posted on Oct, 10 2009 @ 08:50 PM
OK this may be a good place to start. The idea of putting something out on the internet about the strange experiences I had in the fall of 2007 has
been growing in me for some time. This seems to be a similar, yet not as complex experience to the one I had in that is was a sort of "contact"
experience. I was living in Charlotte, NC and was hopping from temp job to temp job. I had been out of work for a while, when I had a promising
interview with a local chain for a payroll job. I lost out on being hired, and made the inadvisable yet rather common decision of someone in that
position of going home and getting slammed. Whiskey. Usually, I just drink beer so as a result, I got really slammed. I staggered around my
apartment for a while, then while I was visiting the smallest room to recycle some fluids, I lost my balance and fell into the shower, hitting the
center of my spine on the hot water knob hard enough to bend it (yet apparently not my spine) out of shape. I don't think I passed out, just picked
myself up and went to bed. Of course, being drunk, my back didn't hurt until the morning.
I woke up with a sore spot, but not really much of a hangover. But on that day, I had the inexplicable idea of pulling an all-nighter to work on
music and poetry, two of my artistic interests. Sometime in the middle of the next night I wrote a poem in fifteen minutes, and then decided to stay
up for as long as I could possibly remain awake, just to see what it would do to me. I believe I made it about 60 hours. There were no unusual
hallucinations (other than minor ones!), and I finally went to sleep and slept like a rock. But the strangeness was about to begin.
I prefer to think of what happened next as a dream, but somehow I am not so sure. For the next month or so, I was off and on in a sort of fugue
state, and can only relate for the most part disjointed fragments of what happened to me. I found myself on my back porch confronted by three persons
who, again to the best of my memory, were young and rather nondescript yet personable and attractive. One seemed to be holding a book or some sheets
of paper. The one with the book simply stated:
“You are being brought along as a mitigating agent for vice with the capacity for direct action.”
There was some more about the world going through some tough times around the year 2012 which might be simply resource wars and not an apocalypse,
which is pretty much what I expect anyway. The overall nature of the dream was that of being given a task to complete.
Next, they said my “past lives” were W.A. Mozart, J.W.V. Goethe, and Adolf Hitler-mostly Mozart and Goethe with a little Hitler for good
measure! I guess, if this really happened apart from a dream, that these past lives were not my actual past lives, but symbols meant to delineate
opposing sides of my character. One could not be both Mozart and Goethe, after all, since their lives overlapped. I do like music and poetry,
however. I am certainly not as bad as Hitler, but have misplaced anger at times. The first "dream" in which I first met the "others" ended with
them telling me to go back in my apartment and wait for the "singularity." They did not tell me what that was. A short time later in the day (I
was definitely awake at this point) a friend of mine came by as it was beginning to storm outside. Suddenly, I saw a shining ball of light which
cannot be described and was drawn into it as my friend exclaimed "Robert, you look weird!" I then found myself in the presence of a veiled yet
benign (but otherworldly!) figure. The main emotion I felt was comfort. There were no words, but I felt that I was soon going to be sent back. As
this happened, I was informed that I was going into reverse time and would know when I caught up with "normal time." The people I had known would
then be to me "just the same."
There is much more to tell, if anyone here finds this interesting. It did not end there.....