Some Really Weird Stuff

I could divide my life experiences into three general groups. The first one is by far the largest and it consists of “normal”, everyday experiences, minute by minute, of an “ordinary” life, let’s say a standard perception of time, space, energy, mass and matter. The second is what I would call the group of mystical experiences, rather rare experiences of a deeper and wider reality, experiences of various depths and intensity, yet always providing meaningful insights into the nature of life, myself or others, usually accompanied or followed by strong emotions, empathy, love, and inner peace and fulfilment. During and after those experiences there always seems to be more peace and more meaning in my existence.

And there is the third group of experiences and those also seem to stretch beyond the limits of the standard perception of the world, but than they make no sense at all. They are just plain weird. They don’t bring inner peace, meaning or fulfilment, but rather mere amazement and confusion. Luckily these experiences are really rare (otherwise my life would be truly funny). But when I mention them to people I often notice that really many of them have also had some weird experiences in their lives, yet they hesitate to share them since sharing this kind of stuff is not so healthy in our modern societies.

Now, since I really love opening things up and dragging them to the surface, here I go sharing some of this stuff. And I hope this will stimulate you to tell some of your weird experiences.

The first one I can remember was when I was about 8 years or so old, waking up from the afternoon nap. It was the twilight in the room and I was alone. Lying on my back with my eyes open, I noticed two little dwarfs silently descending from above towards me, on a yellowish rope. When they almost touched me, the first one noticed that I was watching and seeing them, stopped, signalled about me to the other one and they quickly climbed back up, disappeared somewhere near the ceiling and pulled the rope up. You can imagine that I did neither move nor close my eyes for a long, long time.

Another couple of experiences had to do with drugs (which pretty much sums it up). Anyway, in our times (I was 15 – 16) it was really difficult and expensive to get any sort of “real” drugs and so we were using the drugs of the proletariat, like glue, ether and things like that. Not very healthy, I know, and I am lucky to still have some brain cells left in my skull. Well, on one occasion I completely lost touch with this reality and was welcomed by a deep male voice (like the one in almost all Hollywood movie trailers) into a completely different dimension and this voice announced he was going to show me my future. We started the journey at the end of time for me (some sort of an ultimate disintegration of my identity) and were moving slowly, one crucial event after another, towards the then present moment. It was an amazing journey (yet I cannot recollect any of it, I just remember it was really great) and just before reaching the moment of the present, the voice dramatically announced that now I was going to be shown the person who actually initiated that particular path of life among all the other options. Suddenly an image of the face of my than best friend appeared in front of me. In a shock I regained my consciousnesses, jumped up, opened up my eyes and saw this very same friend sitting next to me with the very same expression on his face. This friend, after a couple of years, introduced to me some books and practices of personal growth that really changed my life completely.

On another occasion the same voice welcomed me again and told me I was going to be initiated in the element of fire; suddenly I found myself inside a very big fire, I was that fire, me and the fire were one, and it all felt as happening in this “normal” reality, not in any sort of another dimension. I WAS the fire for quite some time. Perhaps this is why I like to sit by the fire and poke the live coals so much.

And the last one I feel like sharing right now. It was on my crazy trip across North and East Africa when I was 17. I was lying on the bed out on the yard of a house of my dear local friends in Omdurman, Sudan, and it was one of those beautiful desert sunsets, everything was coloured in various shades of red. Suddenly two purple lights appeared just above horizon and crossed the sky in a couple of seconds, seemingly flying very low (not more that 100 metres above me), but with no sound and with an unbelievable speed. They were not flying in a completely straight line and with the consistent speed, but a little bit playing around, left-right, faster-slower… Nothing that I know of could have possibly done that. It felt like if the time has stopped and I was excited beyond explanation. UFO? I have no idea, I am just sharing my weird experiences, not explanations. Because I have none. And, no drugs involved on that occasion, cross my heart.

Yet, it happened. At least this was what I observed. So, what can I do? Shoot me, lock me up somewhere, but this is what I have seen.

Anyway, tomorrow I am leaving for a 6-day NVC training in North Germany and hope to be able to read a lot of your weird stuff in comments when I come back.