Really interesting thread. Now it's time for me to share a very strange story.
Around about 1998, I was suffering from a very low period in my life. I was really upset about several things that weren't going right, including
the fact that I was unable to return to University. One night, it all became too much for me, and I burst into tears while I sat on my living room
floor. I cried and cried, attempting to let out all the sadness and anxiety, but they seemed to be coming from a bottomless fount. I didn't know
what I was going to do with my life.
Suddenly, as I cried, it felt like there was someone there with me. It felt like someone came up behind me and put their arms around me. I began to
feel like I was being rocked back and forth, and I heard a really pleasant voice say "It'll be okay." over and over again. This must have gone on
for about five minutes.
It's hard to describe what it felt like, because it wasn't a spooky "haunting" type feeling. At the time, I was so upset, I was ready to take
comfort from anywhere, so I just let it all happen. I figured that a voice in my head telling me that things were going to be okay was much better
than a voice telling me to jump off a bridge or to go join a cult. After about five minutes, the feeling and the voice in my head went away. I felt
a little better and managed to get up off the floor and get on with my life.
Fast forward to about 2004 or so. My life was completely different at that point. Things were going really well for me, and I was feeling incredibly
optimistic. I was meditating daily at that point, for about 30-45 minutes each day. One day, I started my usual meditation routine, but it was
rudely interrupted. One minute, I was doing my usual thing, the next moment, I saw myself standing behind the figure of a woman who was sitting on a
floor. I looked around, assuming I was having some kind of spontaneous out of body experience, and recognized my old living room. I immediately
realized that I was visiting that evening during which I had been so upset.
I stood and watched myself cry, feeling more than a little puzzled. I couldn't figure out why I was seeing this scene from my past all over again.
Then I was struck by the realization that maybe I was there to comfort myself. I felt incredibly silly even thinking it, but then I began to wonder
what would happen to the "me in the past" if I was
there to comfort myself...and didn't?
I rushed to the figure on the floor, put my arms around her, and began to rock her back and forth. I didn't know what to say, but eventually found
myself murmuring "It'll be okay." over and over again. This went on for about five minutes, until I found myself back in my body, my meditation
Of course, all of this is very easy to explain away and I have absolutely no proof that any of it happened. I only have my own experiences. The
interesting thing about the experience was that I hadn't thought about that night for years. Then I was transported back to a memory of it without
anything to remind me of it prior to the mediation. It wasn't even the same time of year as when the night in question took place.
So there's my strange story, for what it's worth. Thanks so much for posting the article and giving me a name for this strange phenomina.