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Sliders "Through The Wall"

Author: Mark Andrews    (all articles by this author)
Published on: May 17, 2002

The House That Isn't There. / My Neighbors In A Parallel Universe.

(a true account)

(c) 2002 Mark Andrews

Have you ever shared a wall and extended floor with neighbors in an apartment? If so, then you are very familiar with the muffled, echoing sounds and vibrations that come with the voices and movements of others in so close of quarters.

Parties aside, you'll generally get an acceptable level of sound and rumbles "through the wall" and across the flooring.

I have so often lived in such conditions that I'm practically oblivious to these types of neighborly intrusions. I've lived in the same mobile home (on the same lot) for 7 1/2 years.

There are a number of historical points about the park that I've always found compelling.

Our mobile home park is somewhat crowded and tightly enclosed by a freeway to the North (I-465); railroad tracks to the West - that were the path of the world's first electric commuter train line - (downtown Indianapolis to suburban Greenwood: 1901); a sub-division to the East, and a clearly defined ridge of land that separates the park from the neighborhood to the South.

We have a lake at the center of the grounds that was once the space for the largest public swimming pool in the US. (Longacre Park & Pool).

There's something about the area that seems very much "out of place" with the urban setting that encompasses it. Thriving communities of ducks, geese, and crane abound on the waters. The bank-side wild life includes raccoon, opossum, musk rat, and beaver. (Not to mention the ominous black snakes that slither across the shore and atop the rippling waves.); also turtle, crayfish, frogs, and other amphibian residents. And - would you believe - that there are even stories of mysterious, lurking lake and land denizens; unknown to modern zoology? Directly adjacent to my lot to the North is Lick Creek, which flows through our lake, and on to White River.

There is a great deal about the area that defies the urbanized region. And it would seem (as well) that there are reasons to believe that our understanding of the laws of physics and the Universe in which we reside are also challenged in Longacre Park.

With the help of my parents, I became a mobile home owner and Longacre resident in December of 1994. The young couple from whom we purchased the trailer were most agreeable to our purchasing bids. As a matter of fact, they appeared to be "anxious" to sell the home to us. They both kept that "wide eyed", smiling glaze of a used care salesman who hopes like heck that you'll sign on the dotted line so that they can get their cash and flee as far away as possible; as quickly as possible. And that's exactly what the young couple did, just as soon as we handed them the check.

They gathered their belongings and simply vanished (no forwarding address). "Kapoof!".....GONE!

And so I settled in quickly with the home and area / all very nice, cozy, and "homey".

On the lot next-door to the West sat a large grey & white mobile home. When I first arrived, it was occupied by two kind, elderly sisters. They were wonderful neighbors; always ready to help in times of need. One of the two was - for the most part - immobile. The other had to care for her in light of this fact.

There are some things in life that sneak into your personal reality so very, very, gingerly that you become finally (and consciously) aware of them only once you are well inside of their range.

But, you know, I guess I should have been a bit more curious as to just "how in the world" those two charming elderly ladies could generate such strong levels of "bumps" and "thuds"; crashes and pounding; heavy foot steps and "rumbling" voices; all through my West wall and along my floor.

This was what I lived with "24 / 7". I had come to accept it as just another part of the "reality-scape" of my new abode.

Not until much later did it occur to me that all of that "ruckus" was edging into my home - supposedly - from a structure that was 30 feet away (outer wall to outer wall); and assumed to have been produced from the life-styles of two gentle ladies in their mid '70's.

As the years went along, the two ladies eventually sold the home to a young couple with small children. For reasons that somehow "made sense" at the time, the presence of these new residents made the on-going jostles and voices much more reasonable to my left-brain's required dossier of "scientific" plausibility. In the 7 1/2 years that have passed since I've lived here, the home was bought and sold by two additional young couples (all with small children) and was finally - a few months ago - vacated and removed from the property. There has been no other mobile home in its place for the past month and a half.

That lot is vacant, as is the lot on the other side of my property. But the sounds of my very lively "next-door" neighbors continue (from time to time) to resonate into my space.

And, yes, I've even seen and briefly spoken with them.

Whoever they are, I would gather that they (in their reality) are generally much more aware than we of the existence of parallel worlds, and have managed somewhat of a technique for "sliding" through the barrier that (is SUPPOSE to) delineate their reality from ours.

I said, "suppose" to.

I have encountered three adults and two children from this co-spacial, parallel universe. It has not always been a comfy, "neighborly" relationship.

As part of my daily, metaphysical pattern of living, I have always included various crystals and "power" stones; meditations, and various transdimensional tools.

At some point, I inadvertently bore a sizable rift in the magnetic fence that keeps the two realities within their own realms. It was then that I was brought "face to face" with my rather disgruntled, co-habiting neighbors.

As is so often the case in inter-personal conflicts, tensions had escalated due to the fact that I simply wasn't "listening" or paying attention to their very patient requests to "turn down the juice"! The combinations of my own metaphysical practices (in alignment with the vibrational potency of the terrain around me) finally made it so that my parallel-neighbors saw no other option but to step through the rift and to make their request for known for a little psychic "peace and quiet".

("You are agitating the children")

That was about two years ago. From that time we have arranged a much more harmonious relationship. (Although their "kids" will sometimes sneak through the wall and play a little "tag" with me when I'm trying to go to sleep. "Kids will be kids!")

So,............. "What's up?" with all of this????

Since moving into this home, I have seen more "UFO's" in the skies directly above this property than in all of my previous 43 years. (and that's a BUNCH!)

I have been visited by human appearing extraterrestrials, and have seen very startling apparitions of Christ and the Virgin Mary in the sky to the South.

The Gaian magnetic grid "lay-lines" that enwrap our planet apparently make a major conjoining and crossroad through this space.

Do you recall that I earlier mentioned a "ridge" that defines our park's southern border? That ridge is known as the "Glacier Line". It was the southern-most stopping point of the massive North American Glacier that plowed and leveled its way south from the Arctic during the last Ice Age.

As this ocean of ice subdued and absorbed all that lay before it, it shoved minerals in advance that gradually became deposits of subterranean crystal. The land on which my trailer rests is a flowing (creek-side) crystal "power house" generator worthy of the techno-savvy of Imperial Atlantis.

The vast-ranging types of wild-life that can still survive and prosper on this land (surrounded by 21st Century city-scape) is testament to this fact.

I would venture to guess that the folks from whom I bought this trailer had become a bit "freaked out" by all of the trans-dimensional properties of the environment.

(It's not for the psychically "squeamish".)

But, after 7 1/2 years, I have to say that I've come to feel very much "at home" with the land and all of its bizarre idiosyncrasies.

My own Mohican heritage may be a factor in my ability to thrive here and be at peace.

Native Americans were drawn to this area in very large numbers. Their spiritual awareness and sensitivities gave them the insight to be able to abide along and "ascend" within the magnetic (pranic) energy wave grid-lines connected with the buried crystal deposits; much like the wild-life now in Longacre Park.

This was the land that the Delaware, Miami, and other nations would not concede to the settlers without a fight. This is the land over which they were finally willing to resist the invaders in a "last stand" conflagration. (The wars of Tecumseh.)

Why do you think the settlers called it: "INDIANa"????

Like I said, all is now reasonably peaceful between myself and my neighbors across the magnetic, dimensional fence.

Now, if I can just find a way to keep those "#$%^&" racoons from holding their nightly romping fiestas on my roof!

(But that's another story.)

Originally published in Project X Newsletter #74

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