Originally posted by Perturabo
Seentoomuch, could you explain a bit more about the robed man, please? Was he one of your visitors?
The robed man from that time forward I nicknamed, "The Old Man". I was very young and to me he was very old. Now that I'm 45 he looks about my
age. I don't believe he is an ET visitor, I think he is more of a inter-dimensional, higher frequency visitor. His visits always involve a lesson
of some sort, usually they are when I am asleep and I wake up in a different place. My husband used to tease me about him until the old man (who is
quite a wit by the way) pulled my husband into a lesson much to my husband's chagrin. And I think that would be a great example of who this person
is, it happened as follows:
I woke up from a deep sleep and found myself sitting next to the old man on a very high hilltop, it was so high it seemed you could see forever.
(which turned out to be pretty accurate) He gave me a gift of a deep indigo cloak with a hood, and I thanked him for it, it was my favorite color.
To start the lesson he pointed at a hill faraway with a mist over the top and said that that was the future, he then pointed at another hill and said
that it was the past (it was not misty and there was a city on that one), he pointed to another one and said that was the future, another one was the
past and so on and so on, until he had pointed at all the hills around us. He then explained that time does not flow in a line, that it is happening
all at once, all around us and that includes the alternative universes. (Previous lesson) Then he asked me to pick a time and event in history that I
was interested in. I regret my answer to this day, I said that I wasn't really good at history, that my husband was the historian in the family. He
grinned and we talked some more about time.
The next morning my husband woke me up, he was furious with me. He said I had caused what happened, me and the old man. I was mystified. It took me
awhile to make sense of what he was accusing me of, here goes: evidently the old man (did I mention that he was quite a wit?) had sent John to his
favorite time and place in history, which was, are you ready for this? The Alamo.
John had always had a theory that the battle could've been won given the right support and the old man was giving him the chance to prove it. He had
woken up on a field outside of Victoria, Texas, which is close to Goliad, Texas. I was with him he said, (I didn't remember anything after my
lesson). He told me that I said that it was part of a lesson about time, and that we were in an alternative universe. He said that I was wearing a
dark blue coat which I told him was a gift from the old man. He had given me a cloak, but John said it was a coat in the style of the times.
He continued on describing how his strategy worked, but barely, and that we built a home on the banks of the Colorado river close to the Austin Colony
(the Colorado did use to flow by Austin) and that we lived into our 90's there, it was a full life lived in just one of our nights. He was really,
really shaken by this experience. But that is the old man's style, never a dull moment and the lesson is never forgotten.
Hope this helps explain more about who he is, I'm still wondering, why me?
[edit on 7-10-2006 by seentoomuch]
[edit on 8-10-2006 by seentoomuch]