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Tuesday, March 24, 2015
"We occupy the same space..."
A few years back, Wendy and I had gone out to dinner with some acquaintances, and I decided to return to the car to wait while they were reminiscing. Just felt a need to be solo for awhile.
I dozed intermittently, then opened my eyes into full awareness. My head happened to be turned toward a low-rise hotel,and I was completely aware of my surroundings. But instead of the hotel as it should have appeared, I realized I was looking at a very old building. It was the same building, but seriously aged, dilapidated.
Because I was keenly aware of my surroundings and knew I wasn't dreaming, I made the decision to maintain the vision/perception for as long as I could. I began studying the building, and observed that there were lights on inside the rooms, but the color and intensity said they were candles, like lanterns.
As I was studying this perception, an androgynous voice made the statement, "We occupy the same space, but not the same time."
I was filled with a sense of awe throughout the experience, which I was able to maintain for approximately 2 minutes.
What does it mean? Who's to say?
Just an unexpected but strangely pleasant encounter with the unknown.
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