Is there a copy of you somewhere else on the planet. All most Identical like my Photo of the Ducks.
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Carbon Copy or Reincarnation
About three times in my life I have moved somewhere else far away from where I live now and have been in a situation where I got instant family or friends. You know where you tag along with some locals that already had a large group of friends and family and you were sort of forced to meet allot of people in a short time period. Well since I was changed! Yes transformed with out my permission lol. I now pay attention to connections those weird cosmic situations of wow or Deyja-vu.So I am wondering if say five out of every 25 times someone dies they just pop up some where else far away on this world. You know when you meet them and the hair on the back of you neck goes up and there is a weird feeling or vibration but in a good way. Kinda like butter flies that you can't ignore. Well it has happened to me and being a very open minded cosmic traveller of this wonderful planet I choose to connect dots and be amazed like a child watching an ant on the front step for the first time and needs everyone to see this amazing miraculous bug. We can learn alot from small children and dogs. lol
They say the people you meet you are supposed to meet and you share something that both of you need, whether you are aware of it happening or not. Well its a theory any how.
I have had stranger things than that happen to me and when they start I am extremely aware that I have phased out of this world and am existing for a moment on a different plane of existence. The last one that happened to me was when I was in this same open minded state of existence. I wish I could stay in my open mind state all the time, because I am a cynic and a scientist of sorts and it hinders evolutionary existence. I have not ascended to being able to stay here like this for long periods of time. Open to different thought and sight and feelings. But I can tel you it is extraordinary when it happens and you are aware it is happening.
So I am driving down this country road in a open minded viewers existence or you might just call it day dreaming on a quantum level. Any how on this well travelled road lots of traffic for the country. I see just a flick in my peripheral vision down in the ditch near the bottom some little grey tires about 7 inch's in diameter and I only see them for a millisecond and gone. I am in a low small vehicle. I continue on a bit and then I just cant keep going I turn around and go back to investigate. I pull over on the other side about where I thought I saw something out of sorts. I have to wait for traffic and almost change my mind, like you are nuts stupid just go to your appointment and stop believing in a imaginary mirage. But I go look anyhow. To my amazement what do I see a little old man seventy pounds if he was soaking wet that is. Just a frail skeleton of his former self I am sure. His medi electric 4 wheel scooter beside him the seat off of it and him sitting there with a cane in his hand.
So its grassy and steep but he is not very far down maybe five or six feet to the underside of his cart.
I said you ok, and he barks back at me its about time you got here I been waiting and I don't need any help. But I am in rescue mode and start to lift him up and he immediately and repeatedly hits me with his cane and repeats I can look after myself.
Wow it was like a cosmic slap in the face and it felt like time stop and a minute later I awoke just sitting on the grassy bank with the old fellow. I am telling you nothing about the situating felt normal.
So I sat there dazed and regrouped my thoughts I was almost dizzy or something I can quite put my finger on. It was quiet for a second that seemed to be an eternity. Then he said with his had out to shake mine hi my name is Charlie. It was like he was teaching me my manners and to be in the moment out of phase with the real world and just sit and enjoy a chat on a warm sunny day. I introduce my self and ask if he was ok and did he live around here. He replied no not from here and I am fine unlike my damn Chinese made scooter the seat just came off and the next thing I know I'm in the ditch and I been here along time waiting for you and do you know how many people saw me and you were the only one who stopped and came back to look.
So I apologised for the rest of the people that share my planet and we laughed and chatted some. I then asked Charlie's permission to help him put the seat back on and put the bolt back in. He said well alright then I can drive myself out of here. I did not argue even tho I thought there is no way you can drive up that bank. I then ask permission to help him up and tip the scooter on to its wheels. He agreed and we carefully did just that. I stayed on the down side of him and his cart like a extra set of training wheels and damned if he did not drive up and on to the side of the road. He thanked me and said it was nice to finally meet me. I said ok and maybe I will see you again some time I drive this road twice a day. He was already rolling and said no I don't think we will meet again. I said well drive safe and he barked back I always do. I chuckled to myself wipe the dust off me and crossed the road to my truck. I put my seat belt on and looked back for traffic so I could merge across to my lane and headed out. The weird thing is he was gone. I to this day have never seen him again. It was hot that day you know the days where you get those heat waves off the pavement that bluer what is in front of you. I drove the same direction he went but he was gone.
I continued on to my appointment but an hour late and not really thinking about Charlie. A few days later revisiting the whole thing in my head , I decided it never happened or if it did I crossed in to a different realm of existence and then returned. I had a feeling of great overwhelming gratitude that I was aloud to leave here and meet Charlie. He need to teach me something and he did.
So becarefull not to miss the little things in life because they are the big things you might just need.
:^)
Thanks for the read.
Lance.
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