Мое Путешествие к Свету. Часть вторая. My Journey to The Light. Part Two

4 talking about it caused him much anxiety. However, for me it was comforting in a sense, for I too had similar experiences and was relieved that another small human being had apparitions appearing, visitations of “ANOTHER KIND.” To small children not fully “mentally” developed, it feels as though your “Mind” is racing in an attempt to “Analyze” the situation and then present a “Satisfactory” explanation. There we were, he and I, attempting to understand a disturbing phenomenon, feeling as though it was just us, as we both were extremely hesitant to mention this and other experiences to anyone, except of course on few occasions our parents and in my case grandparents. Over the years I have reflected numerous times on my young life in an attempt to understand these events at a deeper level, which of course spurred me on. As I grew, I learned more and more and more, helping to explain what most consider bizarre, scary and definitely “OUT OF THE NORM” experiences. To most, the plausibility of these experiences, must be qualified with one or more of the following; crazy, rare, gifted, “God Attempting to Reveal…,” DEMONIC VISIT, evil source, “Touched,” etc. I felt I had to find my own way, if for no other reason my “Normal” was not that of most others. Yes, through the years I have met many people with similar experiences and we share common feelings and opinions, which of course has helped develop a “Mental Data Base” for all of us, eventually semi-culminating in non-permanent conclusions developed over many years of analyzing these experiences. I was finally making some sense of it all. When my family moved to the new house across town, I was not a fan of, nor did I have any aspirations to play any sport. It did not take long to realize I was surrounded by kids who were nearly all involved in multiple sports. It seemed as though every conversation I had with most of my new acquaintances evolved around a game. I do not remember a time when we were not playing something. It was just everywhere. At first and for some time, I did not understand the interest, let alone the need to play sports; there were too many interesting things to discover about life, not to mention “Life Itself.” Therefore, I was at conflict with nearly everyone, at least inside I was, as I do not recall sharing my sentiments with my new acquaintances. There was Seamus and a few others who also played sports and shared similar experiences to mine, yet, we did not speak of these things openly,