Joined: 13 Aug 2011
Location: Mother Earth
|Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 9:28 am Post subject: Marbles
|The story I will never forget is about a hand full of marbles.
I was about 11, when we lived in a new building on the 6th floor.
I've often witnessed weird sounds or activities in our flat, when my parents were out and I was alone at home. I sometimes called neighbours, to check the kitchen, where the sounds came from, just to find myself again as the crazy one, who called those poor fellahs out for nothing.
I begged the entity to make a deal, since I was scared to the bones.
I asked it to be my friend and not scare me anymore, when I offer it in return to live in my room.
I sensed it often and so did my pets.
I played back then with 6 marbles I've got from once dear friends and took them everywhere, since I liked to look through them and see the world around me in a curtain of light and colours.
Over the next few days, after accepting the entity, I found more marbles, in sizes and colours I've never seen before. Most of them, I found in my room. But one was boiling hot, sitting on top of the oven, which was cold, in bright day light. My parents witnessed it and couldn't explain where it came from.
I still hold them dear,
Ö from a friend Iíve never seen.
Everything depends on the angle of view.