a vision in black and white

This premonition I had while living in Montréal.

One evening while laying on my bed reading, I looked away from the book in my hands to just sort of absorb the chapter I had read and when I looked up towards the wall I saw, instead of the grey wall, an image of a brick building. Rather square and without detail. It was just the top story or so and at the corner and then above it the tops of some spruce trees and sky and cloud. Then there was a helicopter that come overhead and then below there was what appeared to be flashing lights and people running all amok. The people, like everything else I saw was literally in black and white. There was no colour to anything I saw; the bricks were grey not red, the trees were all shades of black and white, not greens, the sky not blue, but grey and the people as I said were either black or white. I could sense great turmoil and tension. And then all of the sudden I saw my bedroom wall again.

When I got home from work a couple of days later and sat watching the evening news, on came a report from my home in Nova Scotia. They were showing my High School! I was excited. Wow I thought my high school is on the evening news! How shocked and embarrassed was I when, once I began listing to the reporter it was about a race riot that had erupted between black and white students.

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Yes I'll admit that my vision was rather simple and to draw a correlation between the two (the vision and the actual event) are slim, trust me when I say that I'm a fairly literal person and so my vision in black and white literally, as well as the people in it was for whatever purpose and where ever the images came from, as direct and unencumbered as possible. The brick exterior is that of the school but simple was not recognized due to limited view of the building seen.

top hat, bottom floor

One weekend when my parents were away, I invited a group of friends over for a potluck dinner. (There were eight of us in total) I gave a little tour of the house to those that had never been over - about 5 of them. When I opened the door to the basement, at the base of the steps ( there are only 8 as we lived in a split level) there standing, and looking up at us was a man in a very distinctive suit (from the 1900's or so) and wearing a hat similar to a top hat. He was not a solid image, I cannot recall seeing complete legs and feet - he was only visible form the knees or so, up. And he was slightly transparent. He did not move, nor speak. We all saw him, this is for certain, because 2 of the girls shrieked and we all freaked just a little bit at the surprise of seeing a strange man standing there looking at us. Upon our reaction his image dissolved into thin air. We quickly all headed up to the living room had a drink and discussed what we had seen, everyone indicating the same image.

Those that had not initially been there and witnessed the apparition said they'd go down to take a look. I went along and when we looked down the bottom flight of stairs (it was still open from moments earlier) we saw nothing.

When we returned upstairs two of the others decided that that was enough and left. They never returned.

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A few months had passed and while I was not completely avoiding the basement, I was certainly not going out of my way to go there. One night I needed to go get some more firewood for the wood stove as I opened the door, there he was, for only a moment and then he disappeared.

I never saw him again after that but on occasion I felt his presence.

crystal clear

While I cannot recall the exact day this occurred, I do recall it being in August of 1987.

(Something you'll notice from this and a few posts before and after, a lot goes down for me in August. Not sure why really, the best I've ever come up with my self is that I was born on the 8th and August is the eighth month... ok I know that's grasping at straws, but then it's always been enough of an explanation, at least for myself. And ultimately it's not so much about the month as it is the event, in my eyes)

One evening as my Father was driving me and a friend (Tracy) home from the Mall where she and I both worked, I had the most vivid premonition. We were driving past Lake Bannook and even though I was looking out onto the lake and at the teams of paddlers from the Mic Mac Aquatic Club gliding across the rippling water, I no longer saw them but saw vision of a large crystal bowl falling and breaking into pieces. It was so (pardon the pun) crystal clear, that I actually commented on it, and in retrospect I'm glad that I did.

Two or three days later when I got home from work I walked into the dining room and there on the table was the bowl I had seen. Unbeknownst to me it was our family's own christening bowl. For years it had been stored up on top of the hutch in the dining room and because Dad was going to be moving the hutch to paint he was removing the contents. He too did not know it was there and so when the hutch was moved, it slid off the top and fell to the floor where it shattered.

I only wish I had known of the bowl and recognized it in the vision, had that been the case maybe it would still be in one piece today instead of the pieces it's in (again, on top of the hutch)