Bleedthrough? An Unbelievable but True Journey into The Twilight Zone

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Picture yourself driving down a quiet country road in October during Indian Summer. Your windows are rolled all the way down creating an exquisite cross-breeze. The air is fresh and sweet and you feel on top of and at one with the universe. Then all of a sudden it begins. First, there is this smell of wood burning, but no one is burning wood, not even a puff of smoke is visible coming out of any chimney as you gaze down the hill you are just cresting. You slow down, making sure to check every house you pass to see if you are missing one errant smoking chimney. There aren’t any. Next, the smell gets stronger, though you still don’t see any smoke. As you approach a flatter part of the road, where the smell is at its strongest you decide to slow down to a crawl while keeping your eyes peeled for a campfire or some other source of the smell. You finally stop, something tells you to stop right where you are. There is a path, with an opening, some kind of alcove covered with patches of grass, not too tall, not too short. You peer down this path, the smell is getting almost unbearable and just when you are about to move away the clearing down the path begins to blur. Are you about to faint? No, you actually begin to hear voices coming from the direction of the clearing. Then the fog begins to clear. You can’t believe your eyes! In the clearing stands two men conversing beside a campfire and one seated on a fallen tree. The men are dressed in 17th Century garb, with armor breastplates and helmets, breeches, hose and boots and there is some kind of animal cooking on a spit over the fire. The third man, probably a Native American is sitting, head bowed and wrapped from head to toe in some kind of animal skins. You can barely smell the cooking meat over the smell of burning wood, but it’s there. You can’t make out the words but you know some witty remark was just exchanged because both of the standing men begin to laugh. Not long after that exchange, a mere one and a half minutes later, the scene is gone, in a blink and with it the smell. You rub your eyes thinking, “What the heck just happened?” Am I hallucinating?” You lean hard out of the window trying to catch a whiff of the smoke, but sadly, it’s gone. You now need to drive on, back home, a bit shaky from the experience, but you manage to arrive without any further incident. You tell your husband or significant others what you saw. They look at you perplexed, in disbelief, but they humor you by saying, “Strange things happen once in a while and we can’t always explain them. Sounds like you might have seen ghosts. I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” You realize they have a point, so you store it back in your long-term memory, thinking it will someday fade away for good. Years go by, your husband has died and you find yourself alone with your thoughts and memories. Suddenly the memory of that day comes back and you experience the same shaky feeling you did when it originally happened. You decide to shake it off with a brisk walk to the Library. Perhaps a good book or movie will cheer you up some. As you walk into the area designated for non-fiction you are suddenly and inexplicably drawn to the section marked “New Age.” Your eyes lower their gaze to the bottom shelf and fix on one particular volume. A chill goes through you, you don’t really know why. You just know you are going to find an answer to something in that book that has plagued you for some time. You pick up the book. It is Phenomenon by the late psychic Sylvia Brown. You quickly check it out and head even more quickly back home to begin your search for the answer you know is there. After making a strong cocktail you sit down and begin thumbing through the pages. As you thumb through you realize it is an A-Z compilation of paranormal, psychic and other strange phenomena. You slowly read through the “A” section and find nothing. You turn next to the “B” section and then to the “Bl” section and then you stop. There it is! What happened on that country road on that warm October day during Indian Summer was, according to psychic Sylvia Brown, known as a Bleedthrough. A Bleedthrough is when a little piece of time of a certain vibration connects with a certain place exhibiting a similar or harmonious vibration with it. That “snapshot” of the event appears, sometimes in the most unlikely place, sometimes not even where it originally took place. It appears very often pretty much out of the blue, and is sometimes, but not always preceded by a sign, like the smell of burning wood. Was Phenomenon correct? Was it a Bleedthrough I came upon that warm October day on that country road during Indian Summer, was it just a hallucination brought on by the heat or was it a wrinkle in time that took me on a fascinating journey into…The Twilight Zone.