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OCTOBER 12TH, 2011...
It still is a mystery, t'was definitely supernatural, it was a trance.
Have you ever felt like you went back to the future or forward to the past?
Have you ever seen something happen before it really plays out?
Has 'the now' ever felt retrospective to you? Well, this is my story.
October 12th was one of my many time travel dates but that day was different; I practically saw the end, saying I cheated death will not be so far fetched.
Growing up, I had this particular ability to read meaning from dreams. It wasn't really anything special to me until I gave my percept of a dream my mum had to her (my mum). At first, it was obvious that she was transfixed in surprise then from this state she muttered, "it feels like you have been living my life. Did I tell you anything about what happened at NY office yesterday!"... My interpretation was the most probable prediction of what will play out from what was the cas on the office the previous day. I'll not go into so much more details and bore you but this made me the "Joseph of the house" at the time.
As 'now' turned into 'then' and 'today' turned into back when, this ability diminished as a new me developed, one which I am still scared to speak of cause of the stigma I presume will befall me.
On more occasions than I can remember, I have caught moments of a near future in the form of a flashback. It feels like time pauses, the future plays out while I watch it happen then time pauses again, rewinds back yo where we were then plays. But this happens so fast that only my mind's eye gets a glimpse of it. Where this gets amazing is when the preseen future truly arrives; since it was seen by just my mind's eye, it feels like deja vu to my eyes.
That Wednesday afternoon, 2:46pm precisely throws back to a scene which sees me on one end of a single laned one way cross road that separates a minimart from the gate of my high school, the scene for this unforgotten mystery. In my hands were the snacks I crossed over to get from the minimart. I stood there waiting anxiously to cross the seemingly busy road back to school as the time for recess was over by a minute or so. Hus then it happened, the deja vu... Taking a step back in time to 'me inside the minimart', I was hit by a trance. When time paused in this context and skipped two steps to the future, I saw myself crossing that same road but just before I got to the other end, I was hit by two vehicles one was a red coloured overspeeding car, zooming out of a sharp bend and the other was an averagely speeding car with a distracted driver. Both drivers seeing me at that point fueled the agitation that caused the chaos. Just then, the forecast drew me back to 'me in the mart'. This was when I hurriedly stepped out of the mart, looked at my time piece to confirm that the time was 2:46pm, 1 minute past the end of recess. I felt cold chills run down my spine not solely for the lateness but for reasons I could not explain, I felt something wasn't right.
The road cleared up a bit but just before I crossed I felt a very strong urge to wait for a second, I did and there , before my eyes I saw it happen. A man in a car tuning his car stereo for the right frequency and in an opposite direction another spreading red car with a man half concentrated driving... The supernatural part was not where I saw myself watch how I would have died no, not that, it was where another character in this scene did not stick to his script.
In the stance play out, the driver in the red car had his eyes on the road the whole time, though he looked somewhat disturbed or rather engrossed in a deep thinking spree, some things were definitely on his mind as he drove but in the reality play out, he had this stern frowning gaze on me for a few seconds. It was like I did something really bad to him.
Fortunately for all of us nobody died that day and no on incurred any debt of life. It was all good or so it seemed.
Afterwards, I honestly don't know what happened, I was practically traumatized I sure did know that for a fact this was the cases as I could feel myself radiate strains of gloominess anyone with a sense of observation could attest to how solemnly sober I looked. About the snack, I don't even know what became of it, did I loose it at that scene (the cross road) or did a colleague take it from me, I don't know no more!!!
Who was that guy and what was it that he really wanted, why was my life spared that day, where did the strong urge not to cross that road come from, is there really a spiritual engineering to all of this, am I truly in charge of my life and everything there in?
These questions has been sealed to my subconsciousness ever since. I hope to someday get the answers to these questions- the right answers will be even better.
October 12th 2011, it still feels like yesterday and I still feel as lucky as ever. I haven't had the guts to tell anyone about this encounter ever not until now. My fear has been that whatever 'that' was about may have been over but really, it might still be out there waiting for me to sag something about it. The good news is I've been talking lately, not about this though, but about life with a couple of persons and that has built my confidence enough to say these thing without fear.
Not withstanding, I still get the chills when I think back.
At this juncture, I'll indulge us all to stand in ovation to applaud @jerrybanfield for such a wonderful opportunity to express one's self in writing. Thank you so much sir.
Have a lovely day everyone!