Forum Members,
Id like your input, on a reoccurring experience that I've had, four different times in my life.
I've never known where to report this information.
In addition, I don't know if any of it, has any real informational value.
I could relate it, in voluminous detail.
But, in the interest of brevity, I'll try to give you a thumbnail version.
The first time I experienced it, was in 1962, when I was eleven. I grew up in a suburb of Cleveland, Ohio.
I had my own room. Something woke me up, in the middle of the night. The light was faint in the room, coming from a night light in the hall.
The room was humming. It was like there was a small electric charge, in the air.
I sat up in bed and looked around, trying to discover what had awakened me.
In the dim light, I saw on the wall, next to my bed, something that appeared to be a design, about the size of a sheet of letter paper.
It was series of irregular, rectangular lines of black and white spaces.
Somewhat like a checkerboard pattern.
I reached my left hand out, to feel it on the wall, but it had no depth or texture.
I even closed my eyes, and opened them again, to verify it was really there.
It was...
Being a little kid, I became frightened, I leapt of my the bed and turned on the overhead light.
I looked back at the wall.
The pattern was gone.
I was not sure then, or even now, if that experience was real.
I don't normally remember dreams.
But, I've never forgotten the experience.
The next time it happened, was fifteen years later, in 1977.
After graduating college and working in Philadelphia for several years.
I returned to my hometown, Berea, Ohio.
Over the years, I had developed a passion for long distance running. The area around Berea was perfect, lots of hills and valleys.
I was so passionate about it. I would run in any type of weather. Rain, snow, hale etc.
One day, with about six inches of snow on the ground. I decided to run around the perimeter of the town.
I had three different routes I would take, depending on the distance I wanted to run.
It was quite cold that day.
After about thirty minutes, I decided to head back home.
I was running on residential streets, that had been snow plowed.
I turned left at a corner and began to run on a sidewalk, near the center of town.
The corner business, a Tack shop, had shoveled the sidewalk, in front of their store.
But, the very next section, was in front of an apartment house. It hadn't been shoveled.
In fact, there was six to twelve inches of un-disturbed snow on the sidewalk.
There was one set of foot prints in the snow. It was deep enough that I decided to try to
synchronize my steps, to fall into each of the holes, as I ran.
I was focused on that task, when something in the snow, to the left, caught my attention.
It was the pattern again...
This time, it was much bigger.Approximately 8 ft. wide and 12 ft. tall.
It was obviously made from someone packing it down with their boots.
I immediately stopped and stared at the pattern.
I was stunned. I instantly made the connection to the experience, 15 years before.
I just stood there, looking at it. I didn't know what to make of it.
It was as if, it was something I was supposed understand.
But I didn't.
The pattern was about six feet away from the sidewalk.
There were no steps around the pattern. I found that strange, because it was made by someone stepping in the snow.
It really shook me.
After a while, I decided to continue running home.
When I got there, I couldn't stop thinking about what Id just seen.
I took a shower, my mind raced to try to make sense of it.
Was it some kind of test? Was I suppose to know what the pattern meant?
I decide to get in my car and drive back, to see it again.
I had to park around the corner, from it's location.
I retraced the same steps in the snow, then looked over to where I had seen the pattern.
It was gone...
Now, it was just a big rectangle in the snow.
Someone, had destroyed the pattern, by using their feet to obliterated it.
But still, there were no steps, leading to the area.
I stood there, again, in complete disbelief.
I was already struggling with seeing the pattern again.
Now, adding to that, it had been destroyed, less than an hour later.
I didn't have the presence of mind to record any of the evidence of what I had seen.
Over the next few years, I thought about it occasionally.
But, never really investigated what significance it might have.
In 1984, I was living in Los Angeles.
I took a date to an Art Fair, at an arboretum, near Torrance.
We strolled around the grounds, eventually sitting down on a bench, next a duck pond.
I was talking to my date and casually looking around.
My eye caught a fair sized boulder, half in the ground, at the edge of the pond.
Etched into the top surface was, the pattern again...
I quickly stood up and walked over it.
It was the same size as the first time I saw it.
It had been carved into the stone, about a half inch in depth.
I had startled the girl I was with, she asked me what was wrong.
I just said, "Ohhhh, Nothing..."
The last time I saw it was, on my Honeymoon, In 1986, to the island of Maui, In Hawaii.
I had the window seat, on the right side of the airplane.
As we approached the island, the pilot announced we were a few minutes from landing.
I looked out the window and I could see the island starting to come into sight.
I had never been there before, so I was excited to see it for the first time.
The plane was on final approach.
We banked to the right, now over the island. The ground came into view.
I looked down and saw the pattern again, in a remote field.
This time is was huge, probable an acre or more.
It was cut, in the middle, of a large area.
It reminded me of a crop circle. ( I didn't know that, at the time)
I didn't get a long look at it, but it was definitely the same pattern.
I haven't observed it, to date, again.
I have many questions about what this phenomenon could be.
Has this been reported by others? or should I chalk it up to a series of unrelated, but extraordinary, coincidences.
Please Let me know, if anyone has come across this before.

could you provide a drawing of the pattern?

That would help if you could, What is strange to me is you have seen it four times in different places? I would like to see a drawing to, it does not matter if it's perfect, Just a good idea of what you seen would help.

so what happened to this guy?

aw man... he's gone...

this was really interesting to.

EDIT

you think he found out what the pattern meant?

It could mean anything, but it seemed that it happened at different developmental stages, childhood, adolescence, A date with a girl, and Finally His Honeymoon.
Different times, different places, each as important as the last.

Lets keep his topic going, even though he fled the scene. I think when he dies, and only then will he receive the final revelation.

The first part of his story made me think of my own child hood . I was born in 1954 and lived on the family farm. My Grand father and family lived up stairs , mine down stairs. Anyway my Grand parents had these really old floor lamps that had a small chamber under the large light bulb with a 7 1/2 watt light bulb. That was the night light and it had a metal design of like woven metal that cast figures on the walls. Very pretty. They don't make them like that any more.

I hope triff 3 returns for a chat.