First of all if this is posted in the wrong forum I do apologise and if a mod feels the need to move then so be it
This is an event (well sequence of events) that happened to me and shaped my life, yet it is still a paradox how it could of happened and I just
wanted to get some thoughts from you guys and your opinions. I am not trying to prove anything or alter anyone's opinions or beliefs.
Ok lets get on with it. When I was a child around 11 years old I had a paranormal experience, I was lay in my bed in the morning, it was full daylight
and I was wide awake, my bed room was in an attic, not a creaky attic, it was done out very nice and I loved my bedroom, it wasn't what you could
call spooky in any way, it was a nice bright room. My bed was flush against one wall, and also on this wall was a grandmother clock (much like a free
standing grandfather clock, but wall mounted and smaller)
As I lay on my bed I looked up at the clock and a man leant forward out of the clock and looked at me, needless to say this scared the life out of me,
the figure wasn't how I would of expected a ghost to look like, the figure was solid, not translucent in any way, He was wearing a blue t shirt,
jeans, had white skin (normal tone) dark hair, he looked like you and me, as though I was seeing a real person, but I knew it was not a real person, a
feeling of unease (sheer terror really) also he was leaning through a solid wall, and a clock (the clock was only about 5 inches deep) I reacted like
most kids would I dived under my covers and hid, I lay there terrified unable to move or cry out for over an hour.
Eventually I gained the courage to move and looked out, the apparition had gone, and so I ran downstairs to tell my mother what I had seen, she of
course told me it was just a dream, even though I was frantically telling her I was awake, eventually putting it down to over imagination. Anyway this
experience always stuck with me, what made it stranger to me was that I felt I knew the figure that came out of the clock, but I couldn't put my
finger on to where from. This altered my life, I became fascinated with the esoteric, with ghosts, the occult anything paranormal, sadly though this
was in 1973 Salford docklands, not exactly the place to get information.
As I grew older I studied, getting my first tarot deck at the age of 14 and over the years gaining more and more knowledge, the experience had really
shaped my future, and the whole experience never left me, it remained a burning question in my mind, I experimented with magick both in an attempt to
prove it could be done, and also to try and improve parts of my life, I had mixed results, some complete failures and some complete successes, but
even the great successes could at a stretch be put down to coincidence, i needed more personal proof...
So I tried astral projection, if a ritual could do that, then yes one of my questions was answered with positive personal proof, so I attempted it,
well to cut a long story short the ritual worked very well and I left my body, but I also freaked the hell out of myself at the same time, panicked
and went straight back, but that didn't matter I had the proof I needed. I stopped practising magick then, and concentrated my mind on other esoteric
matters and philosophy.
Still this strange event haunted my mind, no pun intended, and around the mid 90's I became interested in remote viewing and lucid dreaming, and one
night I decided I was going to try and remote view this event, to see what really happened and what this apparition really was, and so I entered a
lucid dream state and concentrated on that moment and willed myself to that point, but unlike other remote viewing experiences I had had, I had teh
rushing sensation I got from when I had tried astral projection, anyone who has done astral projection will know what I mean.
Anyway, I reached the point, and I entered my old bedroom, as I looked around I saw myself in bed, as my younger self looked up at me I saw the eyes
widen, the terror and quickly he slid under the covers, I looked behind me to see the apparition but it wasn't there, just the clock, it dawned on me
and I looked at myself, my blue t shirt, my jeans, I had haunted myself, the apparition was me
And till this day it haunts me, I cant answer the question, the haunting made me investigate the paranormal, it gave me the skill to do the astral
projection, without the the haunting I would never of learnt the skills, without haunting myself I couldn't of learnt the skills to do it, it just
seems like such a paradox to me, I just cant figure out how it could come to be. it is like a self fulfilling prophecy, I have had many strange
experiences but this still baffles me, Any thoughts people because I really wish I could figure this out
Peace