Witness X
Out of this world!
On
Saturday 7 april 2007 I witnessed a special event, an event where I actually
want to think as little as possible! But for this little book I want to
tell this event again because that event also lies at the base of major changes
in the life of Rudy. It is also the thread in which he will bring you the
whole story and because it is simply the truth.
Easter
weekend about 12 h when leaving a department store in ghent (belgium) Rudy was
approached by an old woman. The old woman asked if whether he wanted to
accept the plant from her, the little plant which they had been given at the cash
register on the occasion of the Easter weekend, give to him because they could
do nothing with the small plant.
Rudy
said, but no that's your little plant place it somewhere in the kitchen and give
it some water and enjoy it. (That day everyone got a succulent plant with
yellow flowers, kalanchoe called)
Then
came she just for Rudy, and they started a bizarre and long story. They
talked about a weird world, a pit where they sunken was but not drowned. She
was married and had twoo children what they could have saved yet, she had them
somewhere between sliders an so they were saved.
She
told that all we see every day there actually is not, and rolling pattern as we
know it by father, mother, etc. does not exist (she suggested that our
world is going on in our minds). She said that she was punished because
they had done bad things and that they therefore is here to stay. They had
to go to a so-called school there were other children sat but which are not
really were, she said she has seen children from substance see appear and they
back in dust.
She
spoke about "They", they can all forms even trees, the trees could
even faces. Rudy looked according to her out as a religious figure, a kind
of god with blonde curls.
They
also talked about a man who said what is and is not allowed and that that of
father, mother, family and thus actually all not really was, that there are
actually no band is and that things came out of nowhere.
When
she was telling her story we could bring, there's really not much between I
stood there listening and knew not what actually happened to us, I even found
that they stopped to leave us a little further so they could
tell. Somewhere, I think it is a scary story ...
They
did have a loud voice but sometimes I also had the impression that the people
just saw us and not that woman.
Rudy
was just thinking the same as me, we thought first to a severely demented old
woman. She said she could do nothing with the plant that they had given us
and that we did not need to thank for her there.
When
we go out Rudy wished her have a nice day which they directly answered that we
went to a better place than they do. I saw her between two parked cars go
and it seemed just as if they wanted to put a key in the keyhole to open the
door. What then happened before our eyes is the most bizarre to the whole
story, they dissolved into the ether without any trace.
In
that car, we suddenly see two children of about eleven years, a boy with black
hair in the front and a girl with blonde long hair behind in the car, it seemed
as if they were playing tag and when we played both children laughed with an
almost heavenly came closer and peaceful smile. I have even wondered if
they when not one of those two children was?
I can
imagine me how that woman there actually looked like and not what they had in
contrast with what Rudy still sees every day. It's like that consciously
done is that I would remember her, only portions of her story. The story
is more important than the person who it came up saying I think!
Rudy
told me afterwards that he would have in normal circumstances to those children
asked if they had seen that old woman also, but something was stronger than we
may think because the only thing we could do is in the car and leave.
(On
Saturday 7 april 2007 I was approached by an old woman, what followed is
actually a story which has no place in our thinking. The witness who here
brings the story to continue to remain anonymous)
