Georgek
George
I was going to say how my life began, but I am going back further before it began.
I remember snippets from my past which I must admit felt dream like but very real. Daft things like walking on a a timber floored ship- looking at the buckles of my shoes as I walk into this kind of chemistry lab. Then silence.
Then looking at sunken ships at a bay as if a bomb had just dropped.
Again moving forward just before I was born as my guide is showing me the life of what will be and the things to watch out for.I am unconcerned and find myself in the cellar at Midland Avenue looking at my brother looking back at me just feet away.
Then looking down on myself as I could see straight through my body whilst having a white outline of white chalk. In later life my brother would often ask if I could remember the time when we first looked at each other in the cellar.
Time seemed to pass as I felt confusion with noise not being able to understand speech. I looked at my mother once placing saucepans in our kitchen cabinet that appeared a mile high. There were raised voices between my mother and grandmother as they seemed to be arguing about the saucepans.
Slowly words became recognisable as I grew up in Midland Avenue Nottingham.
Every three days my guide would appear outside the living room window watching me grow up.
I became familiar with that robed figure as he appeared miles tall. I took the opportunity to go outside and see him one day. Fear began setting in, as I got rather accustomed to life.
Standing beside him, he bent down and pattered me on the head as he again stood up, like as sentery at the window.
The figure often appeared and I became concerned. Not frightened as I could not understand what he ws doing out there.
One day I pointed him out to my mother who laughed saying that there was no one there!
This distressed me a lot because I did not understand?
The figure then disappeared as it seemed that it did not want to distress me and that I had submerged into the material world with new parents.
Perhaps this was a curiosity that allowed me to venture further into the unknown, as I became curious growing older.
Once the house was empty as my parents had gone out shopping for a few minutes. I sat on a chair overlooking the cellar door. A faint stomping sound seemed to emerge from down the cellar as the noise grew louder approaching the top. They grew louder still with a loud stamping and then silence for about 15 seconds . The cellar door suddenly blew open with such force that it nearly took the wall with it. Coming towards me were these strange looking characters that I later recognised as Red Coat soldiers.
They marched in twos and were probably two dozen of them. I watched these figures march right past me, straight faced as they passed through the kitchen door as their stomps appeared to fade into the silent air behind me.
I noticed that they had these strange hairstyles that I later recognised as quiffs. The thing that upset me was that they just ignored me. Nobody ignored me, as I was a cute kid.
The house was haunted and at times I was afraid. Once I was swiped across the face by this invisible assailant.
Fear seemed to be my obstacle as I wanted to overcome it. I felt that this fear was irrational and perhaps unfounded as there was nothing there.
The worst part of the house was the cellar. A dark abyss of of nothingness leading down with stone steps into what appeared eternal darkness.
If I could walk down these steps touching the walls as blackness filled my eyes than my worst fear would be over.
So I ventured down below at one step at a time with black in front of my eyes. The gradual smell of damp col entered my nostrils as I approached the inner cellar where we had the coal and my father chopped kindling to light our coal fires.
Pushing open the door, there was a flicker of burning, as I gazed upon what I can describe as a block of wood about two feet square which was blazing away from the top with a straight flame about one foot high.
I ran upstairs quicker than I ran down
Oh yer...a few more things happened like the sharpening of the pencils that I had earlier described here.
I began hanging about with a lad who lived up the road named Geoffrey Woodhead.
We would speak endlessly about ghosts and spent many a times looking into Mr Smith's haunted brickyard up the street.
Never saw anything though.
I finally left Midland Avenue in 1961 and all my friends came out to wish me well. We had about two dozen crowding our taxi as I finally made my way to my new life in Wollaton Nottingham where my UFO life began.
George
I remember snippets from my past which I must admit felt dream like but very real. Daft things like walking on a a timber floored ship- looking at the buckles of my shoes as I walk into this kind of chemistry lab. Then silence.
Then looking at sunken ships at a bay as if a bomb had just dropped.
Again moving forward just before I was born as my guide is showing me the life of what will be and the things to watch out for.I am unconcerned and find myself in the cellar at Midland Avenue looking at my brother looking back at me just feet away.
Then looking down on myself as I could see straight through my body whilst having a white outline of white chalk. In later life my brother would often ask if I could remember the time when we first looked at each other in the cellar.
Time seemed to pass as I felt confusion with noise not being able to understand speech. I looked at my mother once placing saucepans in our kitchen cabinet that appeared a mile high. There were raised voices between my mother and grandmother as they seemed to be arguing about the saucepans.
Slowly words became recognisable as I grew up in Midland Avenue Nottingham.
Every three days my guide would appear outside the living room window watching me grow up.
I became familiar with that robed figure as he appeared miles tall. I took the opportunity to go outside and see him one day. Fear began setting in, as I got rather accustomed to life.
Standing beside him, he bent down and pattered me on the head as he again stood up, like as sentery at the window.
The figure often appeared and I became concerned. Not frightened as I could not understand what he ws doing out there.
One day I pointed him out to my mother who laughed saying that there was no one there!
This distressed me a lot because I did not understand?
The figure then disappeared as it seemed that it did not want to distress me and that I had submerged into the material world with new parents.
Perhaps this was a curiosity that allowed me to venture further into the unknown, as I became curious growing older.
Once the house was empty as my parents had gone out shopping for a few minutes. I sat on a chair overlooking the cellar door. A faint stomping sound seemed to emerge from down the cellar as the noise grew louder approaching the top. They grew louder still with a loud stamping and then silence for about 15 seconds . The cellar door suddenly blew open with such force that it nearly took the wall with it. Coming towards me were these strange looking characters that I later recognised as Red Coat soldiers.
They marched in twos and were probably two dozen of them. I watched these figures march right past me, straight faced as they passed through the kitchen door as their stomps appeared to fade into the silent air behind me.
I noticed that they had these strange hairstyles that I later recognised as quiffs. The thing that upset me was that they just ignored me. Nobody ignored me, as I was a cute kid.
The house was haunted and at times I was afraid. Once I was swiped across the face by this invisible assailant.
Fear seemed to be my obstacle as I wanted to overcome it. I felt that this fear was irrational and perhaps unfounded as there was nothing there.
The worst part of the house was the cellar. A dark abyss of of nothingness leading down with stone steps into what appeared eternal darkness.
If I could walk down these steps touching the walls as blackness filled my eyes than my worst fear would be over.
So I ventured down below at one step at a time with black in front of my eyes. The gradual smell of damp col entered my nostrils as I approached the inner cellar where we had the coal and my father chopped kindling to light our coal fires.
Pushing open the door, there was a flicker of burning, as I gazed upon what I can describe as a block of wood about two feet square which was blazing away from the top with a straight flame about one foot high.
I ran upstairs quicker than I ran down
Oh yer...a few more things happened like the sharpening of the pencils that I had earlier described here.
I began hanging about with a lad who lived up the road named Geoffrey Woodhead.
We would speak endlessly about ghosts and spent many a times looking into Mr Smith's haunted brickyard up the street.
Never saw anything though.
I finally left Midland Avenue in 1961 and all my friends came out to wish me well. We had about two dozen crowding our taxi as I finally made my way to my new life in Wollaton Nottingham where my UFO life began.
George
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