THE OBSERVATION BOOTH
OP-ED & PHOTOS BY ANDREA DIALECT
COME INTO THE LIGHT CAROL ANNE…COME INTO THE LIGHT! COME INTO THE LIGHT READER… COME INTO THE LIGHT!!! COME INTO THE LIGHT OBSERVER…COME!!!
Cover Photo: L.I.T KID MUSE MODEL: SPIRT BEING SINCERE
I had to do it. The statement up above is thrown around by yours truly like confetti every chance I get, and I throw it everywhere – whether I’m talking about physical light or beckoning someone into the light of that spiritual one. Of course, the lure to my attraction is the voice influxes of that elderly woman in that 1982 beloved horror fantasy movie “Poltergeist.” Thus, logically as a Performance artist, I mimic the women verbatim as honing my voice. It’s one of my favorite tools of practice. Now check this one out Mommmmy!
Sing it as a singsong, mimicking the melodic tones of a young child’s voice. BAM! Welcome to voice-over 101 lol. Many years ago, when my children were children, I was lying in bed one night and I had been in a meditative state and it was pretty late around two or three in the morning. It showed up as a whisper and each time it was loudening, and it was heard it over and over and over again. The voice would go up a few octaves then drop low, then up again. “Mommmmy!” was his singsong.
PARANORMAL THE GHOSTLY ONE: NORMAL
Naturally, I got out of bed and followed its lead into my son’s bedroom. The two were comfortably sleeping in their bunk beds, one at a snore when I tipped in. When entering the room there was a window and it was where those echoes rang from. This is when I was living on Springdale Ave. in East Orange. We lived on the first floor and the window that I was now directly facing ahead was cracked and the black shade was aligned with its opening. When looking outside of that window, I saw a child sitting Indian-style on the ground. It was a boy around six or seven years old. His back was facing the backyard and was looking over his shoulder directly at me. He continued his song. His expression was blank, his eyes haunting.
He sat there for a while as I peered out, while he continued his song. He was small-framed, wearing a plain t-shirt of sorts and a pair of blue jean shorts. He had ankle socks on his feet and a pair of brown sandals. His hair looked as if it was freshly cut. I notice it at the time because the ex was a barber, and this child was presently sedentary in between our home and Lee’s Barbershop where the hubby was employed at the time.
He was brown-skinned in complexion, narrow-faced and dainty features, and the perfect little face that would surely morph into a fine Mocha Man one day. The emotions mixing were a cocktail of curiosity, shock, fear, and concern. The cherry on top was the unidentifiable but familiar ingredients of others that weren’t apparent that I can no longer recall. But they surely added to the taste that biter made.
Amongst other things, I was startled by how abruptly his mini concert came to a screeching halt. His positioning then changed when using his right hand he began lifting his body off that stony ground to abandon the seemingly comfy space in-between home and Lee’s shop. As never breaking gaze and never abandoning his “Mommy” song. I shut my eyes tightly just for a moment, but when I opened them he was gone. One last whisper had been heard of his mommy song, my mommy song.
Was I his mommy I asked myself; was he mine in another, time, place, or space? Perhaps! That was one experience but I can go on and on and on if you’d like. I have been gleaning these types of experiences, encounters, or unexplainable events forever.
Question, is paranormal also your normal? Is it yours as it is mine and so many others out there?
If so reach out to me by email or text me @ 973.766.5656 so that we can document these occurrences for us now and for future generations to come. Perhaps these things show up and are to aid or point the way. Perhaps they are the antidote for things to come, that peek in to support us during the good, bad and indifferent.
We are the leaders of this world now and it is our responsibility to put on our big boy and girl undergarments and deal with life on its terms and pay attention to what shows up. WE ARE SPIRIT BEINGS and I believe these experiences are suggesting that we conduct ourselves as such. We must fight spiritual things with those spiritual things.
I went out scouting yesterday in search of a parent and child that I might depict the image of that child that came to me. But guess what no one showed up. But, guess who did show up. I was one my own. The image of my granny son Sincere came to me as vivid as my child in question did. Let him galvanize my experience, lest we forget or utilize your own. This is our world like it or not.
Step into the light Carol Anne’s. Step into consciousness. Step into the light! Watch the movie and sing the child’s singsong. PARANORMAL IS NORMAL! But by golly, we must “Step into the Carol Anne’s!”
DID YA KNOW THAT…
Paranormal events – Purported phenomena described in popular culture, folk, and other non-scientific bodies of knowledge, whose existence within these contexts is described as being beyond the scope of normal scientific understanding. (Wikipedia)
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