**I need to make this clear: I have never in my life written this story online in any way to talk about and I feel very tense bringing this up and yet anxious. It sometimes angers me to write this out because I know that what I have experienced is not rational and to know this makes me feel that in some way I am not normal. So, keep in mind that when I write this I am feeling a substantial amount of discomfort because I am letting you all in on a very personal and yet odd experience in my life.
I wish I could tell you when it exactly started but I can't. All I can be sure of is that it happened very early in my childhood, maybe no younger than around the age of eleven years of age.
Hi, my name is Daniella and I'm not really sure where to start. When it comes to the story I am about to tell you I have been notorious on procrastinating and poking fun of this particular experience. From that very young point in my life until the present this thing has affected my very life, in so many ways.
I remember this day well, I keep replaying it in my mind because it remains one of the clearest memories I have of him. It had to have been the middle of the day because the sun was out and shining through the windows in the living room. I thought I was like any other kid I guess, that day I found myself just walking around my house not really having anything to do for the moment. There was no one in the living room or the two rooms between it (my now-old bedroom and the dining room) and I had decided to lay back on the three-seater couch and just do absolutely nothing.
Now I don't know why or how this happened or what could have possibly brought this up. As a kid my experiences and knowledge of things like spirituality and the works were not at all known in the type of way they would take form just moments after, so it came to a weird and curious surprise to me when something out of this world started to happen. I was awake; eyes open, hands by my side, totally in a comfortable/content position on my back to the couch when all of a sudden something weird/awkward happened. My eyes were open and therefore looking directly at the wall in front of me where the ceiling corner meets the wall separating the dining room to the living room. Yet while I was aware of the direction my eyes were pointed towards I had an equal and yet odd, very ODD experience of my line of sight watching myself, laying down... On the couch.
I CANNOT EXPLAIN THIS. Does this mean that I had seen myself from behind? I saw myself, with eyes open, chest exhaling and inhaling and yet that wasn't even the oddest part to come. I don't even understand my reaction; I was curious and yet calm. I then noticed something incredible, not only was I aware that I could see myself from behind but I was seeing myself from a higher point. For a second I thought (in an odd sort of way) that I was floating, that something in me must have escaped and I was somehow both on the couch and behind my body but from a higher standpoint.
Than stuff got real. It was like I was feeling this new environment and I quickly realized that even though I could see me from behind it wasn't actually me that was doing the seeing. I don't know why but out of nowhere known to me I knew I wasn't the only one in the room anymore and that what I was seeing wasn't really through my own vision but through the vision of the person who was actually behind me. I can't explain it any better than this but basically it was definitely a man, he was tall (which would explain the height of sight) and wearing a darkish purple suit. Till this day I don't know why I knew this, I just knew it was a guy with a purple suit, black shirt, tall, and I knew his face and yet never in my life have seen him and yet I knew his features. Blue eyes, light skin, black hair and a lean, broad figure. I just knew his name was Jack, I can't remember how it got to me all I know is that it did.
And somehow I just knew him, and yet didn't. What happened next frightened me, I wasn't comfortable anymore just taking in this experience. Somehow I felt myself coming more into my own self (as in me on the couch rather than me being able to see myself from behind) and still being aware that there was someone by the name of Jack looking at me from behind. I knew that in that moment he was bending down and bringing his head closer to mine and that's when he spoke close to my ear. I SWEAR ON MY GRAVE, MY PARENTS' GRAVE, MY FAMILY AND THE WORLD THAT I HEARD AND FELT THE BREATH OF THIS MAN ON MY EAR. He said "How did you like that?". What frightened me the most was the sensation of his breath on my right ear, I actually felt it! It was amazing and yet terrifying because when I jumped off the couch and on to my feet, I looked behind me and saw nobody, absolutely by myself. I know what I saw, felt and heard.
I remember telling my mom and she brushed it aside, it was too weird for her to grasp so she thought nothing of it. When I bring it up close to twelve years later she finds it unnerving that I'd still have this on my mind and that I keep referring to it and I think she doesn't want to think that maybe what I experienced could be real, I don't think she likes it.
That was one of the most strongest experiences I've had of him. There have been others, mainly when I dream at night. I think of this Jack figure and I can't help but have strong feelings for him, I haven't lost the memory of him and I feel a weird connection to this Jack. When I dream of him I try so hard to fight in and gain control over it. Only once has this happened successfully and the outcome was surreal. I remember that dream happening like this. He was there, I was there, I ran up to him and gave him a hug in excitement and relief because it was like saying 'I have you here, it's actually you!' and the only thing I can find first (and I would find out the only thing I would say to him) to say to him very quickly before I woke up was "Are you real?!" while I was still hugging him, I remember not wanting to let go. He actually answered back in my dream and it was freaking amazing that I was actually getting a response from him, he said "Kind of". What the hell? At that point I was maybe 20 or younger and all I got was that, but it was still something. I don't know what he meant by 'kind of', insight into this will be seriously appreciated.
Another dream I had of him, one of the very beginning ones after my encounter- was of him taking me out of this building (maybe it was a a school type of setting but definitely no school I've ever been to, yet) by grabbing my hand and running with him, away from buildings and into an unknown destination, I remember being beyond happy in my dream, I kept a hold of his hand and ran as fast as he did and we both looked at each other as if 'We're actually doing this!' and we kept smiling and running away. It was the best feeling I ever had, I wanted to scream with victory, but victory of what. In this dream he was wearing black (black shirt, pants and shoes).
His age has always been older, maybe in his later 20's and no higher than his 30's for sure. I am now 23 years old and still think about him, sadly haven't had the connection to dream about him recently, that was stronger earlier in my years. I don't know what he is to me and yet it is my burning question every single day of my life. It is my pleasure and my pain all at once. Why is this happening, I don't know. I want answers, I just don't know how long it will take to find them.
And if I've had this experience, well then what do I do?