Why me?

I don't know about everyone who's had the unique pleasure of experiencing the presence of a ghost or lost time after being engulfed in light while standing in the woods. Oh, there's more to tell about than just those two instances, and it will take me some time to open up all those doors. But as the title of this post implies, I have to wonder why I've been chosen as the lucky one to have these experiences. I have known people through out my lifetime that have had similar experiences, but I've also known a lot more that claim they've never had any.

I know people, in general, are afraid of what others will think of them if they open up about unexplainable things that have taken place in their lives. They don't want to be tagged as crazy. They are part of the reason I've started this blog. I want them to have a place where they can discuss their experiences without fear of being judged.

Personally, I've had several ghostly experiences, one truly dramatic and unforgettable one. I've lost time after being shrouded in brilliant light in the hills of southeastern Oklahoma. I remember waking up in the middle of the night, as a child living in country northeast of Dallas, TX, and seeing beings looking in at me through my bedroom window. At that time I thought they were wearing sunshades. I wasn't until much later in life when I was walking through a bookstore and saw the cover of a book called "Communion" that I realized those weren't shades... they were their eyes.

I've had dreams in which I was shown how to build things, which I dismissed even though some of those dreams were repeated many times, only to stumble across someone else's story years later which told of dreams and instructions... and they did build it... just like the one in my dream....

In the time I have left to meander around this old ball of dirt I would like to learn more about as many of these things as possible. I want to understand why I'm still here after coming so close to death so many times... I want to know why I feel so certain that the reality we so readily accept is only the tip of the iceburg.