I was laying in bed last night, waiting to fall asleep, and the power went out. As I laid there thinking about how cold it would get, a gray telephone we had many years ago began ringing in the closet. I wondered what it was doing in there.
Instantly the scenery changed and I flashed back to an event I didn’t know about twelve years ago. As I observed it, it made me sad.
Then I kept going back in time, first to one event and then another.
I stopped for a long time when my dad was trying to sell his car to some scummy guy. Dad really needed the money and the other guy was a total a-hole. I had my telekinesis (TK) abilities by this time and 99% of me wanted to kill this guy, but I had to let it be. I turned away.
As I walked towards an old, round table I thought, “Somewhere, sometime, my body is laying in bed, but I can’t feel it and I can’t get back to it.”
On the table was a stack of magazines. I used my TK to make the top magazine come to me. It was named Buddha Living, or something like that. I made another one come to me, then another, and another, and they were all along that theme. Being all non-compassionate at that moment and still wanting to kill the other guy I kindly thought, WTF?
My dad came over to me. He used to love making model airplanes, and as he came to me the scenery changed and we were surrounded by his planes, most of which I knew. We hugged.
Instantly the scene changed and I was in a house where something was going wrong. I tried to help the people but I couldn’t do much. I didn’t know what was wrong, and nobody would give me any information.
When I realized the situation was helpless I started to leave. Then my maternal grandmother, who passed away many years ago, came around a corned and walked up a flight of stairs. I called to her and she turned and looked at me. I didn’t know what to say, so I said, “It’s nice to see you again.” She said, “You, too.” Then she turned and walked away.
I walked out of the house and onto an old cobblestone and dirt street. Across the street was a beautiful, old, large church. I wanted to see what it looked like inside, so I crossed the street, but as I approached the church there was a commotion to my left, so I decided to see what was going on.
Some people needed some assistance, and I thought it would be an easy TK thing to do, so I started to help them. But it was much, much harder to do than I expected, so I put all of my effort into it. I couldn’t do what I wanted, so I kept pushing harder and harder. At some point the song in the video shown below began playing.
As I tried harder a man’s voice began talking in my left ear. He was whispering some of the lyrics from this song, and the harder I tried the more he spoke. I kept trying harder and harder until I eventually became like Eleven in the last episode of Stranger Things.
(At which point I woke up in bed, shaking uncontrollably, yada yada.)