Phantom Images And Glimpses Of Time Jumpers

While listening to an interview with Dannion and Kathryn Brinkley on Coast To Coast on 02/01/2009, something in their discussion caused me to immediately remember an experience I had when I first moved to New Mexico in 1999.  It was sometime after I had that week of  the “Alien Visitors” dreams.  So I thought I would just relax with this blog and recount two times in my life that I have had the experience of seeing what seemed like glimpses of other worlds.

In the latter part of 1999 after I had moved to New Mexico, I was relaxing one afternoon on my bed mat with a book.  All of a sudden, what I would describe as a “phantom image” came running right through the closed bedroom door, jumped right over me, and then disappeared into the opposite wall!  He was short, wore a white shirt, wore a brown belt or holster at the waist, had on a straw hat, appeared to be of Spanish or Mexican ethnicity, and appeared to be from a prior era such as the Wild West in the 1880s.   Oddly enough, when he jumped over me, I had the very clear sense that he did not see me and in his world  was jumping over a tumbleweed or rock.  That was amazing enough but then, someone or something appeared to come running through the closed door behind him, but that image completely faded before I could register any detail. 

Everything about that event strongly suggested to me that two time lines had merged somehow.  Once I recalled that event, I recalled another one as a child, although I don’t know if it would be time overlap in nature or just a child’s premonition.

I was 4- or 5-years old when mom tucked me in bed for the night.  I laid there for a short while and then noticed the heads of three adult men looking down at me from a corner of the room.   Because I had never seen people dressed and looking like they did, I was frightened.  I closed my eyes to make them go away but I could still see them against my closed eyes!  They had scarves around their neck, caps on their heads that looked foreign to me, dark complexion, and they were all smiling.  The image finally went away and I slept.  A short time later, my parents took me to Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco.  We were walking through souvenir shops and went by a table of little head sculptures.  I remember screaming and asking my mom about these sculptures.  I don’t remember what she told me at the time of the event but when we talked about it as I grew older, she said that those figures were of “Basque fishermen.”  She asked me why these figures scared me and I told her about seeing the three people looking down on me in my room that looked just like those sculptures.  Of course, mom just made explanations about my imagination, etc.  Of course, near the end of her life, mom certainly had learned that apparitions can and do occur.

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