I made this drawing back in 1994. It’s a man looking at his reflection in the mirror. I never knew why I made this drawing but all these years later it’s starting to make sense.
This has to be the intense experience I have yet to report. I never felt I’d ever experience such a moment in my life. It’s more than difficult to express because if it didn’t happen to me I would be skeptical at best.
It was 8:30 pm last night. The grandchildren were watching a movie with Mary. I was in the edit bay listening to music from “Disclosure Day” and “Interstellar.” Something triggered in me and I felt odd. I left the house and moved into our backyard. I sat in one of our gravity chairs and enjoyed the cool air and the stars I could see through the puffy clouds moving across the sky.
I suddenly got up. I felt displaced. I went into the garage to check the back door to the alley and make sure it’s locked. As I did it was as if though something took me over and I started robotic-ally speaking in a different voice. It said word by word with pause:
We... have... traveled... back... in... time... to... be... who... we... were... and... who... we... have... become... I... am... you... and... you... are... me.... We... are... the... same.
When it stopped I felt as if I was losing my mind and I suspect many reading this might agree with me. I hesitated to even share it with Mary until this morning. This was straight out of “Disclosure Day” except I didn’t “click” I spoke. I sware it wasn’t me. At least not me from this time.
And the message. Whitley has talked about this; we talked about it together on a recent show. Jeff Selver has spoken about this. Susan Alloyway and others have too. I fact they told Susan something very similiar.
Our future took a turn that missed something very important. In all our advancement it would seem that we lost touch with love, feeling, and emotions. These are the reasons for being. Nothing else matters.
You can travel from one star to another, one dimension to another, collect all knowledge, reach absolute technological heights beyond imagination. But if you lose touch, the meaning of holding the hand of someone you love, then in all that you have achieved nothing.
In my opinion they are us. We are them. Not aliens but us in the distant future, The irony is that they are finding their way back home through us. Balance, feel and listen to the universe. She’s a living being that we are linked together within. She’s trying to tell us something and she whispers to all of us in our sleep. “Listen”.
If this has happened to any of you please reach out.