Hoodie Tug from the Beyond
[imagine eerie sound to go with title]
As I’m walking with Chad to see a movie I felt this tug on the hood of my sweatshirt hanging down behind me. It was strong enough that it could not be dismissed as twig falling or other ‘likely’ explanation –strong enough that I sort of scuttle walked a bit faster for a few steps as I turned to see if someone was behind me. If I had to label the strength of the tug I’d say it was exactly strong enough that I cannot doubt its having happened. Of course there was no one there and no people or obstacles for such to hide behind anywhere near our path, so WTF was it?
Well, on first intuitive match, as I run through past experiences for anything even remotely similar is my run-ins with the Blue People. Ok, so there aren’t really any blue people, but this is a term I use to explain when things go missing and then magically reappear where there was nothing found during the umpteen searches previous to the reappearance. Not sure where I got the term, but seems like it’s a conglomeration of some old Twilight-Zone/Tales-from-the-Darkside kind of show and this otherworldly blue person statue I was fixated on for some time a number of years ago.
One experience that had a similar feel, and more specifically, along the lines of missing/reappearing objects was this: I had been doing something out and about, and it was time to either go home or find something else to do. Not wanting to return home yet, I stopped to make a couple of calls at a pay phone to see if one of my friends felt up to hanging out. I had had a wad of quarters (like 3 or 4 dollars worth) in my front jeans pocket all night. In fact, I double checked that I had change in my pocket before getting in my car to find a pay phone. When I get out to use the pay phone… I pick up the phone, hear the dial tone and am about to reach in for the quarters when I realize both my pockets are empty. I can’t believe that. I mean I’d just double checked that my one pocket was full of change. WTF? I dig both hands down to the seam in the only 2 front pockets I have on at the time, and find absolutely nothing. I humor reality and go to see if maybe the change is in the car’s console thingy. As I reach out to grip the car door handle I feel this slight WEIGHT suddenly manifest in the same pocket where the change had been. I reach in, and sure enough, the pocket is full of change again. Go figure.
Going out on a limb here, but I think the hoodie tug (and change trick too, perhaps) might be another frequency of my self. Like there’s the whole
Car Accident Warning and Orb Visitations
The reason I think the hoodie tug (and other Blue People events) might be aspects of Uber Self are that the ones related to the major car accident and subsequent events clearly came from such a connection between mundane self and higher self.
A little less than a week before a major car accident that happened to me and my now boyfriend, I woke up from sleep and could not get this one image out of my head. The whole night while I’d been dreaming the image kept overlaying the dream scenes, and rhythmically, like a loud fluorescent light bulb grinding on and off. Something was trying to get my attention with this symbol. It was such a unique experience that I drew the symbol on a piece of paper. I remember showing my friend, Henry, and sticking it to the wall.
Then the accident happened, and long story short, I didn’t realize it but I couldn’t remember anything and kept repeating questions and not really making new memories for about 3 weeks. I won’t go into the trippiness of realizing this and what the mental recovery was like, here/now, but around the 3-weeks mark when I started actively recovering from the trauma, I noticed the drawing of the symbol again. It exactly matched the scar tissue running along the inside of my thumb (seen when I turned my arm over and pointed forward with my thumb). I mean perfectly. It wasn’t a similar shape or line, but one main portion and a particular squiggle off to one side –all the same between drawing and scar.
During the most intensive parts of recovering from the accident, I started seeing this ball of energy hovering across the room. The first time I saw it I didn’t really bother to wonder about it, just noted it. Then after if showed up a couple of times I started wondering if it wasn’t another symptom of brain damage. But when I saw it move through walls and other things that a visual hallucination probably wouldn’t do, and it kept appearing long after all signs of memory loss and other concussion symptoms went away, I realized that it was a being of some sort. After so many appearances I began to wonder who would bother to be so interested in me. The answer is myself. It could very well be my future self, a more whole self coming to visit this tangential self which is me, I thought.