My ArrivalI remember, about twenty years ago, being in complete darkness, unthinking, unkowing. Why I was in this darkness I do not know, but I remember seeing a tiny dot, so tiny I barely noticed it. The dot got bigger and bigger, and, though I first noticed it being a whiteish light, as I this light got closer I noticed a lot of differnt colors and patterns were in this light, I was amazed and yet some how not at the same time. This has been a consitent issue throughout my life, caring, but not really caring at all. Anyway, the light was the light of the Earth. I didn't know that at this point, or at least I don't think I did. I didn't so much think about what was going on in words as I was just observing what was happening. I was moving very quickly toward the Earth and sort of began to slow down, or at least that is how it appeared. And then I began moving very quickly toward it once again. Once I had gotten over the clouds I slowed down again. My movement didn't seem self controlled, it was as though I was a guided missile, if you will, just going along for the ride. I remember thinking that the clouds were land, and felt rather foolish when I had seen the ground below in a break in the clouds realizing my mistake. And it was nearly at that exact moment that I shot towards the ground at a very high volicity, so fast I don't fully remember the decent, but once again I was in darkness, conscious, thinking, but confused. Within seconds I could see thousands of tiny lights flying all around me in this darkness, I began feeling sensations I, at this point, had never knowingly felt before, and I could hear this sound. I couldn't quite make it out, and, at first I didn't pay much attention to it as I had never, knowingly, heard anything before. It intrigued me greatly, but my attention was once again diverted to this image of a golden orange color that I began to see through the darkness, like it was part of it, and past all the thousands of tiny lights. The sounds grew louder and more clear, it was laughter, and this feeling of such joy as I had never felt before that moment, nor since, came over me. And all while this was happening I was growing more and more confused. I could feel something below me moving, and soon realised I was on something that was moving, and I could feel something below it that was moving in the opposing direction. Still, I grew even more confused. The golden orange color soon took over the darkness, and the lights were soon gone with it. I began to move, still growing more confused with all these new sensations. I realized that the laughter was coming from within some part of me. That, of course, confused me more. I started thinking of words, and the meaning of these words didn't make much sense to me at first, but almost as soon as I thought a word and was confused by it did I come to understand what it meant. There was so much going on at that time, so many questions boiling in my mind begging for answers, and I looked up and could see a face, and could see that I was being dragged on a sheet, and I couldn't stop laughing, but I was confused and completely terrified at this time. I rolled backward off the sheet looking at the image of the creature holding it, and to the left of this creature (my right) was another one. I began to freak out and the questions just grew and grew and finally I got an answer. It came from all around me and within me, a voice. I have only heard this voice three times in my entire life, and never have I heard another anything like it. Not in person, and not on television. It was a soft nurturing voice, like that of a comforting mother, but also a strict bold voice like that of a disciplining father, and it sounded like both in tone, but also neither. It told me as I looked upon the first creature, "That is your father", and as I looked at the other, "That is your mother". "Where am I", I asked. "You're home, you're safe", the voice answered. Oddly enough, that was enough for me. I had traveled from a far away place, one I couldn't remember, came to a place that I had no Idea why, and through all of the confusion of aquiring a body, I was ok with those answers? I still to this day do not know why I did not futher question my situation at that time, but I went on the rest of that day like nothing had happened.
It would be two more days of waking in the morning wondering what had happened, still not understanding. And by the third I began to draw the images I had seen in fear that I would somehow lose them. The creature that had been identified as my mother, and who I had quickly taken to calling mom, came over for what ever reason, I wasn't paying much attention to her, and she noticed that I was drawing pictures. She drew in closer to see what it was I was drawing and she screamed for the creature that had been identified as my father, who it actually took more time for me to call dad, as I still wasn't sure, and since he didn't call much for my attention I didn't see why I had to anyway. "Hon, come here", she yelled. He came quickly with a somewhat frantic look on his face, likely due to the sound of her own voice. "Look what he is drawing", she said, "How can he be drawing this?". Now there are any number of reasons to explain why I could be drawing such images, but the detail of the town I had seen just before the event I had endured, crashing into this body, would have been a difficult task for a child of two and a half years. However, I thought I had done something wrong, so I stopped before I could finish them, and I never talked to either of my parents about the event, or anyone at that. At least, not until I was fourteen when I could no longer stand to be silent about it. Since my mother was the first to have witnessed the pictures I first approached her about them and asked her if she could remember that day. It took her a few seconds, but she managed to pull forth the memory, and she called my father over once again asking if he had himself remembered the event. It took him a bit longer than it did her, but he finally pulled up his own rendition of the event, and quickly their faces joined together in a confused questioning ex
Any who. There is a lot more to my story, but I am more interested in looking for others. I've spent much of the last couple of years looking, but never finding anyone. I know, not think, I have come from somewhere else, not because I have a hunch, or a feeling, but because I remember it... well sort of, but I have a lot of confirmation that also proves it. I can at least say I'm not from this Earth prior to the events I have just written about, and I AM looking for answers. I know there must be others as I have read about them in as the exist in history, and though the people of their time could not understand, the people living today can much better understand.
Look upon me and you will never see me. Speak with me and you will never hear me. Hold my hand and you will never feel me. Bring your nose near me and you will never smell me. Press your lips upon my own and you will never taste me. Though I stand here before you, I am invisible to all the world. For when you do observe what I am you will see I am like any other man, but if you could see that which lies inside, behind the lies of the fold behind which you are blind, you would see that this man is, indeed, not a man at all.
lostchild1989to1990 26-30, M 6 Responses 1 Dec 21, 2011