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PURPLE MOON (TWO WEEKS AFTER)

After another long day of adventures along the coast under the hot sun, we had retreated back into the attic room looking over the bay. The air was cool and crisp and the moonlight shimmered across the water. We closed the hatch to keep the warmth in, and the four of us were comfortably seated on the double bed and armchairs. We had had a lot of fun through the day, and it was nice to cool down and relax into the evening, the atmosphere was electric and there was a certain sense of peace. I was up on the bed, leaning up against the wall, reading a book while the others were also focused on their own thing. Occasionally someone would speak, but the communication was very minimal. The vibe in the room was so high, and by our stillness we were all quietly relaxing into another dimension. I couldn’t help but notice, something strange. As I was reading, the words on the page became slightly blurred. Then as they became clear again, the lines split three ways. The original was still where it was, but I could now see the same line duplicated just above it, and again just below it. It wasn’t just briefly like that, my vision stayed like this for a matter of minutes and I was unable to bring it back to normal. I didn’t feel much different, and I was very used to having visions or picking up on extra senses, the attic room being the same place where I saw an ANGEL IN THE ROOM just a few weeks previously. I continued trying to read, but the way I was seeing was too distracting. I looked up, and everything in the room seemed normal, if not maybe somewhat super-real. I began to feel a little uneasy because I couldn’t understand why I was seeing triple, and why it was vertically split, and not horizontal as it can be from psychedelics or alcohol. I had only smoked a little bit of cannabis, and this effect was not something I had noticed before. I decided to just kind of ignore it, though I couldn’t continue reading. I put the book down and got up to visit the bathroom. I figured I could just wash my face and hopefully I’ll be back to normal. As I walked across the room, I passed a doorway that was covered with a patterned piece of tied died material instead of a door…it really caught my eye because I hadn’t previously noticed the 3 huge alien faces with big eyes that were right there staring back at me. It seemed so real I really started to wonder how the artist had created the images, and how amazing it was that it wasn’t noticeable in the light of day, but became easily visible in the evening. I stopped for a minute and really looked in amazement. I visited the bathroom, and came back into the room, took up my place on the bed again and continued to read. It wasn’t until the next day when I complimented my friend on such a great alien design in the doorway that he remarked “what are you talking about”. I checked the doorway again and saw absolutely nothing that even slightly resembled an alien face. That’s when I realised it was the exact same face that Andy and I had seen exactly a month ago TWO WEEKS BEFORE the PURPLE MOON.

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