We lived in a small house in San Antonio, my parents, my little sister who was still a baby and I, a 6-year-old boy. My room had a small window, which faced the ballast alley through which you walked to reach the various houses in the neighborhood, it was rectangular and I think its edges were blue, I do not remember clearly. In my room there was an old wooden wardrobe and my bed was parallel to the window.
The alley had a slight slope that was pronounced as it entered until it reached a small hill where the last houses were – typical ups and downs of this city. The alley was surrounded by red poppies of those that hummingbirds suck, and well, as a child I also loved the sugary taste of those flowers too. Every day, in summer or winter these birds came to suck the sugary nectar of red poppies. I remember it so magical, although I had several accidents there that left me a couple of physical scars and one from another psychic.
That night was dark, it was already late and everyone slept. It was then that for the first time – at least the first thing I remember – my spiritual ears opened and I heard horses galloping down the alley as if they were pulling a cart, so while listening to those horses walking towards my house, towards my window I saw inside, With my third eye maybe, the shape of its wide legs with black but very clean hooves, brown and white fur on its edges. I remember the sound of its passage when it hit the ballast stones; I felt fear for the first time from the point of view of reason, and yet I faced fear out of curiosity. Curiosity is a constant in my story, always asking, always wanting to know more.
I got out of bed, the passage of the horses sounded closer, faster and faster, I climbed on a ledge to peek out the window, it sounded ever closer, getting louder, and when I finally managed to reach to look through the window, by magic the sound disappeared, the horses disappeared, the fear disappeared and the expectation was nowhere. Where are the horses? Why did they leave? Stunned, I came down from the ledge disappointed at not seeing the horses. But, with a question, a greater curiosity to know what had been that experience in which I saw and heard, but I did not see nor did I listen.
The years passed and the rare experiences intensified, some were horrible others however, they were beautiful. We moved and by that time we lived in San Blas, in the old house that grandfather bought. At that time the house was about 30 or 50 years old, that was where I spent most of my childhood and adolescence. The school was close, I had become a very introverted, quiet, reserved and very shy child; fearfully.
The school was not very large, but the population of children was. It had a central building with an activity room in the center and all the classrooms connected to it. Behind was an orchard with many edible plants, and with soccer and basketball courts. I remember once I was playing with other boys in the garden and out of nowhere I heard my name called as if it were just a sound, I turned around and there was nothing, no one. Possibly it happened several times, because after a while I was very afraid to enter the garden, and even walk near its entrance. Fear began to become another constant in my story.
Meanwhile, even more strange things were happening in the old house. The house had been built on the bank of a river in a small cliff, so it had wooden tiles supporting the structure and there was a path that went down to the river bank. From below the house could be seen in fruit trees and shrubs. There was a towering apple tree where I liked to climb, it was a magical place, the sound of water, the green of plants, the scent of flowers, earth, wind, water. Many years later I understood why I felt so good in the midst of all that landscape. However, in the middle of that beautiful place, strange things began to happen.
I will continue the story on my next post, but if something similar happened to you I’d loved to read your story too, leave a comment!
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