One of those difficult stories to write and share. I have had trouble taking this venture and sharing an encounter with the ‘Unknown’. First, an attack from being lazy to construct the experience into words. And then, the hard work of trying not to offend the knowledge we already have and are accustomed to.
As part of my usual routine of taking a walk in the early hour of the day, to go someplace quiet and human-free; Isolating myself to ruminate over the sound of silence, especially before the break of the day, and in the heart of the night.
In my walk down the silent path, I found a tree that had clearly prepared a seat for me and to rest my aching backside. I didn’t hesitate for once, but to accept the offer. I was sitting there bereft of anything in particular to do. In truth, it was always like that at the initial stage until something inspired my thought process.
This time, the range between the sky and a mountain top at my horizon was digging into the depth of my mind. I was not pondering this in the mundane sense. Instead, I was developing a sense of the fallible nature of things in general. I suddenly realized that I was having a conversation with myself. I was asking questions, analyzing, deliberating and, quite frankly, feeling confused.
“Why is the sky looking closer than ever? So the distance between the sky and where we are is not that far after all.” I thought to myself. And as I was proceeding further in this inner dialogue, suddenly a ‘visitor’ touched my shoulder, from behind. A brief description of this moment is already shared on this link.
A recap on the key areas(His words in bold letters):
He said to me in a very gentle voice, “Godfrey, sorry if I startled you.” I was still in the process of trying to identify his gender, yet he called my name which got me a bit overwhelmed. All I could say was, “How did you know my name…who are you really?” Then something even bizarre began to happen. I thought I might have been going crazy at this moment. That none of this happening is real.
I suddenly had a very strange feeling that I was in the company of someone who was probably from a different dimension. This feeling was channelled strangely to me from him in a way unimaginable. His presence made me feel like I was in a kind of ‘field’ within his dimension. Then he apologized again and responded, “Sorry about what I just did. I wanted to keep the conversation as short as possible ‘because I know you’re going to ask me so many questions. From the looks of your eyes, I know you’re terrified but please don’t be. See me as a visitor for now. You asked how I know your name; Who exactly does not know your name? Everyone does know you, at least from where I’m from.”
This aroused my curiosity which I think should be normal but I just don’t know if I was fully ready for what was about to happen so I needed to adjust my posture a little bit to get my feet ready to escape, my mind ready to comprehend, my eyes wide open, and my ears to pick every word he’s going to say. I could see him smiling, that kind of smile that suggests he’d seen this timeline long before now. Before I could respond, he said,
“I know what you’re going to say. I’ve had it all figured out so I’d save you the time. You want to know where I’m from and why I came to you. First, you need to know we’ve been watching you and others like you in your world. Where I came from is a dimension within yours. This is not the first time you’re meeting a visitor from our dimension, though the second and last time. I was sent to you now because we know you’re ready…there’s so much about you and where you are that you don’t know and certain knowledge is deliberately hidden from you because you may not be able to handle it. My dimension is not different from yours only that, time is not a factor there. There are several other dimensions within yours that your species are yet to explore…”
He continued to say things that he carefully instructed me not to disclose yet to anyone as they might think that I was going crazy. People in this age would discard anything that doesn’t make sense or doesn’t relate to the frame of knowledge they’re used to. As far as knowledge is concerned, we’re still in a primitive age.
I would continue the other sections of our conversation on the next part of this story: “The Most Captivating Story — Part II: The Mysteries of Time.”
