Playback of scene in history
Viewer to a scene
I had an experience that I cannot explain to this day. It took place three years ago.
I was relaxed, in meditation. Suddenly I was somewhere else, a viewer present at a scene being played out in front of me. I was there in the same room at the edge by the perimeter wall. It was in an underground room. I could see the round hatchway opening with steel treads leading up to it, the hatch was open. There was two women present both in clothing from Victorian times, they were English speaking and the one who I heard sounded like she had a London/cockney accent. They were unaware of my presence as I imagine it was a replay of a past event in history.
They stood together afraid. One of them was a strong character and the other was more timid by nature. It was clear that they were frightened of somebody, very frightened. The stronger character started to talk, trying to encourage the other one to leave with her.
"C'mon, lets get out of here!"
"I'm not hanging around!"
"C'mon, come with me!"
She made her way to the steel treads but her friend didn't move, she remained where she was weeping quietly. Too afraid to leave yet terrified to stay. She stayed. The other lady climbed the treads up to the open hatchway and as she got to the top turned to straighten herself and I got a detailed view of the black lace up booties she was wearing. (No idea of significance of that)
That was the scene over. I don't know how they came to be in that room, whether they were put there by someone or hid their themselves. I do know that their lives were in danger. The twist on this experience is that I had written about it in my journal and had mentioned it to my father. It was then put out of my mind until one day my father asked me to recall what I had told him.
I repeated the experience to him and he told me the reason he was asking about it. Which was my mother had experienced a dream and she had told him about it. It was exactly the same as what I viewed; the scene, the women, how they were dressed, what took place, everything! So I spoke to my mother about it and grabbed my journal to tell her the details and the date it took place for me. I was amazed to discover that she had the dream of it at the same time I had viewed the scene!
Clearly there was something going on for us both to experience the same scene. I only had phone contact with my parents as they live in France and I live in the UK. For some reason we were both shown this scene for a reason. Unfortunately I have never figured out what the reason was. It remains a mystery to this day...