Does anyone remember the time for them, when there was no turning back from believing in the paranormal?
Only recently, I recalled a time in my early teens when I was in bed, contemplating the notion there was more to life than what was the every day norm.
Spontaneously, I put it out there.
I've said to myself, that if there is more to this world than meets the eye, then show me.
I didn't have the awareness to be mindful of who I was actually asking.
What happened was a piece of my "artwork" from wood working class at school, that was placed inside the alcove of the bedhead, and leaning against the back panel, simply fell, hitting my head. I remember quite clearly the shocked indignation at it happening.
What happened in my head after this, was a wanting to turn back time, and to not ask and to not know.
I do regret my inability at the time to grasp what had happened. I chose to "forget" because it was too much for me to truly and deeply accept what this meant.
But having said that, I've always known there was 'more' I just didn't own it.
How about you?
Only recently, I recalled a time in my early teens when I was in bed, contemplating the notion there was more to life than what was the every day norm.
Spontaneously, I put it out there.
I've said to myself, that if there is more to this world than meets the eye, then show me.
I didn't have the awareness to be mindful of who I was actually asking.
What happened was a piece of my "artwork" from wood working class at school, that was placed inside the alcove of the bedhead, and leaning against the back panel, simply fell, hitting my head. I remember quite clearly the shocked indignation at it happening.
What happened in my head after this, was a wanting to turn back time, and to not ask and to not know.
I do regret my inability at the time to grasp what had happened. I chose to "forget" because it was too much for me to truly and deeply accept what this meant.
But having said that, I've always known there was 'more' I just didn't own it.
How about you?