itsnotallrightjack Posted June 13, 2020 Author Share Posted June 13, 2020 (edited) Right as promised ( but much later than I originally planned to get this up) here is my time travel experience. This happened around 2011. I was sitting in bed one evening ( I was not in the slightest bit sleepy, but I lived in a tiny bedroom in a shared house and had no sofa or chair in that room, it was that tiny the only place one could sit was bed). I’d been given a Moqui Marble from an American friend who’d been back from a trip to Arizona and offered me the Moqui ball for a tenner, so I readily agreed to this. I’d heard about these interesting balls and was intrigued by them. I didn’t know a lot aobut them, so wasn’t expecting anything in particular to happen. I had the ball in my hands and closed my eyes, to see what impressions I might get from it. I had already held in day time and it made me feel amused and want to laugh a bit ( which funnily enough other people I gave it to hold later on all said they felt that and without me telling them I had too). As I did that within seconds I was sucked at break neck speed back to the 1840s. I was stood in a room with wooden chairs in rows and a tall man with dark hair and a beard was looking at me with an amused smile on his face, as I was going to sit down on one of the chairs. It was clear that some kind of meeting/lecture was going to take place. He said to me that I couldn’t sit down and stay there, that this wasn’t for me. I then had the feeling that this was because I was a woman and felt that I was his daughter, aged about 18 -20 I think. He was then asking me to leave the room, but all the while polite about it. Then woosh---I was sucked right back to my bedroom in 2011 and I was VERY disorientated. I did not recognise my room or who I was for about 20-30 seconds. I saw this man’s face very clearly as the room. I was there. What is even strangers is that the next place I lived at after this shared house ( a tiny 2 up 2 down circa 1980s build) I had something that fit in with this experience. I phoned a phone psychic for a few mins in 2012 ( yeah I know---but I was bored one evening lol) and the phone psychic described a tall Victorian man with a beard who played the piano, he was my husband and we played together in a previous life. The way she described him sounded like this man I met in the 1840s. The feeling that I was his daughter when I was in 1840? Maybe I was a very young wife- he looked abut 35 ish. Or maybe the psychic wasn’t quite accurate on the details of my relationship with this 1840s man. I was not asleep, it was not a dream. I was pulled back into the 1840s, and since this had not happened to me before it must have been the Moqui ball that did it. I have been meaning for years to hold this Moqui ball again and see if it will send me anywhere else. I'd love for it to send me back to the 1930s to a swing club/dance hall lol. Edited June 13, 2020 by itsnotallrightjack 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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