I will tell you something that happened to me when I was about 25. One day after work, my coworkers and I had a few drinks, but it did not stop there. I was invited to a home of one of the coworkers and had some more beer. Soon we ran out of beer. We were not happy with that and the guy left to get some more. It was almost midnight and it had been longer than 30 minutes of me waiting in his home, so I decided to go home myself. I have no idea what I was thinking, I had no bus home and it was about 20 km away. So instead, I decided to walk to my workplace and crash on the night guard’s couch.
It was about 45 min walk. It was soggy late October night and for the most part I was walking on paved road, but I had to go for about 10 min on a muddy dirt road. Part of that road passed by a cemetery. As I was making my way past the main gate, I saw a blinking light in the distance near a small chapel at that cemetery. I was curious. I am not scared of cemeteries and I was a bit drunk, but the cold weather and long walk helped sober me up a bit, so I remember everything. I squeezed through the bend in the main gate and was walking closer to that blinking light. As I got closer, I saw that blinking was actually a small fire. Someone was burning old leaves and twigs, at least that is how it appeared. I was happy that I could warm up by the fire. I got remarkably close to the fire and felt very strange.
My surroundings disappeared, all that was left was this strange thick odor and warmth. “Do you want a smoke?” Someone asked, sitting on a trunk of a small tree stomp by the fire. “Sure,” I replied and sat down next to that being. Out of nowhere another “guy” showed up from the darkness and sat on opposite side of me and had smoke as well. “Do you want some wine?” asked the other man. “Sure”, I replied. “Let me get some”. “I don’t have any cash on me”, I let him know. “No worries you’ll buy next time”. He walked a few feet from the fire and stopped in front of what appeared to be a woman knitting something. They argued in low voices for a bit because she wanted to be paid and, in a few seconds, she gave him a bottle of wine.
We sat down by the fire, he opened the wine and gave me first glass. I drank it, it tasted different from most wines I had tried, but good. I have no idea where he got that glass. The woman joined us, and all of us sat enjoying the warmth of the fire, on a fallen tree trunk that for some reason turned into a shape of a horseshoe. We were chatting for a bit and they were all telling me the stories of how they died. At the time, my brain did not notice anything “wrong” with this conversation until later.
Suddenly we heard the crack of a breaking twig indicating that there is someone else behind us. They looked at each other and then me with some concern in their expressions. “You have to leave now! He is coming!” they urged me. So, I got up and started walking. “Jump over the fence, quick! “ one of them yelled. So, I ran to the fence and went over, it was not high. I do not know what “He” meant to them, but it was freaky. I was surrounded by absolute frightening darkness! Once I got over the fence, I was afraid to look back. I sensed that whatever “He” was, was looking at me and trying to hurt me. I was walking with great difficulties feeling some form of vortex pulling me back.
At first, I was scared but, I felt that being scared was giving “him” power, so I started my personal prayer. With each step forward, I was less scared, and my walking became easier. Finally, I have made it to night guards place at my workplace completely sober. You are the first to hear this story. I did not tell this to anyone because I did not want to be ridiculed. Now it does not matter, there are others that have experiences of crossing to other realities and back, similar to what I have experienced, but in different circumstances.
I am aware that this commentary is located close to an old field airport with radar. That field was out of commission at that time. Our military now and then during that time used that field for some form of exercises. Sky watching perhaps and I am suspecting that the equipment they were using (radar) might have something to do with what happen to me. Perhaps bent in space of some sort to enable access to other realities nearby.
Stefan Palczewski 