Noumenal Net

Have I mentioned that I’m from another Universe? I’m not sure I ever have on this or any of my blogs. In fact, now that I’m getting on in years, its kind of easy to forget that unforgettable experience I had back in 1986. I suppose you could say I’ve become acclimatised to your dimension.

But I was recently reminded of that fateful journey by an article on Unexplained Mysteries by Ken Korczak, where he discusses the idea of Multiple Universes. I’d like to share my story with you now.

I come from a place thats not so different than this one. In fact, you could almost say its exactly the same, but with some subtle variations that I suspect are more sensory than anything else. Back in 1986, I lived in the same small North Georgia town that I’m now living in. Of course, I’ve moved around since then, to a great man different places, but after Katrina I found myself displaced from New Orleans and living here again.

Twenty years ago, when I lived here, I was doing a lot of psychic experimentation, trying to develop the natural clairvoyance with which I’d been born, and also practicing meditation, healing techniques, and astral travel. It was the latter that led to my being here in your universe I suppose.

I’d had a few very interesting astral journeys, which found me in what I felt was an alternate universe. It looked like my Universe, but it didn’t feel like my Universe. I would find myself floating down a narrow, tree-lined street, where wood frame houses sat back from the road, bordered by attractive gardens. I saw children playing in the street, and men mowing the lawns, a few parked cars here and there.

It was all very ordinary looking, but two things about this place weren’t ordinary. First, I felt like as I was floating down the street, I was accompannied, maybe by other astral travellers like myself, or maybe by spirits or some other entities. They were invisible, but I had a very distinct sense of their presence. Second, I felt these incredible surges of energy that originated from beneath the ground. And not a good energy. It felt destructive, like an environmental upheaval that hadn’t quite manifested in the material realm yet. I didn’t much like the feeling at all.

As I travelled down this street, accompanied by my invisible companions, I would always turn into the drive of a particular house. It, like the other houses on the street, was quite ordinary. Wood frame, painted white, with a small screened porch at the front. As soon as I would reach the front door, it would open, and when I crossed the threshold, I would always find myself back in my body.

This journey happened several times. It was never exactly the same, I didn’t always see the same people on the street, some days there were bright and sunlit, some were gloomy. But I always followed the same path down the street, I was always accompanied by invisible others, I always felt the upsurge of energy, and I was always led to the same house, over the threshold, and back into my body.

It was during this period of experimentation that I decided to pay my mother a visit down in my hometown in middle Georgia. I hadn’t visited in over 6 months soI took the bus down and stayed a few days in the spare room at my mom’s house.

One afternoon, I was dozing on her living room sofa. I wasn’t trying to leave my body, but thats where I ended up. I found myself flying high over my hometown, looking down on a new shopping center that was being built. (I later confirmed what I’d seen in the out of body journey - there was indeed a new shopping center being built in that area). I’d always felt safe on the OOB journeys that I initiated myself, but this accidental journey had me feeling a bit unhinged.

I heard music, rather strange and discordant but nonetheless pleasing. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. And I noticed a naked man floating not far from where I was floating. He seemed to represent safety and as I was feeling a little out of sorts, I will myself nearer to him. He grabbed my forearms in his hands, and I grabbed his in mine, because I suddenly felt as if I might fall.

We began to spin, high above the town, like the spokes of a wheel, stretched out in a straight line, our arms linked in the center. It seemed almost like a peaceful meditation, but at some point, I realised our hands were slipping further and further down one another’s forearms. Finally we were just clinging to one another by the hands. I heard a voice in my head say “Let go”. And I did.

I plummetted straight down and landed in my body. But a completely paralysed body. I couldn’t move, and it felt as though I was moving rapidly through a tunnel. There was a loud screech in my ears and I don’t mind admitting I was terrified. But it was not quite as if it was me moving. It seemed more like I was stationary and everything else was moving around me. I’ve always described it as “a shift in the space-time continuum”, but those words do little to convey what was really going on, the fear, the chaotic sensations, the sense of both motionlessness and rapid movement.

I could see the living room beyond the confines of the tunnel, but the familiar scenery was somehow fractured and distant, and so much darker. I felt like if I could move something, any body part, I could snap out of this, or somehow pull myself out of it. It felt timeless, like just a few moments and aeons combined, but I think I finally managed to move. Whatever happened, I was right back on the sofa.

But nothing felt the same.

For many weeks afterward I had the distinct feeling that something in my environment was “off”, a bit skewed, a bit sideways. Though I couldn’t pinpoint any exact differences, I sense there were definite discrepancies. I began to suspect that I was no longer where I’d started out.

As stated before, I did eventually become acclimatised to whatever had happened to me. Where I am now seems perfectly natural to me, though I often wonder if maybe, during that experience, I traded places with some other “me” from some similar universe. And of course there’s the deep abiding suspicion that the other “me” is wealthy, living it up, and married to Brad Pitt.