A Visit to a Dream

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Have you ever had that “déjà vu” feeling – that psychic experience of remembering something you've experienced before? Well, that was my experience at Stonehenge on that cold, windy day. I felt a chill penetrate me because I was at a place and in moment I had visualized and fantasized about before, or maybe even lived before.

A VISIT TO A DREAM

By Al Garcia

We all have a special time or special place that has left an everlasting impression, or impacted, or touched the very core of us, in some explicable way.  Mine occurred many years ago during my second visit to England.

It wasn’t when I stood at the gates of Buckingham Place, or toured the infamous Tower of London and saw the Crown Jewels, or when I strolled inside Westminster Abby in all its Gothic glory.  Rather, it was when I stood in an isolated open field in Salisbury Plain, when I found myself feeling a chill that penetrated me and that seemed to linger inside of me for the longest of times. 

It was a cold and windy day when I arrived in Wiltshire, England that day to sightsee and spend the day in nearby Arnesbury.  It could have just been the wind and the simple coldness of the morning, yet, standing in that open field, miles from anywhere or anything, I felt spellbound by the sight before me, and I felt a chill that seemed to speak to me. 

Many of you I’m sure have heard of Stonehenge, and many others may have visited the site.  It’s a prehistoric monument, constructed between 2000 to 3000 BC, and consists of an outer ring of vertical stones, each around 13 feet high, seven feet wide, and each weighing around 25 tons, topped by connecting horizontal stones.  Inside is a ring of small stones. 

Standing before its quietness and its stillness, and seeing and feeling the magnificent structure before me, I was overcome with a sense of tranquility that seemed to hypnotize me and hold me in a state of wonder and amazement.  I could not take my eyes away from the surrealness of the moment.  I could feel an energy that reached out to me, like fingers tips barely touching me, trying to grab me and pull be closer, nearer.  Yet there was nothing there but stones and the coldness and the wind. 

And I stood mesmerized, staring at time frozen in stone, in a field that echoed the distant silence of a past that will not fade or die, but keeps alive the ancient souls that once revealed its truth.  And for one brief moment I felt the hands of time embrace a part of me that seemed to know and feel that it belonged in this moment, in this place.

And it was then that a coldness consumed me from head to toe.  It was a coldness that both startled me and calmed me -- a coldness that did not make me feel uncomfortable, but rather seemed enticing and welcoming.  And as each moment passed, I felt drawn deeper into my imagination, or was deeper into a dream I had lived before? 

Have you ever had that “déjà vu” feeling – that psychic experience of remembering something you've experienced before?  Well, that was my experience at Stonehenge on that cold, windy day.  I felt a chill penetrate me because I was at a place and in moment I had visualized and fantasized about before, or maybe even lived before. 

A dream I had had was real, after all. 


Submitted: May 27, 2021

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