Questioning My Sanity

From time to time people tell me that maybe I'm not quite right in the head, and sometimes I believe them. I start questioning what I believe. I start to ask myself why I believe what I do, without a single grain of evidence. And I keep coming up with the same answer. Because I know that I'm right.

Don't get me wrong. I can't explain to you the how's, why's, and wherefore's of the worlds mysteries but I have witnessed enough to question the physical realm.

As I explained earlier my father gave me an early tuition in religion and just about everything that ends in 'ology. And then at the latter end of 2000 he was diagnosed as being schizophrenic. Suddenly everything that I believed in was a figment of my fathers, overactive, imagination. It took me nearly two years to regain my faith in my own memories. And I think that somehow 're birthing' myself has made my faith in was is right, even more fervent.

So, what have been my personal experiences, of something other than what we generally perceive? I glad you asked, but next time a shorter question please.

As a child I would spend time roaming the heath land and lanes around my childhood home. With the nearest streetlights being about two miles away, we had an excellent view of the night sky. And my family, my friends and myself would spend many long hours gazing heavenward in the hope of catching one of the many, high altitude, aerial displays that occurred throughout the year. And so began an interest in UFology. Of course, I am as healthily sceptical as the next man unless there is sound scientific proof or at least theory to back up some of the more amazing claims that seem to appear. But as far as I can see, the belief that we are either the only intelligent race in the universe or the most intelligent is bordering on delusions of grandeur and sheer vanity.

However, there are other mysteries that lurk in the corners of our world which will be argued about for all eternity, because the proof lies in the psyche of the believer.

For instance. About 19 or 20 years ago I was alone at home, my girlfriend at the time worked nights, and since the house was quiet I decided to use the opportunity to practice my meditation. It was the first time that I had managed to achieve a full, lucid, out of body experience. As I gazed across at my peaceful looking corpse I saw a figure stood next to it. In an instant I was stood alongside the stranger. Without a word passing between us. The figure turned to face me, and I looked into the face of the angel of death. The scull in the cowl, it was there. In shock my astral self sat down but I sat on the leg of my body and immediately returned to waking consciousness.

On another occasion I was in my local pub chatting with friends. Nothing spectacular about that except for the experiment we tried. Amanda took my friend Paul to one side whispered into his ear then they both came back to join me. Amanda told me that she had asked Paul to think of a shape and colour and she wanted me to try and guess what it was. I concentrated as hard as I could, not really thinking that I would be able to do it, and a blurry image of a triangle came into my mind. But no matter how hard I tried I could not make out any discernable colour, just a strange purple colour that wouldn't actually settle as anything. I told Paul what I had seen and he was gob smacked. He said the triangle was right but as for the colour, he couldn't make his mind up between red or blue.

Now I know that there are those that can explain to me why these are not acts of a supernatural nature. But I would just like to know, where's your proof?

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