Once, I walked into an area in Texas where I had never before set foot.
It was a long time ago, just an apartment complex. Nothing special. But the
minute I walked across the lawn, the instant, strong feeling of recognition
stopped me in my tracks. I literally couldn’t move.
I stood there for what seemed like an eternity, trying to get a grip on
what was happening. It was, in a word, disturbing. Right down to the bone.
The complex was a maze of buildings, and, from where I stood, the range
of numbers that marked each section weren’t visible. Didn’t matter. I walked
right up to where I needed to go, as if I’d been there a thousand times before.
The experience haunted me. It was like peeking over the edge of a
memory that just wouldn’t come into full focus.
After a while, I did what most people do and chalked up the incident to
déjà vu . . .
Let’s think about this. If you look up the word déjà vu in the
dictionary, you’ll find an explanation that refers to the illusion of a past experience that is actually occurring for the
first time. So scratch that. I knew
right where I was headed. Then there’s the reincarnation scenario. That’s a
story I’ll share another day, but I’ll address the gist of it now: Nope.
Because the building was new. I had been around a tad longer.
The only explanation left to me is that I had actually walked the same path before. On a different level of
existence.There are so many theories on
parallel dimensions; it’s difficult to wrap your brain around just one. What I
have read leads me to believe that Einstein, whose psychic experiences are well
documented, approached the subject of parallel dimensions as matter versus
reality. If your mind likes to wander down the quantum trail, here’s an
interesting link for that (note that the scientific approach also refers to
“illusions”): Message to Eagle
I tend to approach the idea of different (or parallel) dimensions from
the spiritual side. My experience has followed me through the years, maturing. A
gift of insight. I believe that when we leave here, our souls—the
heart of what we are—move on. And I sometimes wonder if “moving on” leads us to
a place that exists just slightly out of step from the world we now know. In
theory, there may be several levels of that alternate place, like stairs
needing to be climbed (back to the reincarnation thing again), until we reach
the place where we were always meant to go. A level of understanding, I
Until we pass, we won’t really know for sure, but, being the curious
sort, I like to ponder.
Years ago, I had the strangest experience after falling asleep. I’d put in a
long, hard day and was exhausted, so I nodded off the minute my head hit the
pillow. At one point in the middle of the night, the irritating buzzing of our
alarm clock jolted me awake. I dragged myself out of bed, and through the
sleepy haze in my brain, wondered what had triggered the alarm at such an odd
hour. I hadn’t changed the settings, the power hadn’t blinked out.
I stumbled through the darkness, over to the dresser, thinking that
the glare of numerals on the clock seemed more intense. Then I noticed the
sound of the alarm seemed wrong—louder, with a higher pitch. Much more intense.
At that point, there was a tiny whisper of awareness inside me. Hard to
explain, but it felt as though I were moving about in a half-surreal dimension,
with one foot grounded to reality while the other stepped into a place where
everything that existed was undefined.
I shut off the alarm, moved like an automaton back to bed, and fell
in. A short time later, my eyes popped open when the alarm went off.
Uncommon? Not really.
When I woke, my limbs felt heavy; it was hard to move. I was disoriented for
a long while but finally accepted that my midnight trek across the room had
been just a dream.
Was this lucid dreaming?
No. But close. I did have that inkling of awareness during my dream.
Still, I truly believed that I was awake. Sensations and sounds were so
The mind is a marvel. We have barely tapped the surface of
its power. Some of you may be familiar with the writings of Carlos Castaneda,
who purportedly studied under Don Juan Matus, a half Yaqui Indian sorcerer. In
his later novels, as his time with Don Juan progressed, Mr. Castaneda wrote
about some intriguing experiences of attempting to control certain events
during his dreams. Although the Don Juan series was published as non-fiction, a
good portion of what Mr. Castaneda revealed is beyond ordinary imagination!