us.
We are closer to the other fields of existence than we have ever been.. this includes parallel dimensions.
It sounds like you have slipped between the time space continuim into one of your other simultaneous
existences. One that doesnt coexist with our manmade time constraints.
I love hearing these occurences and i thank you whole heartedly for yours. It makes the others out here
who have similar occurrences not seem so abnormal.
I visit a 4th Dimension life when I slumber at night... There is no money...I can fly .... I live in the most
earthly self sufficent amazing house....my neighbours exchange fruit and reiki for my clothing and my wifes shoe designs..
There is communal living like no other... We are all of the same fabric and love everyone as family...I surf with the dolphins
at the front of my home.... and have visitations from star beings regularly to share stories and good times..
I feel awful when i wake back to this very physical laborius 3d reality we reside...

[sshenry]

The trouble with any comments is that you are about the only one to know what exactly happened to you... :nod: unless someone manages to try your mind/shoes for a while...

As for theories my oh my... from parallel Earth/universe to implanted thoughts... take your pick.

Oh I understand that, about the comments, I'm just curious to see what others' perspective is (from the facts I'm able to relate as accurately as possible). See if perhaps there are others who have had similar experiences, or who have theories about what happened.

As I said, I have an idea of what I think happened; based on other experiences I've had in the past. But it is, after all, just an idea :)

[sshenry]

WOW.... Awesome reflection SSHENRY.
From my experience it could be a number of valid explanations.
But the one that seems to fit would be the vail thinning that is currently upon us.
We are closer to the other fields of existence than we have ever been.. this includes parallel dimensions.
It sounds like you have slipped between the time space continuim into one of your other simultaneous
existences. One that doesnt coexist with our manmade time constraints.
I love hearing these occurences and i thank you whole heartedly for yours. It makes the others out here
who have similar occurrences not seem so abnormal.
I visit a 4th Dimension life when I slumber at night... There is no money...I can fly .... I live in the most
earthly self sufficent amazing house....my neighbours exchange fruit and reiki for my clothing and my wifes shoe designs..
There is communal living like no other... We are all of the same fabric and love everyone as family...I surf with the dolphins
at the front of my home.... and have visitations from star beings regularly to share stories and good times..
I feel awful when i wake back to this very physical laborius 3d reality we reside...

*smiles at the thought of surfing with dolphins* Thank you for that.

I have considered the possiblity of parallel dimensions, and it would make perfect sense except for one thing; the lack of people. That I found profoundly disturbing. I've had other experiences in the past that I would have to say are dimensionally related, but each of those involved being near or around people; or at least being aware of them, wherever they are. There as no one in this park; no one even near the park that I could sense. It was as there was a pocket of time outside of time perhaps. Or a pocket place where time was running far slower than 'normal' (due to the time that had passed).

[Hervé]

[...] time was running far slower than 'normal' (due to the time that had passed).

Are you tending towards "missing time" and the "implanted thoughts" end of the spectrum as in "screen memories" to occult an abduction? The headache and popping ears would fit that one...

[RedeZra]

i think you sensed the ethereal blueprint of the physical park ; )

[mosquito]

The only comment worthy of your experience is WOW !!!!

[Carmen]

Wow, that is sooo cool, I have no other comment!

[sshenry]

[...] time was running far slower than 'normal' (due to the time that had passed).

Are you tending towards "missing time" and the "implanted thoughts" end of the spectrum as in "screen memories" to occult an abduction? The headache and popping ears would fit that one...

No, I don't think so. I'm not knocking the concept of implanted thoughts and missing time, but I would think that "they" would do a little better than an empty park. Especially an empty park that was so different (and yet similar) from the park I had been in just moments earlier.

[sshenry]

i think you sensed the ethereal blueprint of the physical park ; )


I think this is cloer to the truth of the matter actually. There was nothing about this 'missing time' (if indeed it was missing) that felt off or wrong, just different. Better actually. It was as if I was sitting on pins and needles. Sheer peace. I remember being absolutely entranced by the clarity of the clouds and the oddness of the light. I actually took a picture on my phone and was amazed when I found that it was still in my memory when I 'returned.' I'd tried calling and texting out and kept getting error messages, but the camera worked just fine.

In this picture when I 'arrived" the deer were right there at the edge of the shadows where the sun touches the grass.

http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/297686_2384943221912_1200708734_2908247_920275_n.jpg

[Amity]

Have you not thought about the fact you could have simply fallen asleep in a lucid state then woke up 3 hours later?

[Forevernyt]

Somebody call the Fringe Division. Seriously though, that sounds like a very awesome experience. Whatever it was, at least it was peaceful and you enjoyed yourself. That's all that really matters, right?

[sshenry]

Have you not thought about the fact you could have simply fallen asleep in a lucid state then woke up 3 hours later?

There is always that possibility. And yes, I've considered it. However, as I mentioned before, I've had other experiences that were similar and were definitely NOT lucid dreaming. Case in point, I dissapeared out from under my mother's nose on a stretch of deserted beach when I was five. I was missing for six hours. They had park rangers out looking for me; even the Coast Guard as they thought I must have somehow fallen into the ocean. But I showed up on the beach blanket six hours later, not a scratch, and it had been the same sort of deal. What I remember from that experience was (again) my ears popping and finding myself on the beach with no one around (not even my mom). What I remember is building a sand castle and wandering up and down that stretch of beach looking for sand dollars as I waited for her for what seemed like an hour, and then my ears popping and being back on the blanket again with the rangers getting all worked up about where I'd been and how I'd gotten back to the blanket.

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Somebody call the Fringe Division. Seriously though, that sounds like a very awesome experience. Whatever it was, at least it was peaceful and you enjoyed yourself. That's all that really matters, right?

Exactly. No harm done, and no 'weird' feeling about it, so all's good :)

[cloud9]

Hi sshenry,
I think the fact that you were able to take a picture is really awesome! Is there a way you can take a picture of the "regular" park? And I'm saying this not because I don't believe you but I'd like to see the differences between the two places.

I had a similar experience a few years ago but it wasn't a park or anything in nature, it was my work place which was a little bit different, kind of older however I knew it wasn't exactly the same place I was at before. It just lasted a few seconds but I never forgot it.

[sshenry]

Hi sshenry,
I think the fact that you were able to take a picture is really awesome! Is there a way you can take a picture of the "regular" park? And I'm saying this not because I don't believe you but I'd like to see the differences between the two places.

I had a similar experience a few years ago but it wasn't a park or anything in nature, it was my work place which was a little bit different, kind of older however I knew it wasn't exactly the same place I was at before. It just lasted a few seconds but I never forgot it.

That's interesting that it was your work place!

I'll do that, I'll take a picture from the same place in the park and post it once I have it :)

[westhill]

I believe you entered sacred space. You created this by your thoughts and reactions to the beauty of the park moment. This has happened to me.
We can create pockets where all time stops, slows or occurs at once. It doesn't matter where you are or what you are doing, what matters is
your attention/thoughts working with the QUALITY of the space. Shamanic time/space. I believe we are all becoming Every Day Shamans which
means it will no longer take hours of mediation or years of practice to enter into these altered states and understandings. It will become commonplace.
westhill

[Sierra]

I had a time shift experience once when I was four years old. It was not a nice or peaceful experience like yours... I have to back up in time to explain my reaction at four years that caused the event, I *think*.

The first part I recovered while in Reichian therapy. The memory unreeled like a movie with feelings. I was in a crib 18 months old and mother was in the hospital having my baby sister. I didn't know I was crying, but I guess I was because I think that was the trigger for my father's entry into the room. My skin breathed like lungs. I was ecstatically happy. Every movement of my body in the crib felt really good. My father came in and looked down at me with a face of rage. I did not recognize the expression on his face or what it meant. His hand came down and smothered me. After awhile, I realized I was dying and I filled with grief that he did not love me. His hand came off my face and it was some woman pulling his hand off my face with a look of horror. His face still had the same expression. They left. My skin didn't breathe anymore and still doesn't. It is only in the last four years, with meditation, that I have recovered some ability to breathe normally.

Second event: Flash forward and I am four years old, summer time, walking down a dirt road at Tahoe Meadows, Lake Tahoe. We're at the quarter mark road crossing Meadow Rd. Down Meadow road on the left is the lot where my parent's original house burned down one winter. A block away if you turn right to Beach Rd, is the house my father built for my grandmother on the shore. I am between my mother and father holding hands and we are walking back to the lake cabin. My parents begin to quarrel and they are facing each other now. I don't know what they are saying. Because of deafness, I do not have language yet. Mother runs away. I am now facing my father and I raise my arms to be held. Whether I wanted to comfort him or be comforted I no longer have the honesty to know. Maybe both, maybe neither. Does it matter now? Did it matter then?

He looks down on me with the same look of rage I saw in the crib lying on my back. I go into an altered state. I run. I run down the road and the driveway of the empty lot and I am leaning on the wall of my cousin's house that was built in the same place in ... 1965. It is currently 1952. As I lean on the wall for support, I see the green bucket and hose used to rinse the sand off our feet when we come back from the lake. I keep going around the corner of the house. I step up and cross the porch in back winding through the lounge chairs and tables. It doesn't have the pine pole shade Uncle John built, yet. I cross off the porch and sit down on the boat trailer that exists in both time lines for awhile. There are no thoughts. I warm up in the sunshine and quiet. I'm aware of sunshine and quiet.

Eventually the altered state is over. The view is normal now, no longer blocked by the cabin. I see trees, then the meadow and the lake. I get up and walk back to the lake. I don't remember anything more of that day.

The next day, my mother and father take me out for a special treat. I get to go for a boat ride alone with my parents. It is a shiny brown wooden boat, one of those. I remember a picture of me in the boat that day. I look completely trashed, holding my pink cup. I don't want to go. I don't have a choice. Miserably I climb in the boat. I am in terror again. I look at the shore. If he throws mother overboard, what are my choices? Can she carry me to shore? I look at the shore. I realize, if he means it, he will run over us with the big motor and we will die anyway. I debate, would it be better to die in the boat without my mother or in the water with my mother? I decide, I will go in the water. As my parents keep talking to me cheerfully, my father calling me favorite nick names of me, my mother taking pictures of me, I wait in agony for us to return to shore. Will we live or will we die? We finally head back. The boat bumps the shallows, I clamber overboard with mother's help, splash through the water and run up the beach. I look back once over my shoulder to see if mother is safe and they are both looking disappointed and worried at me and I don't know why. I am relieved mother is alive. I don't remember anymore.

I think very shortly after that, is when he nearly kills my baby sister and mother gets a divorce and we move to San Francisco and live with my grandmother.

Don't know if this relates to your ideas of what happened to you sshenry :) I'm amazed myself that your event happened without trauma ... most of my altered state stuff happens only with fear as the trigger.

Sierra

[Sierra]

Thanks Anchor! (I accidentally closed the thread ...)

[Carmen]

God Sierra, you poor wee thing. Those stories are very harrowing!!! Hugs to you

Love

Carmen

[Mark]

my immediate thought was that you visited the "new earth", that 5D reality that is waiting to be populated. you got a sneak peek. :)

[sshenry]

I believe you entered sacred space. You created this by your thoughts and reactions to the beauty of the park moment. This has happened to me.
We can create pockets where all time stops, slows or occurs at once. It doesn't matter where you are or what you are doing, what matters is
your attention/thoughts working with the QUALITY of the space. Shamanic time/space. I believe we are all becoming Every Day Shamans which
means it will no longer take hours of mediation or years of practice to enter into these altered states and understandings. It will become commonplace.
westhill

LOL, I've been practicing meditation for 15 years so the concept of creating sacred space is familiar; expanding the time available and existing completely and totally in the perfection of the moment (and each moment being perfect in and of itself, that opens up a lot of possibilities). I don't know, perhaps I slipped into that sort of a state, though it didin't feel quite the same as when I've been aware of slipping into it (or have chosen to). Regardless, it definitely had a sacred overtone or a flavor of "otherness."

[sshenry]

Don't know if this relates to your ideas of what happened to you sshenry :) I'm amazed myself that your event happened without trauma ... most of my altered state stuff happens only with fear as the trigger.

Sierra

Thank you so much for sharing that Sierra - what traumatic memories for such a small person. A child who should have been feeling loved and protected instead was not. I'm sorry hon, and I wish that you hadn't had to deal with that kind of trauma :(

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my immediate thought was that you visited the "new earth", that 5D reality that is waiting to be populated. you got a sneak peek. :)

That would actually make a strange sort of sense, since there was no one there yet (or no one I could detect). Hmmm.

[Sierra]

God Sierra, you poor wee thing. Those stories are very harrowing!!! Hugs to you

Love

Carmen

I survived :)

And for better or worse, I am here in ever increasing perfection. I think it was required, desired and contracted to break open the doors of perception. If so, it was completely worth it. If not, completely worth it anyway :)

And it makes dear hearts like you give me hugs Carmen, I adore hugs :hug:

[ulli]

here is another hug :hug:
and another :hug:
that little Sierra is still there, somewhere.
She needs hugs. :hug: