I posted this in my thread about the grey room.
www.abovetopsecret.com...
No one really responded to my comments about seeing some strange guy just appearing in the middle of the street. (I was hoping someone would give me
insight into who this guy was.) I copied the post below. As you'll see when you read this, my experience is similar to some of the other people who
posted their experiences.
A day or so before we went to the grey room, we knew the deadline was almost here. We were busy cleaning and settling loose ends. We had just come
back from running errands. I was in the passenger seat. NotThat was driving and parked the car. We both got out of the car, openend the trunk, and
took out some bags.
All of the sudden, a man appeared in the middle of the street. I said, "NotThat, he's here for you." I have no idea why I said that. Maybe it's
because he was looking right at her. I don't know.
NotThat looked up at the man. I did not hear him say anything. She responded, "I'm good." I said, "Why are you talking to him?" She said, "Because he
talked to me first." Remember, I did not hear him say anything.
He kept walking. I looked down and looked up and he was just weird. He was white, but his clothes were an unusual cut. I'd never seen that fashion
before. Like it was modern and outdated at the same time. It wasn't right. It was like he was trying to fit in and look normal. He was very dressed,
but still the outfit wasn't quite right. The fabric was wrong. Not cotton or polyester. Not even stretch fabric. I'd never seen that type of fabric.
The colors were gold and brown. He had brown hair with blond highlights and a very thin brown mustache. It was like he glowed somehow.
When I looked into his eyes, it was like he could see right down into my very soul. It was like I saw the inside of the back of his head. I saw the
whole world in his eyes. It was a deep, never ending, vast well. It totally freaked me out. It felt like I could get lost in there and never come out
again, like he was sucking me in as well. I immediately looked away and refused to look at him in the eyes again. He was unlike any man I'd ever seen
before. He was incredibly beautiful. Perfect.
He was so beautiful and perfect, which made it even stranger why he was talking to NotThat. He definitely went out of his way to talk to her. Not me,
her.
Okay, back to the part where I said "Why are you talking to him." NotThat said, "Because he talked to me first." We both looked down to pick up a bag
and he was gone. There was no where for him to go. There were long flights of steps so he couldn't have gone up them quickly. It was a very wide
street so he couldn't have walked across it that quickly. There was no where to hide. He was simply gone.
There was a "car" parked next to our car. It was the same golden color as the man. It also glowed. No chrome anywhere. I was afraid to touch it.
Somehow it looked fuzzy. I thought if I put my hand on it, my hand would go through the car. It was parked so close that I walked sideways between the
two cars with my hands full of bags so I would not risk touching the car.
We went inside. NotThat said, "That was weird." We went upstairs to the front bedroom and looked out the window. We saw the yellow man. He was staring
right up at us. We didn't want him to see us looking at him so we backed up out of his line of sight.
Later we realized there was no way we could have seen him from that angle because the porch roof was in the way.
We have no idea who he is. It was like he was checking us out.
Is he from the future? Is he an angel? Is he non-human? I don't know.
edit on 30-9-2010 by Waiting2 because: added link to my thread for context
edit on 30-9-2010 by Waiting2 because: NotThat is my mother