3610: The Occurrences

Ronald E. Tyler

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3610: The Occurrences is a collection of strange yet memorable events that I experienced as a young child. I thought the events that happened during that tender period were odd at the time. But, after a bit of maturity and some relatively deep reflection, I believe that my family and I became unwilling participants in something that appeared to be mysteriously unreal and unbelievable. These events will be dismissed by some as bizarre, unbelievable, and the product of a young child's wild imagination. To others, the events will be intriguing and fascinating. And, for a few, these recollections will spark deep and emotionally disturbing personal experiences. When something is inexplicable, it naturally gets categorized as the "boogeyman"; when science falls short of a reasonable explanation, it becomes a "phenomenon"; but only when reason doesn't stand a chance, your heart opens, and then it becomes "fact." As a little boy, I personally experienced the events that are chronicled in my memoir 3610: The Occurrences. 3610 represents the address where these unusual and odd events took place. I often found it difficult to speak about this off-the-beaten-path subject. However, I am passionate about telling my story regardless of ridicule or negative labels. These are my stories, and they are real. Enjoy and ponder the possibilities of life and the immense potential of reality.

Sujets

• Spiritualism

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• Publié par: Outskirts Press
• Date de parution: 11 juin 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781977228390
• Langue: English

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TABLE OF CONTENTS
PRECIS
INTRODUCTION
ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER LIFE
THE STORIES
MOM! CAN I HAVE A DRINK OF WATER?
WHO’S HOLDING MY HAND?
LISTEN TO THE GHOST STORIES
PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE
MY MOM’S EXPERIENCE
MY BROTHER’S ELF ENCOUNTER
MY SISTER’S DREAMS
MY GRANDFATHER’S MOMENT
WHAT I SAW
EVENING IN THE CAFETERIA
HERE TODAY, GONE TOMORROW
THE REACTION
EPILOGUE
POSTSCRIPT
PRECIS
3610: THE OCCURRENCES is a collection of strange yet memorable events that I experienced as a young child, between the ages of approximately four (4) (1968) and seven (7) (1971), in the home in which I was born and raised. The events that happened during that period would be considered strange to many folks. I thought they were odd at the time, but after a bit of maturity and some relatively deep reflection, I believe that my family and I became unwilling participants in something that appeared to be mysteriously unreal and unbelievable. I now consider these occurrences as special, but they were often frightening and confusing to me at the time in which they happened. The events that I refer to can be classified as "paranormal" essentially the unexplainable. When something is unexplainable, it naturally gets categorized as the "boogeyman"; when science falls short of a reasonable explanation, it becomes a "phenomenon"; but only when reason doesn’t stand a chance, your heart opens, and then it becomes "fact." So, I have arrived at this moment with enough mustered-up courage to finally share with everyone these very otherworldly experiences. I find that I can do this now because the combination or trifecta related to time-passing maturity, accumulated knowledge, and lesson-learned wisdom all the qualities that evade us as children began its embrace. This arms me with the necessary comfort, confidence, and relief to actively ignore the judgment of those who don’t understand. I cannot judge. I know that these events personally happened to me, and they are as real as the ink on this paper. The events will be dismissed by many as bizarre, unbelievable, and the product of a mentally unstable adult embellishing upon a young child’s wild imagination. To others, the events will be intriguing, fascinating, and emotionally familiar. I submit to you that there appears to be a spiritual connection between the unknown or "paranormal" world and Man’s spirituality, purpose, and awareness. My exposure to these occurrences has made me, in later years, ponder my own spiritual existence and place in this world as well as the universe.
I will tell you only those things that I know from my experiences. This is nonfiction. There isn’t time to provide speculation, which in my opinion would be fictional. This is but a thin slice of my own history that I thought to be significant enough to share, with family and friends, before my memory begins to fail and my inability to share makes me look like a feebleminded old man. Time is ticking away, and the seriousness of losing this precious commodity is more real each day.
I am not concerned about being judged, as I have found comfort and a sense of peace in pushing myself to tell about these very personal experiences. It’s therapy for me. Again, this is a slice of my brief history and experience that I share with you.
These are my stories, and they are real. Enjoy and ponder the possibilities of life and the immense potential of reality.
INTRODUCTION
AFTER MANY YEARS, I have come to the decision to share stories behind some extremely strange occurrences and events that have resided in my conscious and subconscious each day of my life. This won’t be the first time I’ve shared these stories; it’s just that I was careful about verbally sharing them with friends and acquaintances, so as not to appear to sound like I’d lost my mind. So, they have been told in a piecemeal, protective manner, and not delivered in one comprehensive story.
It is the subconscious aspect of these stories the somewhat broken and dispersed pieces that have haunted me, and I have tried to tie together and resolve these fragmented stories for years on end. They just flash in and out of my memory at any given time, leaving me confused in my pursuit to bridge perceived reality with what’s "real." I feel baited and lured by flashbacks and emotions of experiences that appear to be elusive in coming together as tangible events.
I am guardedly excited that I have arrived at this point in my life where I finally believe what I am going to share with you are stories, anecdotes, thoughts, emotions, and beliefs that are both interesting and fascinating, but neither unique nor special. They are, however, very personal.
Personal in that I have sensed and had flashbacks to past events that were specific to me. However, I believe what occurred at 3610 may have also been experienced by each member of my family, which forfeits the labels of "unique" and "special." Although I cannot prove that they shared similar experiences, I can, however, reiterate that what occurred was not unique to just me. So, all things being the same, then it would follow suit that it happened to them as well. I don’t think that I was singled out as to possessing something special to make me an exclusive experiencer of these things. I am a member of the family that is now attempting to thread together my fractured memories and hopefully stitch them into some type of sane perspective that will touch upon and resonate with all of our experiences.
I often wonder if these past occurrences seeded my adolescent mind and soul to later awaken me to ponder future ideals and possibilities that are certainly outside of mainstream thoughts and expressions. It’s always a question for me as to what other factors, outside of family and environment, helped to shape me during those tender years.
My family structure is what I would categorize as a "Hybrid Extended Family Unit." My father and my siblings’ fathers for various reasons were not available to us, which modified the typically familiar nucleus. During the period of these occurrences, my mother, grandmother, and grandfather served as the base, and my sister and brother rounded out the family unit. I was the middle child of three (3). During that period of my young life, I had a very exceptional ability of entering and exiting a room without anyone noticing my presence. I will address this later.
We lived in a middle-class neighborhood of tidy row houses in the northeast section of town. My mother worked as a secretary for the federal government, my grandfather worked for the city as a sanitation engineer, and my grandmother was a homemaker. My siblings and I, within this period, were in various stages of schooling. Because of my grandmother, as kids we had the luxury of coming home to deliciously hot meals for lunch and dinner. It just warms my heart when I reflect on that time and experience. I can remember seeing my grandmother in her apron, in constant motion, doing things around the house like sweeping, cooking, dusting, ironing, and folding clothes. It was a pleasant break for her to watch soap operas while ironing and folding baskets of clothes. Later in life, I realized that she was the first person that I was visibly exposed to who demonstrated to me an incredible work ethic.
Later in my teenage years, I began to recall strange disjointed events and occurrences through obscure night and day dreams as well as bursts of flashbacks triggered by words or phrases or objects. When attempting to deeply ponder and assemble these fragments into something tangible and meaningful, I was often left with a voided feeling that was formed by the missing pieces of this large, complex, unresolved, and very strange jigsaw puzzle of memories. I often felt frustrated and hopeless in my attempts to capture and make sense of these thoughts. But, eventually, that all changed.
Before getting into the weirdness, I feel that it is important to present myself in a manner that assures you that I am not two (2) French fries short of a Happy Meal.
As I am sure many people with or without similar stories do, I often find it difficult to speak publicly or even privately about off-the-beaten-path subjects because I’m afraid of the negative reaction or alienation it may cause within the social circles and audiences to which I am attached. This audience includes the usual assembly of family, friends, coworkers, colleagues, and acquaintances. I am compelled to tell my story, but without the ridicule of being labeled "crazy."
As a child, I tried very hard to listen to my parents, follow the rules, draw straight lines as best as I could, and color within those lines with my Crayolas. For the most part, I tried to be a good student. I kept up my grades, obeyed my parents, chased the girls, played sports and music both of which remain passions of mine to this day and just generally tried to stay out of major trouble. I hung out with everyone (geeks, nerds, jocks, freaks, hoods the entir