In July 2006, a young woman went on a spiritual retreat in Colorado, United States. There, she had a paranormal experience ...
One day, she had decided to go for a hike in a local forest.
Everything was going well until she slipped into a sort of parallel
universe. She tells:
“I walked maybe five feet off trail to have a look at a
brightly colored sign attached to a tree which gave the name of the
national forest I was in. I read the sign, turned around to get
back on trail, and literally the trail was not there. I found
myself in a different location. How could this be possible I
thought to myself, and then of course, one begins to panic when
things go so wonky. I calmed myself and circled the area trying to
find the trail, or some way to get back on track, but it was not
there. I made sure to not wander from the small area I was in, yet
I was still searching for a way out. I retraced my steps to find
the tree with the brightly colored national park placard as a way
to reorientate my location, but it was not there either. As I
walked in the direction I came from, there was barbed wire fence
all around. I then began to get what I can only describe as a very
creepy feeling that I was being watched and the panic set in again.
I knew I must not panic and that I had to stay in the area I was
in. I felt as if there was an energy trying to get me to go in a
certain direction, but my gut, my intuitive self, said NO, don’t go
there. Then I thought to call 911 or my husband who was 30 miles
away. Not sure if I could’ve gotten service, but again, my gut very
strongly said NO, do not get on your phone. Then in the distance, I
began hearing the voices of people talking. Oh good, I thought,
I’ll call out for help, as I just assumed that if I could hear
them, they would hear me. So I cried out for help, screaming for
help as loud as I could. Then I began to have this terrifying
feeling that the sound of my voice was going nowhere. The best way,
in retrospect, I can describe it, is that I was very small, in a
petri dish being looked at and the sound of my voice was being
muffled. I literally thought to myself at this point, “oh, this is
how some people go missing. That’s when I knew I had to absolutely
find a way out. I ran straight away and there in front of me was a
field so I just began running in the direction of the yoga center.
The grasses got taller and taller as I ran and were taller than me
in places. It was a very dry and hot Colorado summer, but this
field was like a marsh or bog with dips and holes. I was sinking
in, as if in quick sand, as I was running and at one point badly
twisted my ankle. It felt like I was going in slow motion, but I
was running as fast as I could. Eventually, I got to a trail just
near the facility. I sat down on a chair by a small lake that is on
the property and was really in a dazed and confused state as to
what I had just experienced. Mostly I was just incredibly thankful
to be sitting there. I remember too, my eyes were burning badly,
like I had been doused with some sort of chemical. For days they
were quite red and still burning.”
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