A Journal Entry of Another World

                                                                                                    by William Rozek   

     Looking back in hindsight, I’ve discovered a simple axiom...truth rides on a thin timeline that weaves itself in and out of reality.  Our physical plane of existence is established upon a rigid standard, measured by the five senses.  And any time the “unexplainable” challenges reality for acceptance, it must first be categorized by a set of classifications:  touch, taste, sound, smell, and sight.  And if  the “unexplainable” safely pigeonholes into all five sensory groups,  it is therefore assumed that the “strange incident” may have actually happened.  But if one or more criterion are not met, the likelihood of said “oddity” will be annulled as illusionary and couldn’t have possibly happened; this is how science determines the authenticity of the “natural” and/or “supernatural” occurrences.

     But there are so many mysteries in life that cannot be resolved, simply because they do not fit all the criteria of reality — but that doesn’t mean they didn’t take place.  In the following journal entry, all five standards for “verification” cannot be measured nor proven.  What I ask for is simple; whomever shall read this , please understand that the following entry did take place.  I have no physical proof except for the fact of my intense sincerity, and that this “bizarre incident” drastically changed my life forever!  I can only appeal to the reader’s greater sense of judgment and understanding and boldly ask the peruser to believe in my profound integrity as I now share the following journal entry:

 

“Journal Entry Logged: October 15th, 11:59 P.M.”

 

     There are other worlds, and I learned this lesson at a very early age.  This blue planetary sphere holds but a single grain of all life that exists in the entire universe.  Even on earth, countless organisms live, multiply, and die without a shred of acknowledgment from other life forms. 

     But there was a time, in that most inquisitive state called youth, when a particular thought seemed to haunt my subconscious and surface from time to time.  Oddly, from my earliest memories, I never asked, “Who am I?”; rather, I wondered, “Where did I come from?”  For me, this world has never been fully accepted as home.  Oh, yes, my birth can be traced to a specific time, date, and year.  I also have all the necessary credentials: a driver’s license, birth certificate, social security number, all the usual factors to pigeonhole me as a citizen of Earth.  But I’m not ascribing to the facts of reality; I’m alluding to that hidden intuition, for I’ve never felt 100% comfortable with people, places, or the gain of material wealth.  Always feeling alien to every new experience in life, I continually sought a feeling of familiarity and acceptance on this planet; there were times in my youth that I even doubted my own sanity.  Surely, at such an early age, even preadolescence, a child does not ask, “Why do I feel like a stranger in my own home?”  But the answer to this philosophical question forever eluded interpretation...until this night.

     To continue:  As I grew older in years and stature, I soon turned inward to that uncharted universe of critical thinking and eventually reasoned, “Where the question lies, the answer must stand.”  I knew nothing of self-hypnosis nor of transcendental meditation, but I intuitively knew that my mind, my soul, and my physical being must become as one, one at peace, on one plane of existence, in tune with the universe before I would have my answer.

     It was a warm Saturday evening, close to midnight.  I laid back in my bed and tried to free myself of all problems.  I took several deep breaths and concentrated upon one thought, “Please,” I said softly, “Where do I belong?”  Over and over I addressed the silence, repeating this single question, concentrating intently, allowing no other thoughts to enter my mind, and before long, I began to sense a new feeling of awareness...my eyes grew heavy; I glanced at the bedside alarm, 11:59.

     Now, this world began to fade quickly as a surging sensation engulfed and pulled upward on every fiber of my anatomy.  And as if being sucked into a black hole, a rush of molecules flowed out of me towards the darkness of space.

     Minutes, hours, even seconds could’ve passed; time was not relevant to me as I sped through a silent vacuum towards a faint distant disc of light.  There was no physical sense of awareness.  But strangely, the closer I drew to the light, the more familiar it became.  Tall gray mountains and deep dark valleys began to protrude from the surface of this onrushing circle of light.  Impact was imminent upon a sea of tranquility.  Faster and faster I was drawn towards this dry, barren sea of silt.  But instead of crashing into a barrier of stone, my entire essence flowed through it as if being inhaled.

     Passing through the surface of this gray orb at an incredible speed, and without feeling any gravitational effects from a sudden stop, I found myself standing in a soft self-illuminating cavern.  I had never seen anything so stark and yet so beautiful; the stone carved room was of natural origin, and a gray-basalt color.  And there, standing before

me, were three small humanoid figures.

     My eyes became riveted as I stared at what I thought to be the one in authority.  He moved closer to me; the other two did not move nor speak.  Their thin, horizontal lips manifested no expression, which also matched their non-emotional stare.  All three were dressed in what looked like one-piece gray jumpsuits; I could discern no seams in their uniforms.  But on the chest of each one of them was a large block letter “H” with a red vertical bar through the center.

     My eyes drifted to the pillared ceiling and floor for some fragment of reality, but my mind said it wasn’t so; this was all a dream I reasoned.

     “No!” the word resounded in the cavity of my skull from the one standing closest to me, and then his thin lips turned upward in a friendly smile.

     Stalagmites and stalactites honeycombed this ancient vault.  A soft gray dust covered the floor.  No visible source of light could be seen by my eyes, but the cave glowed.  The walls were not carved; they appeared to be naturally formed, formed at a time when this natural satellite was given birth.  Strange and unusual formations conveniently formed seats and flattop tables.  I slowly sat down and calmly rested my arms upon my lap; my mind was reeling in confusion.  Could all of this actually be real?  I looked down and saw my feet, and then I knew it wasn’t a dream, for I’ve never before seen my feet in any dream.  I wiggled my toes; they were partially buried in the soft-gray powder.  Any movement was effortless as I slid the ball of my foot back and forth on this flour-like substance.

     I lifted my eyes, but before I could ask any question, the appointed one motioned to the far-most side of this leaden-colored hollow.  A mist began to form into an enormous shapeless screen as a star map appeared on the ghostly shroud.  There were several brilliant suns with numerous planets orbiting around them. “There, there is the answer to your lifelong question,” the leader said, pointing towards a spectacular solar system. “See...home.”

     I glanced at the other two humanoids; they continued to stand motionless.  Once again, I heard the voice echo in my mind, “We are here...that you may rest on earth.  Your final time is yet come, but this enigma you will one day understand...patience.”

     I tried to comprehend. I had questions, but they never left my mind; for like an intense mental-magnet, my thoughts drew inward and returned to me.  Suddenly, the three humanoids faded from view.  The gray shelter of stone quickly grew dim as my eyes lowered.  An earthly umbilical cord tightened in the back of my neck and snapped!  And at the speed of thought, I was pulled instantly from my seated position backwards towards earth!

     I don’t remember opening my eyes, but I watched the brilliant disc grow smaller and smaller upon a black velvet background.  I could actually feel the rush of my atoms hurtling through space.

     Earth’s gravity suddenly made me aware of weight, which had been missing in that glowing grotto.  The burden of flesh resounded through my soul as my eyelids burst open.  And once again, I became an earth-bound creature of mass and density.

     I was back in my own room, but I was sad.  I rolled to my side as the numerals on the clock changed to 12:00. I was momentarily confused, but I believe that my lifelong quest had finally been revealed.  Earth is merely a junction, a school of hard knocks.  I still don’t know why I’m here, or why anyone is here, but I do know that I’m here for a reason, and that’s enough; for “that” reason is the lesson in life that I must learn, whatever that lesson may be.

 

“Journal Entry Complete: October 16th”

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