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particular time (1991-92) being aware that something strange had taken place and left its mark on me. I seem to remember dismissing it as another of those dreams where, upon waking, I was left with its evidence. I only had recall of the dream through the sensation of pain, as though I had been on a rigorous hiking trip. There were blisters on my feet and sores all over my hands where I remember having clambered over rocks for something. Even though I insisted this was only a dream, my wounds seemed to hurt more when I recalled the moments that caused them I remember looking up the word psychosomatic and going to libraries to find out what the effects of this condition were. I had been hoping to find something on dreams and whether they could actually leave their mark the same way that physical complaints are said to be caused simply through a frame of mind. I found nothing that would explain my mystery and it was unnerving how I didn’t even consider UFOlogy or the paranormal given that it was a subject of interest. Iremembered going away thinking my problems might have been psychosomatic and that these sensations could have been caused by thought, although it was funny how the supernatural never even entered the equation. All of these new memories pointed to so many strange occurrences throughout my life and I was beginning to see patterns and references. The newly recalled “batch of scenes” took place around a time of my life that was psychologically cloaked, causing me to accept things like they were supposed to happen. The scenes would explain that strange addition to my theatrical interest at the time, “pathos”, and why it held such mysticism. As I sat and carefully pondered over these times so many lifelong fixations returned offering an explanation. That cartoon I once saw as a child of the Charles Dickens play A Christmas Carol where shrouded beings led Scrooge on an abstract journey, one which included the future, started to make sense. Thonestly felt I was being shown the future with a pathos mime leading me there. There is something about abstract journeys and their silent (telepathic?) guides and so many other things I describe that tell a hazy but quite legitimate story. For most of my life I had been on journeys and experiences that perhaps only folklore could explain. The journeys themselves are quite typical of something already known by the descendents of ancient tribes who try to carry on their traditions and folklore. The Shamans or tribal medicine men of northern Asia, who claim to be able to control spirits good and evil, are said to go on such a journey to find a cure for the sick and dying. The journey experienced has often been dismissed as the delirium of those in a sick state which we all suffer at times, 137