Yesterday, 12:47 PM
I don't want to put my wife's DV experience out there, it is too personal and involves our son.
But as for mine, I will share. Internally I have dissected every detail, from every angle within the context of the experience under the microscope of my own reason and logic for well over a decade. Just know that whatever perfectly reasonable explanation you can come up with I have likely spent untold hours contemplating it and finding it unable to satisfy all the details. I will keep this short and sweet.
I got late start that day, sometime late afternoon so by the time I reached the lake, found a suitable campsite with an astounding view of University Peak, made dinner and chilled out for a bit it was well into the dark of night. My last chore before bed was to gather water.
I walked to the vicinity of the shore and began searching for a way in as it was completely socked in with willows. I soon found a very large and flat boulder roughly the dimensions of a large conference room table I could access without bushwhacking. I hopped up on this and was pleased to see the other side had a small strip of beach just enough for me to crouch down to gather water and zap it with my steripen. I believe 1 liter of water takes like 90 seconds, so I was there just long enough to zap a liter.
When done, I stood up and turned around to face the boulder to hop up on it when a very large (roughly deer sized) white thing swooped down then up through the air over the boulder. It was maybe a couple feet in front of me and a couple feet above my head. It flew first downward into the light of my headlamp, then arced upward and away all above the boulder, and was completely silent. No flapping of wings, no landing and running away, nothing. In the next instant it is day and the same boulder is in front of me, I am in the same place at the lake. A native american man lay dying on the boulder, and a woman is crouched by his side holding his hand. Both looked to be in their mid 20's, and I was in another time. I was at this scene for 5 to 10 seconds, then it was night again and I was standing alone at the boulder.
My mind and body then went into hyperdrive from the shock. My mind raced in 20 directions at once struggling to process and my adrenaline was pumping. By the time I went back to camp I was pretty spent from all that and luckily was able to just fall asleep.
The the Big Pine Paiute Historical Preservation Officer I shared the story with was the first person besides my wife who said despite the fact I am white, they believed I experienced a vision. There was more that was said, but that stays between us.
But as for mine, I will share. Internally I have dissected every detail, from every angle within the context of the experience under the microscope of my own reason and logic for well over a decade. Just know that whatever perfectly reasonable explanation you can come up with I have likely spent untold hours contemplating it and finding it unable to satisfy all the details. I will keep this short and sweet.
I got late start that day, sometime late afternoon so by the time I reached the lake, found a suitable campsite with an astounding view of University Peak, made dinner and chilled out for a bit it was well into the dark of night. My last chore before bed was to gather water.
I walked to the vicinity of the shore and began searching for a way in as it was completely socked in with willows. I soon found a very large and flat boulder roughly the dimensions of a large conference room table I could access without bushwhacking. I hopped up on this and was pleased to see the other side had a small strip of beach just enough for me to crouch down to gather water and zap it with my steripen. I believe 1 liter of water takes like 90 seconds, so I was there just long enough to zap a liter.
When done, I stood up and turned around to face the boulder to hop up on it when a very large (roughly deer sized) white thing swooped down then up through the air over the boulder. It was maybe a couple feet in front of me and a couple feet above my head. It flew first downward into the light of my headlamp, then arced upward and away all above the boulder, and was completely silent. No flapping of wings, no landing and running away, nothing. In the next instant it is day and the same boulder is in front of me, I am in the same place at the lake. A native american man lay dying on the boulder, and a woman is crouched by his side holding his hand. Both looked to be in their mid 20's, and I was in another time. I was at this scene for 5 to 10 seconds, then it was night again and I was standing alone at the boulder.
My mind and body then went into hyperdrive from the shock. My mind raced in 20 directions at once struggling to process and my adrenaline was pumping. By the time I went back to camp I was pretty spent from all that and luckily was able to just fall asleep.
The the Big Pine Paiute Historical Preservation Officer I shared the story with was the first person besides my wife who said despite the fact I am white, they believed I experienced a vision. There was more that was said, but that stays between us.