This story took place in 1984 during the summer Olympics. My girlfriend Sheri and I sat on my bed discussing Metaphysics. I had a Deja Vu. This feeling flowed into a second one, and then a third Deja Vu. At this point ‘reality’ was beginning to shift. Enough of me was still here to grab Sheri’s hand and say to her, “Something weird if happening, please don’t say anything for a while, and see if you can go with me.” The adventure had begun…
The Deja Vu feelings continued to come. They were different than most I had felt in the past. They had nothing to do with a past event that I was now remembering. They were happening as a means to elevate my consciousness. As the seventh one hit me I began to feel that always-welcome sensation of being in touch with the All. My consciousness was above my head, and in a very clear state. Then to my surprise, I found myself standing on stone stairs. This wasn’t my imagination, this felt real, yet different. I gazed down, and seemed to be high on a mountain range. There were clouds below my position. I looked up, and about six steps above I saw a cave entrance. A man dressed in white robes stepped out of the mouth and said to me, “Congratulations, today you made your quota.” At this I was thoroughly amazed. I seemed to know what he was talking about. Earlier in the day I had turned another person on to metaphysics. I had spent the last 16 years doing this at every opportunity. If something works for you, you try to share it. I replied to him, “But I’m so young”. To this he had no reply. I then asked if Shari could feel all that was going on and he said that she was not yet ready.
This teacher told me that I had to conquer all fears in order to hurry my evolution along, “Knowledge lies where fear is not”. We examined my greatest fear at the time, one of letting go control of myself. I was afraid to surrender to the All completely for fear of loosing my individuality. He said that I would soon have the opportunity to face this challenge. He gave me a moment to collect my thoughts. ‘Time’ is different ‘there’, and much was exchanged in a short while.
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In l972 I made two trips a week to see my guru/friend/teacher Alan. The trip took an average of forty minutes each way. This was going to be the strangest trip of my life.
On this particular evening I was bouncing up the San Diego freeway in my Volkswagen bug listening to my tape deck, when I noticed the volume had died down. I turned it up, but soon it faded to nothingness. This went on and on until the knob was at full volume, but still no sound escaped the speakers.
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1973 South island, New Zealand. My friend Rick and I are asleep in a tent in the middle of a fern forest. The ferns are so dense that you can’t see a white piece of paper in front of your face. I have a stomachache. I get up to relieve myself. I’m wearing only underwear and it’s cold. I’m leaning on a small sapling when suddenly my whole world is shattered by the sound of something huge smashing its way towards our camp. There are no other people within miles of us. We have a 22-caliber gun, but it’s in the tent. I can’t believe Rick hasn’t heard the sounds and come out blasting. I shudder in fear as I begin to hear it’s huge feet shake the forest floor as it enters our camp area. I’ve never felt so helpless before. The fear is so all encompassing that I can barely think. I then hear the low loud snorts begin. It begins to mess around with our backpacks. I hear zippers being undone. It dawns on me that it has to be pretty intelligent to do that. I know that there are no large mammals on New Zealand, except sheep. After about 2 minutes it moves off into the woods.
I hurry back into the tent and shake Rick over and over. He is dead to the world. Eventually I find sleep. I awake to Rick shaking me and nearly screaming “Corey, wake up damnit”. It seems he couldn’t wake me either.
“Bigfoot” we both scream at each other. His encounter was similar to mine, but there were 2 creatures and they crouched right next to the tent and snorted repeatedly right were our heads were. Rick was so scared he couldn’t even move. The gun was on his mind, but useless as his body wouldn’t respond. The creatures soon left and he drifted to sleep after trying to wake me.
The following morning we imagined ourselves the ones who would find and photograph them. I had a nice 35mm camera with me. We ate breakfast, loading up daypacks and took off in the direction they went. No footprints were to be seen as the forest floors are like sponges there.
About 2 hours later we stopped for lunch because we were both starving. It should have been around 11AM. I looked at my watch. It was 5PM. I can’t wait to find out what happened during those hours. We never saw a thing, at least consciously.