Where the veil between worlds thins and wanes?
Quoting: Zoinkaeon One crisp fall night, I went for a walk through Baldwin Hills, California. The air was inviting and my legs felt like they needed a good stretching, so I set off into the wilderness. About 2/3 the way up the mount, I recall seeing a new path leading up to a section I had not visited before so I decided to take it.
As I continued to increase the pace of my stride in sheer excitement of my new discovery, I noticed an entity merge paths just a few steps ahead of mine that looked like a man (could have been a woman, the sun was just about to set) holding what appeared to be a jukebox playing some rap music.
Something about this being did not jive with me; the acoustical frequency of the sound coming from his music player was really bothering me at a visceral level. So within a few more paces, I did something unexpected. I began to harbor thoughts of
willing his presence away from mine. The stronger my thoughts became, the more I started to hear the vibrational frequency of his presence being shifted
downward into lower audio vibes, sounding something like what happens to a vinyl record when the stylus pin slows down on the platter.
No sooner did I take a left-hand turn towards the summit than did I experience the strangest phenomena of my life;
his entire existence warped into nothingness. He vanished into thin air and was gone from the scene of the encounter. Complete silence.
To this day, the only plausible explanation I can offer is that he teleported into a different dimension, some
when else in time.