Don't we all have them? Isn't it like deja vu? close shaves with weird things? Like suddenly feeling that all what is happening now has happened before in exactly the same manner? Or coming to a place and finding in yourself memories of it, as if in some other life you had visited it, nay, knew it well? Or while reading a book seeing a vision with the corner of your eye which flits by you and when you move your head to seek it it is gone as though it never were! Or, the best, having this wonderful sensation of a lovely perfume suddenly caressing your nostrils as if some one has walked by you!
Am I MAD? Perhaps, most likely - but then maybe not. I feel that the spaces that exist between people, between time, between one day and the next, between two people who have come asunder, between death and life - are not vacuums, aren't voids, are not endless abysses. These massive spaces are filled with presences. They are inhabited with souls, with beings, with memories, with what was, with what may have been, with what can happen! Does that make any sense?
There exists a distance between what is logical, reasonable and considered normal and things lying within the purview of abnormal or paranormal or simply beyond reason. And, maybe in that distance, in that space whose depth we can only imagine, there happen to be presences that matter in making who we are and how we are... What happens to people whom we love more than ourselves when they die!? Does our relation with them, our connection with them severs at that point? or does a connection begin which has different rules and is nothing like any relation in this world yet a relation and a connection non the less. Are we so attuned to our ways of understanding the existence of ourselves and others that any other dimension seems absolutely bizarre and fantastical to us? And any one talking of having such feelings or sensations is considered a bit 'cuckoo'?
Let them all call me mad, let the furies be my companions, let me run off with my over-active and wild imagination, let me be in a state of limbo, perilously hanging between real and unreal - BUT, do not take away this path, this road, this way to the hidden world...for I want to feel all whats inhabiting where angels fear to tread.
Or, are they the guardian angels themselves? Keeping us safe from dangers unspoken of? Or the spirits of the dead, of the loved ones who have now crossed the threshold of living into the unknown one of afterlife. I know for a fact, though I'd be hard pressed to prove it with any solid evidence, that those whom I adored and who have now passed into some other dimension are around me -- Hmmm, and this isn't metaphysical statement meaning other than what it means, I do feel that spaces - vast, deep and dark spaces abound with something beyond our experiences in this concrete world where all must be explained, dissected, analyzed and broken apart till it loses its own essence.
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