The weirdest thing ever!/u/Foreign-Office-64

The Paranormal | January 13, 2023

The weirdest thing ever!/u/Foreign-Office-64

This is a hard one to explain but I'm gonna try do my best! Just so you know, I'm someone who has had my fair share of paranormal in my life. I've seen many things that many would never believe. I've experienced fear in many ways. I've seen acts of greatness and things I myself find impossible. But here we are!

So, I'm going to tell you a story about something that happened to me only two days ago. Before that tho, a bit of back story to get you a bit in the scene.

I have seven little brothers and two little sisters. My family is pretty big all round. Along the way, you meet people who are family to you even without blood. Years ago, I met someone I consider as a cousin to me due to the relationship his mum and my uncle had. To his day, he is a great friend. So he is always family to me. Now he is a grown man with full custody of his son. This isn't his only child, but he dedicates all his time to his son. From the moment I met his boy, I have adored him. In a way, he reminds me of my own son. See, his boy has autism, just like mine. His boy is also hard for people to understand a lot at his young age, just like mine was when he was younger. He has an energetic vibe and is very curious. Since my son's mother and I have split, I haven't been able to see my son much so seeing my friend's son was always a bit of a cheer up for me for a bit. It just reminds me of better times with my boy. The main thing I'm pointing out here tho is how his son was around people. Full of energy and curiosity. Hard for anybody to understand. His own father could only make out about half of what he could say on a good day. He has been like this the whole time I have known him. Just a young four year old autistic boy.

So two days ago, my brother and my friend decided to come wake me up and drag me out. They wanted to go to the river for a swim, so the plan was to go down to the river and cool off a bit. We would take some drinks, (alcoholic obviously) and some snacks and drinks for the young fella, and my friend, my brother and I would smoke some weed and go for a swim. I personally didn't feel like swimming tho, so when we got there, I decided to just sit on the river bank. My friend, my brother and my friend's son all went for a swim. I sat here just sipping my drink, yet I kept a close eye on my friends boy. He was young but wasn't afraid of the water one bit, which kept me on edge due to past experiences I've had with my own son. I kept reminding my friend to watch him. That it was too far out for him. That the current will pull him away. I was also a bit concerned because I had also seen evidence of bull sharks in this same fresh water river, so I was a bit of a worry wart. After a while tho, I became to calm down a bit because things were going ok. My brother and friend were throwing rocks and carrying on. The boy was staying close to the shore where I was hoping he would stay. I sat there for about an hour and a half before I was convinced by my brother and friend to get in the water. So I take off my shirt and walk on it. I realise the water doesn't get deeper where the current flows so I felt like a fool thinking it was too deep for the young fella, however, the current was stronger so I still suggested he stay close to the edge. I even made sure her had snacks ready and asked if he needed a drink before I went to walk out toward my brother and friend. I was about to step away when I heard the young fella next to me say something. Now, as I said before, he is very hard to understand, however, I clear as day heard him say these words. "I can remember my past life you know?" This cought my attention right away. I'd never heard his say a sentence before so clearly. I turned and I said to him "For real?" And he looked at me and said, "Yep!" Now this is where it gets hard because for some reason right after our conversation, the memory started to get blurry. Things became hard to remember and hard to explain. But I will try anyways. So, after he said yep to me, I was so intrigued that I sad down in the shallows near him. The point was to ask questions and see if I could learn anything interesting. I asked him pretty much straight away, "So you're gonna forget all this when you get older?" He responded with "Uhuh!" I then said "So that's why you can't talk properly then I guess. So nobody can hear what you have to say?" He responds with "yep! That's right!" I felt bad for him instantly with this response, knowing all his knowledge and wisdom would just fade away over time. So I asked him how much of his past life he could remember, however, he shrugged the conversation away like he had no interest in it at all. It's hard to remember a lost of what was said exactly because, I dunno. It's hard to explain. It's like something doesn't want me to remember. But I will say this tho! I could clearly understand everything he was saying, even in his little boy autistic voice. It was infact a very intellectual conversation. I asked questions and he responded with full answers. As we sat her talking, he kept asking me to move bit by bit up the stream with him. "Come over here and lay with me!" "Follow me!" Or "Come!" Were the things he mainly said. But after a bit, he turns to me and says "Come up here and let's go God Mode!" This was a weird moment for me. A part of me felt like I knew what he was talking bout when he said 'God Mode', but a still wasn't quite sure what he was saying, so I asked him "What do you mean by God Mode?" He reacted with this noise of disapproval, kinda insinuating that I was being an idiot. He then says to me "You know because you do it all the time! You just haven't realised it yet." An inkling part of me seemed to understand what he was talking about then. Because of my own mental health issues, I live inside my head. My mind goes to places where I'm untouchable. I believe this is what he meant by God Mode. So he insists again "Come on! Let's go do God Mode!" So I agreed with him. I moved along a bit closer to him, we both layed back in the water and I started to drift off into my mind. As I did tho, I could hear his start to swim away. I opened my eyes and called him out on it, to which he responded with "No No! You go God mode! It'll be okay!" Even tho, as we spoke, I could feel the presence of someone who was much older and much wiser than I was, I couldn't help but still see a little boy infront of me. So I would remain vigilant and keep on him about staying close to the shore. So instead of trying to swim away, he decided to come sit next to me again and talk some more. We talked for a while and he says to me "I want to take you to the door." When he said that, I had this vision of a dark steel door with a green glowing light shining through the gaps around the door. I said to him "The Door?" He says to me after that "Yeah! I want to take you to it and help guide you through." He then says "Come and I'll show you!" This kinda weirded me out a bit. It almost seemed a bit scary to me. I told him " I'm not sure about that one." He sighs with disapproval at me. The then said "Come on! You're the one I chose to show!" I then asked him "well, why me?" He then respondes to me with something that really made me stop in my tracks. "Because you're my Dad." I then said to him "I am not your dad tho!" I then pointed to his father and said that he is his dad. He just looked away and said "Yeah!" I wasn't sure what to think about that part. Maybe is was saying that I was his dad in a past life or something? I really wasn't sure. I just didn't bring it up again after that. "He looked at me and he said "you're close but you're not quite there yet." I stood there dumbfounded for a bit after he did that. Like, I'm close but not quite there. He then moved closer to me and climbed over the top of me as he played in the water. Even tho he's talking to me like someone who is much older and wiser, hr still played like he was a little kid. He then said to me "Why don't you love yourself?" I looked at him confused, as if to say 'how could he know I feel this about myself?' (He then says to me "You should!" I sat there and thought about those words before we continued out conversation. We, at this point, had moved back closer to where we started the conversation. I asked him if he needed a drink. He said "Yeah! Just two bits!" So I went and got the orange juice and brought it to him. I lifted the bottle to his lips and after he took his econd mouthful, I pulled it away, put the lid on and placed the bottle back up in the shade. I went back into the water and he said "We should go down there and meet that person!" I looked down stream to where he was pointing. It was across the stream toward a place where there was nobody. I asked him "To meet who?" He said "Just down there. We should go down there!" I queried him again and then after that, he changed the direction he was pointing toward a couple a bit down stream who were fishing. I knew he wasn't pointing at them originally, but I played along with it. After a bit longer, I asked him about this 'door' that he mentioned earlier. Instead of talking about it tho, he said to me "You should come unter the water with me!" I asked him why and he said "So you can meet my friends." I asked "your friends are under the water?" He said "Uhuh! I can hear them when I put my head under the water." He insisted that I try, but I didn't try. I just watched him sinking his head under the water and coming up withing a couple seconds every time. He then said to me "You should come meet my friends! They will look after you." I looked at him still hesitant and said "What if I don't want to meet your friends?" The then sighed loudly with disapproval again while rolling his eyes back. The then said to me in the next breath, "You're all gonna die you know?" This startled me a bit, but I responded straight away with, "Yeah! everybody does in the end." He goes "Yep!" But a part of me could tell that that's not what he meant. It's like, he knows what's coming or something. I then told him that I'm going to tell his dad all about what we have been talking about. He said "No! Don't do it!" I asked him "Why not? This is incredible and he should know." I then called out to his dad. I told him that I needed to talk to him about what his son and I had been discussing. I said to him "You are not going to believe a word of what I have to say!" He called out "What is it?" I said to him "He can remember his past life." As I said these things, his son started to play in the water and gets bit of distance from me, so I called him out Infront of his dad. "You're gonna play dumb and pretend this didn't happen aren't you?" He responded with "Yep!" His dad went to ask me about it but I told him we would take about it a bit later. After a bit, he's come back and we are talking again. I asked him why he doesn't talk to his dad about it. He looked down and shrugged his shoulders, like he was unsure about his dad knowing anything. I told him "You should! You should let everybody know. Wouldn't it be something if you could share two life stories?" He then says to me "Two? You mean three!" As soon as he said it, I called to his dad "He can remember two past lives. Not just one." Again, he reacts as if to say he doesn't want me saying these things to his dad. I asked him "Why are you talking to me tho instead of your dad or somebody?" He then said to me "Its because I want you to be my bro. I need a bro so you be my bro!" I immediately felt for him when he said this. I mean just imagine being able to remember your past two lives. You're trapped in the body of a small child. Everybody overlooks you. Nobody takes you seriously. Nobody listens. You're always told what to do and where to can go. He must feel trapped. He must get lonely and bored. I said to him that I'll happily be his bro. We then fist bumped. Not long after, his dad and my brother both come back over to near the shore. This is where I tried to explain to his dad what we were just asking about, but as I was trying to do so, my memories started to fade right away. I told him that it's going fuzzy so fast. I realised that it's not meant to be a story that's easily told as I tried to first tell it. It's one of those things we aren't meant to know. After yelling him what I could recollect at that point, he tried to take his son over to the middle of the river and ask him about it. He asked if his son wanted to all to him. But he didn't want to open up. He just played along in he water like the son he always knew. After this, I've noticed the young fella is going under the water again. Only he's coming up with a mouthful of water and he's choking on it. I've pointed this out to his dad. His dad said "yeah! He does stuff like that all the time." After a bit longer, my brother and his dad climb out of the river, I'm starting with the young fella still talking to him. Still in the most intellectual conversation I've ever been involved in all my life. His dad calls out that it's time to go. I look at the young fella and say, "You ready to go bud?" He goes, "Not yet! It's not safe!" As he just finished saying this, I saw his dad out of the corner of my eye stumble backwards up the hill. Even those the ground was hard to walk on and was on a steep angle, I could tell what the boy was thinking. His dad might just be a bit too drunk or atoned to drive us home safely. So when his dad called out to hop out again, I said to him "No!" I told him that his son isn't ready to leave yet. He said, "Ofcoarse he doesn't!" As he laughed but I insinuated that it was serious. So, hearing what I had been telling him about the conversation so far, he and my brother decided to stay around a bit longer. They jumped back in the river and went back to throwing more rocks. I then asked the young fella "You can tell something bad is gonna happen can't you?" He just nodded as he stared down into the water. We talked more. At this point we had been talking for atleast 2 hours. I had been asking about how hard it must be being being a child with his mind. He said that I have no idea he said these words exactly "I want to get high so badly!" I kinda giggled but I also felt so bad for him. Seeing his dad and his dad's mates smoking bongs together. Yet he is only a little kid so there's no way that's happening. Sorry Buddy! He then went back to dunking his head under the water. He would come up with a mouthful of water every time nearly. It is almost like he is deliberately trying to drown himself. I try to stop him and I asked him why he keeps doing that. He then said to me, "I don't wanna be here anymore!" These words are heartbreaking for me to hear. A little kid who has given up on life? That sucks. So I asked him why. He said to me "it's because of you guy!" I kinda got what he meant by that. I asked him, is it because we are boring? He said "Yeah! And I don't want to be here anymore!" He then said to me "I wanna go be with my friends!" I asked "your friends you can hear under the water?" He said "Yeah! I can hear them calling me when I'm under the water. I want to go be with them. It's a peaceful way to go." These words were not only freaky to me, but also very heart felt. It made me realise that I know how he feels. I have felt for a while now that I don want to be here anymore. I feel I'm ready to move onto the next big thing. I feel there's nothing left here in life for me. As for him, a wise wise soul who is trapped in a four year old body, he is someone who knows what is gonna happen next. He somehow has seen here out future lies I believe. He doesn't see the point is staying here until the end. I also felt that's what he meant when he said to me earlier that I'm not quite there yet. Like I feel ready to move on, but I'm lettng my earthly ties hold me to this place. All I could do tho, even tho I felt how he has, I try to convince him that he can't just do that. People love him. He has to be strong for those around him. He sighed again tho, as if to say that I've got it all wrong. I told his father about this conversation aswell immediately right Infront of him. After talking. Little bit more, all the sudden, I hear an unknown voice from right behind me. I turned to see a man sitting on a horse right near all of our stuff. It was startling, as if he just appeared out of no where. He was calling out my my friend and my brother, yelling at them because of hem throwing rocks at the bottom of the bridge, trying to know the flood debris down. Between my brother and this guy, things started to get a little heated so I had to call to my brother to just drop it. My brother and friend climbed out for the river again and started to take to this guy. He started talking about weed and other tuff with my brother and mate. He even offered them a cone to which the agreed. I sked the young fella if he was ready to hop out yet. He said to me "No!" He then looked at the guy on the horse and said "He's the Devil!" When he said this, I just said "Ok?" And I left it at that. After a little while longer, his dad starts to push for us to go again. Again the young fella wasn't interested in leaving, but after a while, I insisted to him, "You know your dad is the one who is saying it's time to go, and one thing we are always taught is to respect our father. Right?" He reluctantly agreed. We then jumped out of the water. It didn't take long before he, his dad and my brother were disappearing up the hill toward the car. Meanwhile, the guy on the horse was taking to me. He offered me a cone, and I accepted. It was pretty good weed. My tolerance is really high so I didn't mind it. He then talked about the rubbish people leave laying around down there, and after I moved a couple things for him and I gathered upa. Heap of rubbish, including some that belonged to us, I tried to all toward the car. This man just kept talking to kw tho. He asked about darts, which I played as said he should come check out because he used to play. I wasn't trying to be rude but I had to go. They were waiting for me. I then got to the hill and I forgot my way up the path to get to the car. Then I realised I didn't have my keys or smokes. I went back over to look for them just after the guy rode past me on the horse. He was talking tlikw he as talking to k still, but he rode past without looking at me and when I responded to him, he just seemed to ignore me and keep riding. I searched for my keys and couldn't find them, so I worked m way up the hill to the car with all excess rubbish I had picked up. Luckily they had grabbed my keys and smokes wen they had left. By this time tho, the young boy was int he car, strapped in, not saying a word. Infact, he was silent all the way home. The next day, which was yesterday, I got in contact with his father to discuss what was being said a bit more. I told him everything I could remember of it, other than the fact that his son told me that I was his dad. I didn't want to mention that part yet. I mean, especially to his father. So I left that little bit out. But when I called, he was actually more intrigued than he seemed the day before. I don't know if he took me seriously or not when I told him, but he was definitely taking me more seriously now that we were talking over the phone. He told me that that morning when he woke up to his son, his son was telling him three different stories. He told me that he cannot remember a single bit of any of these stories. It's like it's all fuzzy and blurred out. What he can remember tho is how something that was said in these stories spin him out. How he thought right to what I was telling him the day before. He started to realise about his son remembering his past life. But fe some reason, it's likw the memories over he conversation were being washed away or something. It's exactly how I felt. When I first went to tell my friend about what his son and I were taking about, immediately I could feel the memories going fuzzy. It's almost like, something doesn't allow us to remember. My friend and I also went on to discuss the things we had already discussed the day before. About God Mode, The Door, how we were all gonna die, how he doesn't want to be here anymore. My friend went on to tell me how his son has always loved the water but he has always swollowed it and has had troubles in it. It kinda ties in with what I was saying about how he's deliberately trying to drown himself. I then went on to say to my friend that I'd like to try talk to him again. He said to me that maybe it needs to be one on one for him to want to open up. I said to him that I want I know about the door tho. I told him that I'm going to ask his son if he will lead me to it and show it to me. If he will help guide me thu as he had already offered me. I am going to tell him that I'm ready. His father and I are supposed to meet up in a couple of days from now. I have so many questions and thoughts. I don't know he will even remember the conversation we had, let alone if I'll even be able to understand him again. I'm hoping that he does tho. I'm hoping that he can show me where my next step should be. He said I'm close but not quite there. He knows I'm ready to move on. I just haven't gotten to the level of wisdom he has yet. Perhaps this is all just something to hats gonna make me look or sound crazy for the rest of my life, but I admire this kid. He has tougher me things about stuff that most people alive could never understand. Yet at the same time, he's left me wondering. He's left me curious. So when I go see him, I'm gonna ask about going through the door. If he agrees, I wonder where he might take me. I wonder where this door could possibly lead to.

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[link] [comments]This is a hard one to explain but I'm gonna try do my best! Just so you know, I'm someone who has had my fair share of paranormal in my life. I've seen many things that many would never believe. I've experienced fear in many ways. I've seen acts of greatness and things I myself find impossible. But here we are! So, I'm going to tell you a story about something that happened to me only two days ago. Before that tho, a bit of back story to get you a bit in the scene. I have seven little brothers and two little sisters. My family is pretty big all round. Along the way, you meet people who are family to you even without blood. Years ago, I met someone I consider as a cousin to me due to the relationship his mum and my uncle had. To his day, he is a great friend. So he is always family to me. Now he is a grown man with full custody of his son. This isn't his only child, but he dedicates all his time to his son. From the moment I met his boy, I have adored him. In a way, he reminds me of my own son. See, his boy has autism, just like mine. His boy is also hard for people to understand a lot at his young age, just like mine was when he was younger. He has an energetic vibe and is very curious. Since my son's mother and I have split, I haven't been able to see my son much so seeing my friend's son was always a bit of a cheer up for me for a bit. It just reminds me of better times with my boy. The main thing I'm pointing out here tho is how his son was around people. Full of energy and curiosity. Hard for anybody to understand. His own father could only make out about half of what he could say on a good day. He has been like this the whole time I have known him. Just a young four year old autistic boy. So two days ago, my brother and my friend decided to come wake me up and drag me out. They wanted to go to the river for a swim, so the plan was to go down to the river and cool off a bit. We would take some drinks, (alcoholic obviously) and some snacks and drinks for the young fella, and my friend, my brother and I would smoke some weed and go for a swim. I personally didn't feel like swimming tho, so when we got there, I decided to just sit on the river bank. My friend, my brother and my friend's son all went for a swim. I sat here just sipping my drink, yet I kept a close eye on my friends boy. He was young but wasn't afraid of the water one bit, which kept me on edge due to past experiences I've had with my own son. I kept reminding my friend to watch him. That it was too far out for him. That the current will pull him away. I was also a bit concerned because I had also seen evidence of bull sharks in this same fresh water river, so I was a bit of a worry wart. After a while tho, I became to calm down a bit because things were going ok. My brother and friend were throwing rocks and carrying on. The boy was staying close to the shore where I was hoping he would stay. I sat there for about an hour and a half before I was convinced by my brother and friend to get in the water. So I take off my shirt and walk on it. I realise the water doesn't get deeper where the current flows so I felt like a fool thinking it was too deep for the young fella, however, the current was stronger so I still suggested he stay close to the edge. I even made sure her had snacks ready and asked if he needed a drink before I went to walk out toward my brother and friend. I was about to step away when I heard the young fella next to me say something. Now, as I said before, he is very hard to understand, however, I clear as day heard him say these words. "I can remember my past life you know?" This cought my attention right away. I'd never heard his say a sentence before so clearly. I turned and I said to him "For real?" And he looked at me and said, "Yep!" Now this is where it gets hard because for some reason right after our conversation, the memory started to get blurry. Things became hard to remember and hard to explain. But I will try anyways. So, after he said yep to me, I was so intrigued that I sad down in the shallows near him. The point was to ask questions and see if I could learn anything interesting. I asked him pretty much straight away, "So you're gonna forget all this when you get older?" He responded with "Uhuh!" I then said "So that's why you can't talk properly then I guess. So nobody can hear what you have to say?" He responds with "yep! That's right!" I felt bad for him instantly with this response, knowing all his knowledge and wisdom would just fade away over time. So I asked him how much of his past life he could remember, however, he shrugged the conversation away like he had no interest in it at all. It's hard to remember a lost of what was said exactly because, I dunno. It's hard to explain. It's like something doesn't want me to remember. But I will say this tho! I could clearly understand everything he was saying, even in his little boy autistic voice. It was infact a very intellectual conversation. I asked questions and he responded with full answers. As we sat her talking, he kept asking me to move bit by bit up the stream with him. "Come over here and lay with me!" "Follow me!" Or "Come!" Were the things he mainly said. But after a bit, he turns to me and says "Come up here and let's go God Mode!" This was a weird moment for me. A part of me felt like I knew what he was talking bout when he said 'God Mode', but a still wasn't quite sure what he was saying, so I asked him "What do you mean by God Mode?" He reacted with this noise of disapproval, kinda insinuating that I was being an idiot. He then says to me "You know because you do it all the time! You just haven't realised it yet." An inkling part of me seemed to understand what he was talking about then. Because of my own mental health issues, I live inside my head. My mind goes to places where I'm untouchable. I believe this is what he meant by God Mode. So he insists again "Come on! Let's go do God Mode!" So I agreed with him. I moved along a bit closer to him, we both layed back in the water and I started to drift off into my mind. As I did tho, I could hear his start to swim away. I opened my eyes and called him out on it, to which he responded with "No No! You go God mode! It'll be okay!" Even tho, as we spoke, I could feel the presence of someone who was much older and much wiser than I was, I couldn't help but still see a little boy infront of me. So I would remain vigilant and keep on him about staying close to the shore. So instead of trying to swim away, he decided to come sit next to me again and talk some more. We talked for a while and he says to me "I want to take you to the door." When he said that, I had this vision of a dark steel door with a green glowing light shining through the gaps around the door. I said to him "The Door?" He says to me after that "Yeah! I want to take you to it and help guide you through." He then says "Come and I'll show you!" This kinda weirded me out a bit. It almost seemed a bit scary to me. I told him " I'm not sure about that one." He sighs with disapproval at me. The then said "Come on! You're the one I chose to show!" I then asked him "well, why me?" He then respondes to me with something that really made me stop in my tracks. "Because you're my Dad." I then said to him "I am not your dad tho!" I then pointed to his father and said that he is his dad. He just looked away and said "Yeah!" I wasn't sure what to think about that part. Maybe is was saying that I was his dad in a past life or something? I really wasn't sure. I just didn't bring it up again after that. "He looked at me and he said "you're close but you're not quite there yet." I stood there dumbfounded for a bit after he did that. Like, I'm close but not quite there. He then moved closer to me and climbed over the top of me as he played in the water. Even tho he's talking to me like someone who is much older and wiser, hr still played like he was a little kid. He then said to me "Why don't you love yourself?" I looked at him confused, as if to say 'how could he know I feel this about myself?' (He then says to me "You should!" I sat there and thought about those words before we continued out conversation. We, at this point, had moved back closer to where we started the conversation. I asked him if he needed a drink. He said "Yeah! Just two bits!" So I went and got the orange juice and brought it to him. I lifted the bottle to his lips and after he took his econd mouthful, I pulled it away, put the lid on and placed the bottle back up in the shade. I went back into the water and he said "We should go down there and meet that person!" I looked down stream to where he was pointing. It was across the stream toward a place where there was nobody. I asked him "To meet who?" He said "Just down there. We should go down there!" I queried him again and then after that, he changed the direction he was pointing toward a couple a bit down stream who were fishing. I knew he wasn't pointing at them originally, but I played along with it. After a bit longer, I asked him about this 'door' that he mentioned earlier. Instead of talking about it tho, he said to me "You should come unter the water with me!" I asked him why and he said "So you can meet my friends." I asked "your friends are under the water?" He said "Uhuh! I can hear them when I put my head under the water." He insisted that I try, but I didn't try. I just watched him sinking his head under the water and coming up withing a couple seconds every time. He then said to me "You should come meet my friends! They will look after you." I looked at him still hesitant and said "What if I don't want to meet your friends?" The then sighed loudly with disapproval again while rolling his eyes back. The then said to me in the next breath, "You're all gonna die you know?" This startled me a bit, but I responded straight away with, "Yeah! everybody does in the end." He goes "Yep!" But a part of me could tell that that's not what he meant. It's like, he knows what's coming or something. I then told him that I'm going to tell his dad all about what we have been talking about. He said "No! Don't do it!" I asked him "Why not? This is incredible and he should know." I then called out to his dad. I told him that I needed to talk to him about what his son and I had been discussing. I said to him "You are not going to believe a word of what I have to say!" He called out "What is it?" I said to him "He can remember his past life." As I said these things, his son started to play in the water and gets bit of distance from me, so I called him out Infront of his dad. "You're gonna play dumb and pretend this didn't happen aren't you?" He responded with "Yep!" His dad went to ask me about it but I told him we would take about it a bit later. After a bit, he's come back and we are talking again. I asked him why he doesn't talk to his dad about it. He looked down and shrugged his shoulders, like he was unsure about his dad knowing anything. I told him "You should! You should let everybody know. Wouldn't it be something if you could share two life stories?" He then says to me "Two? You mean three!" As soon as he said it, I called to his dad "He can remember two past lives. Not just one." Again, he reacts as if to say he doesn't want me saying these things to his dad. I asked him "Why are you talking to me tho instead of your dad or somebody?" He then said to me "Its because I want you to be my bro. I need a bro so you be my bro!" I immediately felt for him when he said this. I mean just imagine being able to remember your past two lives. You're trapped in the body of a small child. Everybody overlooks you. Nobody takes you seriously. Nobody listens. You're always told what to do and where to can go. He must feel trapped. He must get lonely and bored. I said to him that I'll happily be his bro. We then fist bumped. Not long after, his dad and my brother both come back over to near the shore. This is where I tried to explain to his dad what we were just asking about, but as I was trying to do so, my memories started to fade right away. I told him that it's going fuzzy so fast. I realised that it's not meant to be a story that's easily told as I tried to first tell it. It's one of those things we aren't meant to know. After yelling him what I could recollect at that point, he tried to take his son over to the middle of the river and ask him about it. He asked if his son wanted to all to him. But he didn't want to open up. He just played along in he water like the son he always knew. After this, I've noticed the young fella is going under the water again. Only he's coming up with a mouthful of water and he's choking on it. I've pointed this out to his dad. His dad said "yeah! He does stuff like that all the time." After a bit longer, my brother and his dad climb out of the river, I'm starting with the young fella still talking to him. Still in the most intellectual conversation I've ever been involved in all my life. His dad calls out that it's time to go. I look at the young fella and say, "You ready to go bud?" He goes, "Not yet! It's not safe!" As he just finished saying this, I saw his dad out of the corner of my eye stumble backwards up the hill. Even those the ground was hard to walk on and was on a steep angle, I could tell what the boy was thinking. His dad might just be a bit too drunk or atoned to drive us home safely. So when his dad called out to hop out again, I said to him "No!" I told him that his son isn't ready to leave yet. He said, "Ofcoarse he doesn't!" As he laughed but I insinuated that it was serious. So, hearing what I had been telling him about the conversation so far, he and my brother decided to stay around a bit longer. They jumped back in the river and went back to throwing more rocks. I then asked the young fella "You can tell something bad is gonna happen can't you?" He just nodded as he stared down into the water. We talked more. At this point we had been talking for atleast 2 hours. I had been asking about how hard it must be being being a child with his mind. He said that I have no idea he said these words exactly "I want to get high so badly!" I kinda giggled but I also felt so bad for him. Seeing his dad and his dad's mates smoking bongs together. Yet he is only a little kid so there's no way that's happening. Sorry Buddy! He then went back to dunking his head under the water. He would come up with a mouthful of water every time nearly. It is almost like he is deliberately trying to drown himself. I try to stop him and I asked him why he keeps doing that. He then said to me, "I don't wanna be here anymore!" These words are heartbreaking for me to hear. A little kid who has given up on life? That sucks. So I asked him why. He said to me "it's because of you guy!" I kinda got what he meant by that. I asked him, is it because we are boring? He said "Yeah! And I don't want to be here anymore!" He then said to me "I wanna go be with my friends!" I asked "your friends you can hear under the water?" He said "Yeah! I can hear them calling me when I'm under the water. I want to go be with them. It's a peaceful way to go." These words were not only freaky to me, but also very heart felt. It made me realise that I know how he feels. I have felt for a while now that I don want to be here anymore. I feel I'm ready to move onto the next big thing. I feel there's nothing left here in life for me. As for him, a wise wise soul who is trapped in a four year old body, he is someone who knows what is gonna happen next. He somehow has seen here out future lies I believe. He doesn't see the point is staying here until the end. I also felt that's what he meant when he said to me earlier that I'm not quite there yet. Like I feel ready to move on, but I'm lettng my earthly ties hold me to this place. All I could do tho, even tho I felt how he has, I try to convince him that he can't just do that. People love him. He has to be strong for those around him. He sighed again tho, as if to say that I've got it all wrong. I told his father about this conversation aswell immediately right Infront of him. After talking. Little bit more, all the sudden, I hear an unknown voice from right behind me. I turned to see a man sitting on a horse right near all of our stuff. It was startling, as if he just appeared out of no where. He was calling out my my friend and my brother, yelling at them because of hem throwing rocks at the bottom of the bridge, trying to know the flood debris down. Between my brother and this guy, things started to get a little heated so I had to call to my brother to just drop it. My brother and friend climbed out for the river again and started to take to this guy. He started talking about weed and other tuff with my brother and mate. He even offered them a cone to which the agreed. I sked the young fella if he was ready to hop out yet. He said to me "No!" He then looked at the guy on the horse and said "He's the Devil!" When he said this, I just said "Ok?" And I left it at that. After a little while longer, his dad starts to push for us to go again. Again the young fella wasn't interested in leaving, but after a while, I insisted to him, "You know your dad is the one who is saying it's time to go, and one thing we are always taught is to respect our father. Right?" He reluctantly agreed. We then jumped out of the water. It didn't take long before he, his dad and my brother were disappearing up the hill toward the car. Meanwhile, the guy on the horse was taking to me. He offered me a cone, and I accepted. It was pretty good weed. My tolerance is really high so I didn't mind it. He then talked about the rubbish people leave laying around down there, and after I moved a couple things for him and I gathered upa. Heap of rubbish, including some that belonged to us, I tried to all toward the car. This man just kept talking to kw tho. He asked about darts, which I played as said he should come check out because he used to play. I wasn't trying to be rude but I had to go. They were waiting for me. I then got to the hill and I forgot my way up the path to get to the car. Then I realised I didn't have my keys or smokes. I went back over to look for them just after the guy rode past me on the horse. He was talking tlikw he as talking to k still, but he rode past without looking at me and when I responded to him, he just seemed to ignore me and keep riding. I searched for my keys and couldn't find them, so I worked m way up the hill to the car with all excess rubbish I had picked up. Luckily they had grabbed my keys and smokes wen they had left. By this time tho, the young boy was int he car, strapped in, not saying a word. Infact, he was silent all the way home. The next day, which was yesterday, I got in contact with his father to discuss what was being said a bit more. I told him everything I could remember of it, other than the fact that his son told me that I was his dad. I didn't want to mention that part yet. I mean, especially to his father. So I left that little bit out. But when I called, he was actually more intrigued than he seemed the day before. I don't know if he took me seriously or not when I told him, but he was definitely taking me more seriously now that we were talking over the phone. He told me that that morning when he woke up to his son, his son was telling him three different stories. He told me that he cannot remember a single bit of any of these stories. It's like it's all fuzzy and blurred out. What he can remember tho is how something that was said in these stories spin him out. How he thought right to what I was telling him the day before. He started to realise about his son remembering his past life. But fe some reason, it's likw the memories over he conversation were being washed away or something. It's exactly how I felt. When I first went to tell my friend about what his son and I were taking about, immediately I could feel the memories going fuzzy. It's almost like, something doesn't allow us to remember. My friend and I also went on to discuss the things we had already discussed the day before. About God Mode, The Door, how we were all gonna die, how he doesn't want to be here anymore. My friend went on to tell me how his son has always loved the water but he has always swollowed it and has had troubles in it. It kinda ties in with what I was saying about how he's deliberately trying to drown himself. I then went on to say to my friend that I'd like to try talk to him again. He said to me that maybe it needs to be one on one for him to want to open up. I said to him that I want I know about the door tho. I told him that I'm going to ask his son if he will lead me to it and show it to me. If he will help guide me thu as he had already offered me. I am going to tell him that I'm ready. His father and I are supposed to meet up in a couple of days from now. I have so many questions and thoughts. I don't know he will even remember the conversation we had, let alone if I'll even be able to understand him again. I'm hoping that he does tho. I'm hoping that he can show me where my next step should be. He said I'm close but not quite there. He knows I'm ready to move on. I just haven't gotten to the level of wisdom he has yet. Perhaps this is all just something to hats gonna make me look or sound crazy for the rest of my life, but I admire this kid. He has tougher me things about stuff that most people alive could never understand. Yet at the same time, he's left me wondering. He's left me curious. So when I go see him, I'm gonna ask about going through the door. If he agrees, I wonder where he might take me. I wonder where this door could possibly lead to. submitted by /u/Foreign-Office-64 [link] [comments]

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