This extra closeness obviously led to even more personality differences, but it also led to some interesting and unforeseen results that were quite
extraordinary.
These results seemed to have been precipitated in cases where Yumi had fallen asleep and had gone into a rapid eye movement (or REM) phase while I was still awake, usually reading one of my books.
The first time that one of these events happened, I was busily reading Aliens Among Us by Ruth Montgomery. This woman had "channeled" most of what was in the books, by sitting down at the typewriter, going into trance and letting her fingers do the walking.
I wasn’t sure if I could trust any "channeled" literature, (other than "We the Arcturians" by Dr. Milanovich,) but I gave this particular book a shot. The
bizarre conclusion that she reached in this book was that the "Walk-In"
phenomenon needed to be taken seriously.
She explained that a "Walk-In" was a person whose normal soul essence had essentially left the body, allowing a new, extraterrestrial soul essence to "take it over." This certainly bore similarity to the story that I had developed in my recent screenplay for Jude, entitled "Those Who Have Gone Before."
The people in Montgomery’s book described massive and sweeping personal changes in themselves, claiming that after their "Walk-In" experience, they were like a completely new person. I thought that the idea was interesting and might apply to me.
But, I thought, if something like this was true about me, then I most likely would have been that way ever since birth, not as a result of some sort of
"soul fragment exchange." I knew that the events after my sobriety were certainly amazing, but I could also see that the clues had persisted throughout my entire life.
There was nothing in Montgomery’s book about a person like this. More than a year later, I would learn that there was a name for this — it was called a
"Wanderer."
"God, I wonder if something like that could really be true," I thought to myself as I sat in my chair with the book, while Yumi slept.
Before I even had time to completely finish that thought, I noticed that Yumi was sitting up in bed! I hadn’t made a single noise that anyone could have heard in the room, and yet she was sitting up straight, turning her head
towards me and opening up her eyes. I couldn’t understand what the heck was going on, and was more than a little disturbed about the whole thing.
"(—-,) wa?" Yumi asked me. (I cannot remember what the original word that she said was, although I know what it means in English.)
Then, she seemed to notice what she was doing — that she was sitting up in my room talking to me. She looked around with a perplexed expression, then suddenly seemed to be influenced by an unseen force that caused her eyes to draw closed. She quickly fell back into bed, and then remained quiet.
I frantically scribbled out the sounds of what she had said to me. From my extremely limited understanding of Japanese, I knew that the word "wa" at the end of her statement meant, "Aren’t you?" So, it appeared that she had asked me some sort of a question.
I could hardly wait to ask her what it meant the next morning. I told her the word, and she excitedly revealed that it was indeed a true Japanese word. She didn’t know how to translate it into English, so she brought out her Japanese-English dictionary.
"The word is ‘shining,’" she told me.
"Oh my God!" I said. "So what you said was, "You’re shining, aren’t you?"
"Yes, that is correct," she responded. Neither one of us could
believe it.
I thought at the time that this was a definite synchronicity that could not be argued with. It appeared that in some higher level on the dream plane, Yumi could see me as I read my book, and there was an aura of light around me.
Perhaps this was a manifestation of the hidden psychic ability of Yumi’s that the old woman had referred to. The deeper implications, which I couldn’t really accept, were that these mysterious forces had answered my unspoken
question about whether I was like the people in Ruth Montgomery’s book, Aliens Among Us.
The "answer" seemed to be that I was indeed a "shining" being of Light — something like what I had just been reading about.
"TWO BULLETS"
I was reminded that this was not the first time that a "dream communication"
like this had happened. When I was in my junior year in college, I had been having difficulty with my original overweight roommate that I started the year with.
(I ended up moving out of his room into someone else’s, and then from there to the room I had for the rest of the year with my "roommate from hell," the guy who triggered my study of Buddhist and Hindu literature.)
My initial roommate had reminded me of myself in high school, before I ever lost 85 pounds through dieting and went from fat to thin. While I was home on vacation, again during the Thanksgiving break, I went to visit my friend Jude, and slept overnight.
While I lay there in my air-mattress bed on Jude’s floor, I started to go into a waking dream. In this dream, the roommate was a horribly menacing figure chasing after me. I had a gun in my belt, and knew that if I really wanted to, I could shoot the villain and stop the chase.
But, something inside of me wasn’t quite willing to cut off the character, which represented my older habit patterns of behavior that I was still struggling with.
So, I had to just keep on running, faster and faster.
At this same moment, I heard a stirring in the room. Again, this was a waking dream, so I was still somewhat conscious of my surroundings. Suddenly and without warning, Jude started to moan. And then, to my incredible surprise, he began speaking…
"Shoot him… Just shoot him… Two bullets…"
I was so shocked to hear that Jude was dreaming the same dream as I was that I was suddenly wide-awake, my heart slamming at my ribcage! I stared at the ceiling and dared not even breathe, as I waited to see if Jude would say anything else.
Time continued to tick past, and nothing more happened. Somehow, I was able to wait until the next morning before I told Jude what he had said. I was
so tired that night that all I could think of was sleep, and I knew full well that if I told Jude right then, in our enthusiasm we would have made it an all-nighter for sure.
Jude was quite surprised that I was able to keep it to myself and actually get back to bed afterwards, but this was definitely not the first time that
something strange like this had happened to me.
And now with Yumi, another example of the same thing had just happened. I wondered how my own consciousness was able to manipulate others’ minds while they were asleep.
It reminded me of those telepathic experiments that I conducted on my friend Eric, (not the same Eric as my friend in New Paltz,) all the way back in second grade, when I was reading Sherman’s book.
If we remember, at that time I told Eric to wake up at a certain time in the morning and think of gold, through telepathic suggestion. Eric indeed woke up in the middle of the night, felt a presence in the room and immediately
checked his gold watch to see what time it was. Not bad for a seven-year old psychic.