| It's three A.M. and suddenly you jolt awake from | | | | experiencer of things not all that dissimilar than |
| a sound slumber. You are not sure why and then | | | | what I described above. The childhood my |
| your eye catches it; the blue light flooding through | | | | brother and I had was very interesting and at |
| the slitted blinds draping your bedroom window. | | | | times terrifying to say the least. We, together |
| The light dances and winks in mischievous play | | | | have seemingly experienced almost the entirety |
| about the room when suddenly, in your reverie, | | | | of the paranormal realm and its unorthodox |
| odd silhouettes and forms break up the blue | | | | offerings at one time or another and sometimes |
| luminescence with a macabre foreboding. How can | | | | multiple events at once! Things flew around our |
| this be? This is a third story window? You begin | | | | room, the whispers chattered, the temperature |
| to sit up so as to cautiously get out of bed and | | | | grew cold and the blue light flooded through the |
| investigate the goings on outside your window but | | | | windows. My brother and I watched and unwillingly |
| are inextricably paralyzed and unable to move. | | | | participated in these horrifying events until we |
| You hear your heart pounding but cannot feel it. | | | | were both well into our teenaged years. |
| You hear your breath rising in a panicked, | | | | Now as I look back on these occurrences and |
| fear-driven crescendo but cannot sense your | | | | relate to them as well as compare them with |
| chest rising and falling in staccato fashion. There's | | | | those of other experiencers, my mind, analytical |
| movement in your room. Your breath comes | | | | as it is, naturally began to seek balance by way |
| faster. You try to say, "Who's there?" but your | | | | of plausible explanations and answers. Well, after |
| voice fails you as you only seem to manage a | | | | over three decades of scratching my head in |
| pathetic whimper. The outlines of heads and | | | | wonderment and frustration, I will foolishly supply |
| shoulders and arms begin surround you in the | | | | one pithy conclusion. There are no answers. None. |
| dance of blue light. You make a feeble attempt at | | | | The act of knowing seems to be the antithesis to |
| screaming in a final futile act to attract help of | | | | the actual thing. The Id or our perceived persona |
| any kind. | | | | is a distraction of some sorts. By relating to an |
| Your alarm goes off... | | | | identity, we are forced conceptually to look upon |
| It is 7:30 and you feel groggy, fuzzy-headed and | | | | everything around us and in us as Other Than. I |
| slightly confused. After a couple of minutes of | | | | don't think it is. It is this sense of Other Than, in |
| sitting up and rubbing your head and face you | | | | my opinion, that is both the progenitor and the |
| notice some strange markings on your thigh and | | | | harbinger of the fear of it; fear of the separate |
| the memories of the what was perhaps a fading | | | | and unknown or Unknowable thing. Fear that is |
| nightmare come at you all at once as image after | | | | unfounded if one were to maybe accept the |
| image of the early morning's events play out in | | | | possibility that the bad, bad thing is actually one's |
| your mind's eye. My God...What happened?! | | | | self. At once it becomes innocuous and inane as a |
| Feelings of dread, helplessness and violation wash | | | | mere cerebral contrivance of ether and pith. |
| over you in a dizzying intoxication. You try to | | | | However, that is not to say that the mystery |
| convince yourself that it was all a bad dream but | | | | has been stolen from its realm of manifest. I've |
| the markings on your body speak otherwise. You | | | | only supplied a plausible one half of the equation. |
| can't remember anything past your innocuous | | | | Whom or what is the other half or more of this |
| attempt at screaming. The noise that was so loud | | | | etheric equation, prithy tell me? Sadly, only |
| in your head was but a whisper out of your | | | | another postulate and speculative guess comes to |
| mouth as tears stained your cheeks. Nobody | | | | mind because as I stated earlier, knowing the |
| heard your fear. Nobody came to your | | | | thing only seems to make it more separate with |
| desperation. Nobody but you and the uninvited | | | | the ever-unnerving stance of Other Than |
| guests knows of the terrible horror that lives on | | | | perception. To me, THAT is the Trickster. That |
| only in the rattled confines of your skull. Nobody... | | | | fleeting sense of Other Than instead of More Of |
| Does this scenario sound familiar? Have you | | | | Myself in constant horrific and morphing |
| experienced something like this or other some | | | | manifestation is, to my way of thinking, the illusive |
| such similar event? Played a part in a terrible | | | | Coyote; the skinwalking shapeshifter preying upon |
| reality not of your own making and design? Or | | | | the archetypal arsenal lying in waiting within your |
| was it? | | | | subconscious mind. |
| This event could have just as easily been | | | | I call this illusive Trickster Element a |
| manipulated into a stereotypical Ghost or Haunting | | | | Psychoterrestrial Phenomenon: The potential |
| scenario. A loud sound followed by strange | | | | cumulative effect of the Human Collective |
| movements of inanimate objects, disembodied | | | | Subconscious Mind in forgotten communicative |
| voices utter mutterings just out of earshot, | | | | connection and cahoots with Gaia Consciousness |
| bizarre lights flit in and out of your peripheral | | | | which in turn would naturally extend to Universal |
| vision never letting you witness their entirety, | | | | Consciousness. The menagerie of images |
| shadows oozing from corners and from behind | | | | witnessed in macabre fashion are perhaps nothing |
| furniture as wrappings, knockings and wails eerily | | | | more than the fear based archetypes mentally |
| tie it all together. | | | | stored in a necessarily exaggerated fashion in our |
| I think this has a possible explanation. I think we | | | | own primitive subconscious. Because of our |
| are on the brink of discovery. I think we are | | | | perception as Other Than, the forgotten |
| about to engage the Unknowable in many ways | | | | connection to the remaining Consciousness that is |
| as yet unpredicted and unforeseen. As disturbing | | | | fully aware and sentient is but left with no choice |
| as this may sound, I posit that you, yes you, are | | | | but to pull from your personal storehouse of |
| at least half responsible for these events of High | | | | frightful cadre with no more intent than to just |
| Strangeness. | | | | simply say, "Hello. I see you and you are me." |
| Would they have been there or occurred if you | | | | These events are perhaps nothing more than the |
| had not been there yourself? Could you, yourself, | | | | mundane attempts at communication by a higher |
| possibly be the very catalyst for these strange | | | | consciousness with our primitive psyche not yet |
| occurrences? If you are willing to entertain, just | | | | opened and channel-like as a continuous vessel of |
| for a little while, another possibility, a different and | | | | intended and contiguous image-laden information. |
| virtually unheard of possibility as to what might be | | | | How much farther can we go with this concept? |
| the source of these disturbances and | | | | Only in so much as we can play an eternal game |
| occurrences, then please read further. | | | | of "What if?" by attempting an aware and |
| What if I were to tell you that your mind is not | | | | conscious engagement with our greater self. |
| an autonomous thing; that you are not separate, | | | | Whether or not this is an actual alleviation of the |
| and that you are possibly and invariably connected | | | | scary and chaotically uncontrollable paranormal |
| to a Consciousness as an integral part of that | | | | outcomes, one can only surmise, hope and guess. |
| very same Consciousness in a wonderfully | | | | I choose to watch and be fully present in child-like |
| imaginative and co-creative way? | | | | wonder with mouth dumbly agog. |
| I, myself come at this plausibility as a fellow | | | | |