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Actually it was vertical, symmetrical- the same size at both ends and turning in place high above my house. It was not a stormy day. After a while I started feeling a bit eerie and went inside doubting my sanity again, I do that a lot, see something, try not to dwell on it and go back to normal.
Like I wrote before I’ve had this weirdness since birth. Its spontaneous. Once my twin sister and I were play sword fighting with harmless balsa wood sticks(we were about five) our mother told us to stop, we didn’t, so she snatched them from our hands opened the pot belly stove our only source of heat, we were poor, and tossed them into the fire.
I watched them burn, then boom I was suddenly standing atop a high mountain. I was a grown man. The sound of rifle shots echoed from far below. I looked down and saw a barren plain. The earth had been scoured clean right down to bed rock. The rifle shots grew louder and more like little explosions. Peering across the plain I saw the sky, the horizon was moving toward me, peering deeper I saw people, a sea of people runnning from the horizon. Then I realized the horizon wasn’t moving it was being consumed by an infinite wall of white fire sweeping across the universe utterly destroying everything in its path. And the rifle shots was a not gun fire at all, it was people who could not out run the wall of white fire. They were exploding the moment the fire touched them.
I was screaming for them to hurry to the mountain, somehow I knew they would find escape there- a passageway to a safe place. But people were still falling behind exploding like popcorn in the distance. I could not bear to see anymore, I turned away. Suddenly I was a little boy again staring into a fire that now looked almost cool compared to what I had just seen.
Even then I clung to the possibility I was just seeing things, that I was just a little crazy. I’m not trying to tell stories or impress people I’m just sharing my past hoping to find others with comparable memories or at least a willling ear. Thanks again Ray.
Like I wrote before I’ve had this weirdness since birth. Its spontaneous. Once my twin sister and I were play sword fighting with harmless balsa wood sticks(we were about five) our mother told us to stop, we didn’t, so she snatched them from our hands opened the pot belly stove our only source of heat, we were poor, and tossed them into the fire.
I watched them burn, then boom I was suddenly standing atop a high mountain. I was a grown man. The sound of rifle shots echoed from far below. I looked down and saw a barren plain. The earth had been scoured clean right down to bed rock. The rifle shots grew louder and more like little explosions. Peering across the plain I saw the sky, the horizon was moving toward me, peering deeper I saw people, a sea of people runnning from the horizon. Then I realized the horizon wasn’t moving it was being consumed by an infinite wall of white fire sweeping across the universe utterly destroying everything in its path. And the rifle shots was a not gun fire at all, it was people who could not out run the wall of white fire. They were exploding the moment the fire touched them.
I was screaming for them to hurry to the mountain, somehow I knew they would find escape there- a passageway to a safe place. But people were still falling behind exploding like popcorn in the distance. I could not bear to see anymore, I turned away. Suddenly I was a little boy again staring into a fire that now looked almost cool compared to what I had just seen.
Even then I clung to the possibility I was just seeing things, that I was just a little crazy. I’m not trying to tell stories or impress people I’m just sharing my past hoping to find others with comparable memories or at least a willling ear. Thanks again Ray.