INVISIBLE FLYING MASS

I generally write from a perspective of what I believe my psychic, paranormal, and spiritual experiences mean according to what makes sense to me. I fully accept that there's often more to the picture than I'm aware of, and that's ok. For what I am aware of, I take full responsibility for my beliefs and theories and what I care to share with or teach others about my experiences and as such, if I'm wrong then I'm wrong. However, I won't know what in my belief system of personal life experiences I'm wrong about unless and until something else happens which changes those beliefs. And sometimes, an experience comes along which is so strange that I not only have nothing to compare it to, I also have no idea what to make of it. I'm not one of those people who has to derive some answer or theory for every experience. I go strictly by what I sense and feel in my awareness. And sometimes, something is just strange and paranormal with no explanation at all.

 I've learned from previous experiences the way in which our minds can sometimes create paranormal activity. If we are interested in something, that spark of energy created by the conscious mind will have the effect of bringing more of the same energy into our awareness. And, the more energy you consciously expend on a particular topic, the more that very topic will appear in your experience of life. We seem to transmit or create that which we think most deeply consciously about. Another phenomenon of the power of our consciousness reaches so deep into the core of our being we aren't even aware of its presence. It has to do with what we allow ourselves to believe is possible or not possible. They are not conscious beliefs but instead lie deep within the core of the identity of our being. If one of those beliefs is challenged, the consequences are a direct experience in one's physical life to give the experiencer the opportunity to judge for himself what he wishes to continue to believe. Our belief structure is continuously tested this way, for what other better way to learn, alter, or expand one's own consciousness if not for direct experience with which to make a conscious decision?

 Any time I really get interested in a subject, particularly if I'm poring over it, reading what others have experienced and what they tend to believe and theorize, that's when my own experiences really start happening. Many of my psychic, paranormal, and spiritual experiences have patterns and constructs which I never have to question or challenge. But my list of odd ones for which I have no explanation is growing.

My latest weird experience of the paranormal occurred a few days ago. The only trigger I can attribute to challenging my consciousness was an email which had been sent to me a few days prior. It's topic was about elementals, fairies, and other nature energies. The sender appropriately introduced the subject matter with the caveat, "Some will see this as fantasy, BS, and a challenge to their reality.” I laughed because I knew right away I was amongst that group. I skimmed the email but found nothing of interest to me. I simply don't want to waste my time and energy on things I have no use for, no interest in, no experience with, and no understanding of. If something doesn't fall into one of those categories for me, it's a waste of my time. I'm pretty picky about what I choose to focus my conscious awareness on.

But a few days later while enjoying the morning home from work, I became interested in having fun with the squirrels in my backyard. I sometimes pay more attention to them than I have been lately but this morning I really wanted to create some activity outside. I have several bird feeders set up, and of course my handmade squirrel feeder. I take great delight in supplying the squirrel feeder with various treats and then watching the squirrels scamper from all directions. They've been used to the homemade squirrel feeder for a few years now, and on the occasions when I neglect to put food out there for them, the squirrels do a run-by along the top of the fence, stopping for a second to peek in, see nothing's there, and scurry along their way. I doubt that the food I provide is saving any lives out there. Those crafty squirrels have plenty of marks to hit if mine happens to be empty. We call the fence line their freeway because of how fast they run their errands along it. When my neighbor behind me took down the fence to repair and replace it, he was nice enough to let me know he'd re-attach my squirrel feeder "or whatever it is" when he was done. I thanked him, not at all embarrassed about my homemade contraption. It isn't the most sophisticated of things but it serves its purpose nicely, made simply from a milk crate and bungee cords, with a large ceramic-pot drain plate for the food, and on bad-weather days shingles (which have blown off my roof) cover the top and sides of the crate to keep the food dry. On good-weather days I take off the shingles to give more view during those speeding drive-by's. I wouldn't want to make the squirrels go out of their way only to find there's nothing on the plate that day.

This particular morning I was setting out sliced apples and leftover hotdog buns. One squirrel was dangling from my duck-shaped bird feeder and scurried up into the tree as I approached. Another who was on the ground eating from a dish of sunflower seeds became startled and scampered up the fence post and sped off on the freeway. I know they watch me from the big evergreen tree to see what I'm doing. I once came upon a squirrel who was more interested in eating than in being frightened, and he refused to move while I filled the plate. He even allowed me to hand him a piece of bread! He took it politely from my fingers and then turned his back to me while he ate.

After I placed the bread and apples on the plate, I felt such a sense of peacefulness because of my enjoyment of it all. I'd been in particularly a good place emotionally lately, able to go with the flow and take life's ups and downs in stride. Not usual for me as I tend to worry or plan ahead more than I'm able to just enjoy the moment. But on this morning, I was definitely enjoying the moment. Perhaps that carefree state of mind is another catapult into strange phenomena. The next thing I knew, I was startled by something I heard right beside me to my left. It was something like a rustling sound and I turned to look. There wasn't anything there. The small ornamental pear tree beside me was still. It hadn't been the wind. It was a very still, peaceful-weather morning. But something had moved as if coming up next to me. I felt as if I were looking someone right in the face. Just then, it moved. I'm not even sure how I know something moved since I couldn't even see anything, but I was aware that I had widened my eyes. And a couple seconds later I was hit in the head by a flying mass of energy that seemed to run into me on purpose. It bounced off me, nicking me in the top of my head with force, the size of my fist. At the point of impact I felt the most freezing cold temperature I'd ever felt. Whatever had hit me was very cold. It hadn't been painful, and I hadn't any sense of fear or malicious intent. In fact, whatever this mass of energy seemed to be, I imagined it was playfully mischievous. My only sensation was that this had been a conscious and deliberate attempt at interacting with me. For what reason, I have no idea. I stood there a few moments more waiting, wondering if something else was going to happen. There had been no breeze. My hair, face, and the rest of my body felt nothing...no wind or change in temperature. The playful clunk in the head I got could have felt like getting tapped with a tennis ball except for the extreme drop in temperature feeling it left on my head. I touched there, felt nothing. The cold feeling quickly vanished.

So, what was this mysterious thing? I still have no beliefs or theories about it. I just chalk it up to another strange phenomenon that I have no explanation for. The one question that intrigues me the most, is how is it possible for a pocket of energy to have mass, to sustain or propel itself mid air, to exist independently of any physical construct, and to contain its own temperature so drastically different from the air around it? For all intents and purposes this thing was invisible, yet by all the laws of physics it really wasn't. It had all the characteristics of a physical object, a conscious being with intent and purpose, yet to my eyes there was nothing there.