posted on Nov, 11 2007 @ 05:09 PM
I didn't look at the photo again, because it came right to me from seeing it briefly before. I didn't look at the artical iether, because I don't
want it to give me any hints or clues that aren't just from (where ever).
Like I said, reverence, awe and uncertainty.
The feelings I will discribe as like when your getting ready to start your first day at high school (a big school with lots of buildings) - kind of
scary, nervious.
As far as AT the time of death... the feeling... (Of course, when I try to zone in on 'death', often it can be the 'death' of a time v. the
physical death... but if this person is dead... it's odd, because I thought you said it was a male, yet I get female loud and clear. Maybe that's
where his thoughts were as the fear of death struck. But as far as the death itself (of someone he is thinking of as this photo was taken or during
his own death) it is more a wonderous / dreamy / calm / ... like a split second is taking soooo long. It's like only one second has gone by just
now, but in my mind there are complete thoughts and ideas that would have to take much longer to think - many complete thoughts - all of them are non
hurried and not fast - they are calm, completed thoughts but they somehow happen in such a short time that it don't seem possible - and this thought
also passes through his mind. It's a wonderous thing to realise and his minds drifts there for a moment.
It is anxious and scary.. then awsome and WOW in a reverence / mellonchally / almost sad kind of way.. then it's complete and so ??? in such a fast
fast period of time. Like slow motion time going on around this person. The pain isn't there and even though this person knew death was there, so
quickly it was no longer a scary or concerning thing. It went quickly to something different. It feels like being overwhelmed when looking at
something that is so great and mysterious that you can't even come up with words or thoughts to discribe it and you just marvel.
Somehow I think all that I discribed was of a person that this person in the photo was thinking of though - I could be wrong, but it seems the death I
am discribing wasn't belonging to this person in the photo.
Does this make any sence at all? Remember, what I'm getting could be from the person in the photo, but somehow it feels detatched yet personal to
him.
Please let me know - I'm real curious about it now.
And your right - something is funny. Why would these things feel detatched and possibly not him? Has his body been brought back home or did they
just 'say' he was killed?