After breakfast this morning, I told Maw of my experience while working as a temp at SJ Water Company off First Street. Long ago, a disgruntled state employee shot and killed, I believe, ten people. I was sitting at a desk facing the light-rail off First Street. Everyday, I’d see flashes of bright lights twice or more. I didn’t feel pain but the pounding pressure of seeing these quick mental images.
Maw then recalled a television programming on ghosts. Vincent Curatola saw his father walk to an old Ford truck. The old ghost wore the same clothes and hat. I then told Maw that maybe in that dimension his father was still alive but in Vincent’s dimension he is dead.
Then after pooping again, I was reading `The Significance of the One` by DB. In Chapter 8 of the first paragraph, I know how the `torrent of tears` feel like – the separations and then the returns. On page 74 of that same chapter, here is another truth worth sharing:
“Time and distance are illusions.”
What Vincent and I experienced where illusions. What we saw, heard and felt was as we were re-living what was a time – a reality – long gone but at the same time co-exists but sometimes goes beyond our perceptions, given the limitations of our senses, which almost always do not lie.
Totally. I spent three years as a manager of a theatre and arts complex housed in an old English mansion. So many ‘replay incidents’ happened: a woman walking down the stairs, a a man in Victorian dress. Your theory would certainly explain these.
But there were physical incidents too- a nearby Bishop has to be nrought in twice because the entire top floor offices were trashed by something. More than once. I wonder if this elastic time and space can be crossed by physical phenomenon?
Definitely. There are more than one occasion whereby physical phenom has manifested. Of course, those are my personal testimonies (as entered in my old blog entries) and I’ve no scientific evidence to provide as proof – no photos or videos.