Dennis Siluk Dr.h.c.
(A Cosmic Experience, -or What?)
It was like this: the
apparatus, had yellowish, pink and orange fire like flames, against this
great wall, radiated outward, pulling my arms wide-open, and lifting my
body up from my half-awake sleeping position I was in, in my bed, it
was 3:00 a.m., It was as if I was in front of a spiral, twisting
tempest, and it was pulling at me, and it engulfed me, it engulfed the
insides of me, pulling at and through my flesh, as if it wanted to pull
out my soul, through all of the other life's inner mechanisms. Hence,
all being pulled outwards towards this bright and burning apparatus; at
the same time its emissions, penetrating me like dampness might
penetrate through a brick and plaster wall; my mind unsure of how to
react; I tried to resist the pull, as if it might simple be imaginary or
a nightmare (but was it? -if so it was unlike any other nightmare I
ever had in my 66-years on this earth)
In any case, still the
apparatus, with its black dotted, dots, encircled by the fiery-flames,
came closer, as now I had been pulled up to a sitting position on my
bed, perhaps less complicated; the apparatus more visible now yet still
in the process of its magnetic pull on my frame. I ask myself: was it
some sort of cosmic machine, beyond space and time, I wondered, I mean,
no angels appeared, God's hand or the devil's hand didn't appear. My
wife didn't know what to make of it, nightmare, most likely, vision
perhaps, something in-between, possible, but what?
I told my wife,
in so few words "Something is going to happen," and in hand gestures,
to be silent (whom was now awake and had seen everything, but the
apparatus); I had, the impression of I'm sure-to my wife, of unseeingly
haste, sensing I had but a few seconds, and no more than that, for I was
in the force of its magnetic severity, its draw and drag (it now makes
me think we don't know much about anything, to include death, and
perhaps on the latter, we don't have to know, for time has not mellowed
death, even in my old age, it is a startling moment, quietly, or not
quietly, 'Here I go I said,' then added, 'Lord, I think I need some
help', now for the pallbearers: but of course it didn't come to that).
Whatever
it was, whatever took place, and perhaps it was reparation, it was put
on hold, as sudden as it came, it left. No dark silence, no random
jerks, no ghosts, just some cosmic force bumping into me-if indeed it
wasn't simply a nightmare, and it would simplify things if I could
categorize it so. But what was its intent, its message? That might be
the more important question! I do not know. I know my wife prayed, and
in such cases, that is all one can do: lest you fall into it like a
winter branch in a storm-trying to figure it out, only to end up like
grass under the snow
