Extra-Solar Religion and Science


A Personal Vision

My attention was caught by a very narrow beam of light from an exuberant growth of large-leafed green plants outside the room, framed by the windows. The sun was shining through gaps in the plants. But I  wondered how the beam could be visible, as light is not visible except when reflected off smoke or dust, and there was none in air of the room. As I scanned the beam, my eyes were drawn to a vision of Barbara in front of one of the windows. This was a friend who had passed away a few months earlier. I recognized her smile and slight downward tilt of her head  as unique to her alone. It expresses something like a shyness backed with firmness, understanding, and affection. She said, “It’s alright”, holding her smile as she regarded me for a couple of seconds, then the vision faded. 

In that short time I did not say anything. I did not feel a need to ask, "Who are you", because I had a clear idea of who it was. Otherwise, I was so emotionally overwhelmed by the experience that I was beyond enquiring about the meaning or the means of the visit. Thinking back, I believe the vision was head and shoulders in natural color. It do not recall it as being three dimensional. I do not recall the clothes Barbara was dressed in, that is normal for me.

Barbara and her husband, Rolf, had been deeply interested in Tibetan Buddhism and spirit religion and the paintings left in caves throughout Asia by solitary Muslim and Christian holy men. They believed very much in spiritual experiences and meditation and their effect on the mind and body. Some years before, they had been amused when I mentioned a midnight view of Mount Shasta in moonlight had moved me deeply. They laughed that the materialist had finally had a mystical experience, after some 70 years. As far as visions are concerned, I was numbered among the skeptical.

As I heard her Barbara’s words, I had an overwhelming feeling of emotional warmth and goodwill. As the vision faded, I found I was in a relaxed state of great contentment, indifferent to the physical details of the event but immersed in the pleasure of the emotion. I sat there for maybe half an hour enjoying the sensation, occasionally letting the words go through my mind again. Not surprisingly, in that mood of mind I accepted the event as real rather than imaginary. I did recall that more elaborate visions of this type were experienced by schizophrenics, who believed them entirely real.

I did not discuss the religion with anyone for three years. I wanted to absorb the message without being influenced by any another's opinion. It never occurred to me to go back to the couch and wait for the vision to reappear.

After three years, I still think the experience was real, in the sense of being made up of genuine visual and aural perceptions. But I do not think these were produced by something like a holographic process projecting an image in front the window. That may simply be my prejudice against assuming technologies that do not currently exist.

I think that it was an experience generated within the brain in a way comparable to dreams. But I have never experienced anything remotely comparable to this in dreams. Nor has any experience anything like this reoccurred in past three years. It did not repeat in a way suggesting a developing psychiatric problem. I therefore think the experience was a meaningful message communicated in some way by remote stimulation of my brain. I was probably influenced in this by the concept of an alternative communication channel in hyperspace. 7/12/2020

Back    Contents    Next

. . . the courage to open the door that leads to madness . . .