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"ANA & ME" [A Story of True Love ~ from One Vibration to Another] by byron lebeau
It 'sprinkled' the day she first manifested herself. The rain was a 'drizzle' ~ like the drizzling in my heart....It was the first time I was alone ~ TRULY ALONE!
The winter of my life had just passed. 'Twas the SPRING OF '93! Would it be a new beginning? As the poets have said in so many ways: HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL! I hoped so....
I approached my lonely apartment. The car window suddenly went down!!! My blood pressure suddenly shot up!! TWO MINUTES WENT BY. I was at my apartment. The car window suddenly went down ~ AGAIN!!! Something was in my car....
I ran into the empty apartment. As I looked out the window through the drizzling rain, the car was "still!" My heart was jumping. WAS I TRULY ALONE?
Spring turned to summer. It was June of 1993. While in my rather small dining room preparing for my first UFO lecture - ever, the light above me 'flickered!' No other light flickered; the kitchen light was "still" ~ so was the little lamp. Looking up, I defiantly dared it to flicker again. NOTHING HAPPENED. I narrowed my eyes at the light for ten full seconds. STILL NOTHING HAPPENED. I gazed back at my notes: THE LIGHT 'FLICKERED' AGAIN!!!
The seasons changed. FALL fell to CHRISTMAS ~ my first Christmas alone. CHRISTMAS DAY ~ a day that ALWAYS brought fond memories was now a silent moment....I arose....Marching past my modest tree sitting atop my dining room table ~ the place of the "flickering light" ~ were my four presents for my four boys ~ now living elsewhere. Between the presents I [nestled] my bowl of pens ~ secure in its own ashtray 'home'.
As I staggered past the tree, I spied the bowl of pens. It BOWED to me ~ NO! ~ It bowed to me "IN SLOW MOTION!" The pens remained ~ "secure" in their abode.
Was it 'too' early yet? I WAS AWAKE! I know what I saw. I showered....After thinking things through with a cup of newly brewed coffee ~ coffee to think with ~ I devised an experiment: Gently, I put the bowl(a harmless sugar bowl) on the lip of the heretofore secure ashtray....Tipping it, I noticed that the pens mostly spilled out when it fell over. It did not matter how many times I performed this exercise ~ THE RESULT WAS THE SAME!
THIS NOW WAS GETTING VERY MYSTERIOUS. I was no longer nervous ~ but rather down right curious ~ even intrigued! Was 'someone' or 'something' trying to communicate with me? The question haunted me....
By 1994, a slew of weird things cascaded before my eyeballs:FANS & TV'S went on by themselves; STATUES & CANS were suddenly found "on their sides!" [I DIDN'T DO IT!] Even a SIGN that I had "secured" on the wall at night ~ had mysteriously made its way to the hard wooden floor in the morning without my hearing one noise! [Do you have any idea how heavy this sign was ~ and how hard the floor was??? It should have awakened the dead!!!] Oh, and the picture items that had "secured" the hardened piece of lumber that I just so happened to be using for a WELCOME SIGN ~ were left unmolested ~ and "SECURE" - THEMSELVES!
I should have been INSECURE ~ especially after the "TAPPING" incident ~ AT NIGHT ~ while I was ALL ALONE! [It was 2:45] SUDDENLY I WAS AWAKENED! I WAS NOT ALONE!
IT WAS A GENTLE TAPPING ~ LIKE THE TAP-TAP-TAPPING of a bird at the door....TWO MINUTES LATER IT TAPPED AGAIN....I was all ears! There was no one there....I listened but in vain....I wondered myself to sleep....IT WAS NOW MORNING!!!
In the light I remembered the "sound" and gently placed my pinky under the brass knob of the wooden bureau: IT MADE THE SAME SWEET BIRD-LIKE "TAP" ~ like the TAP-TAP-TAPPING at my door! SO GENTLE ~ SO SWEET ~ I NO LONGER WAS AFRAID OF ANYTHING!!!
By the summer of '95, I was convinced that there was a FEMALE PRESENCE right here ~ in my apartment ~ keeping me company....Three months before after the welcome sign "crashed" to the floor without anybody hearing it, a friend of mine visited me the very next day. Naturally I told him the whole bizarre tale of the goings on from the Spring of '93 to the present. He looked at my sign which read: "WELCOME to my humble HOME"....He simply said, "You insulted HER!" I said, "EXCUSE ME?!?"
After due reflection upon his words, however, I mused that if there were a 'female spirit' in my apartment who liked to make windows & bowls 'BOW' as well as 'TAP' her presence at "...a quarter to three ~ with no one in the 'room' except you & me..." then this might be ~ not only a female presence ~~but a very loving & charming female presence. [WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT?!?]
ANYWAY ~ I looked my friend straight in the eye and said, "It's time to change something!" With that, I took my magic marker & refashioned the sign to read, "WELCOME to 'OUR' humble HOME" which became the ending of a poem I wrote about my "sweetheart" some months later ~ AFTER THE "LIGHT" incident....
ENTER ~ "THE MISSING LINK": It was still the summer of '95, & although I was certain that this lovely 'spirt' was feminine, I didn't even know her name. That all changed ~ ABRUPTLY! I was in the process of giving a series of UFO lectures to a small group of 'EXPERIENCERS' ~ those who somehow seemed to have 'brushed shoulders' with the "OTHER SIDE" via a UFO or ALIEN BEING FROM ELSEWHERE encounter ~ and were HUNGRY for more information on either or both!!! One attendee was a Janet Russell. I never laid eyes on her before....She stared at me the whole night!
After I had finished the informal chit~chat, Janet approached me with her "scoop-marked" right arm. She was EXTREMELY interested in the 'abduction-implant' part of my lecture which lasted the better part of the latter portion of the talk. After taking one look at her arm, I intuitively knew that she was as "alien abductee" but realizing that the only way she would be able to convince herself of this & also find out more about this enigma which she had apparently 'KNEW NOTHING OF', I recommended that she make an appointment with a female doctor of psychology to see if she could get to the bottom root of her "experience"....SHE DID & SHE TURNED OUT TO BE AN "ALIEN ABDUCTEE" WITH "MISSING TIME" from a 1962 abduction while she was on her way to see her gynocologist ~ pregnant with her 4th child.
It was this psychic lady that I subsequently invited to my apartment...and she told me the most informative story of my 'spirit lover'....She actually was able to identify the 'spirit' as ~ one ~ "ANASTASIA" who was described by Janet as both young & beautiful ~ but unfortunately living in 'another' vibration. "ANA" was both cultured & refined, but had a sense of humor ~ and enjoyed "playing tricks" ~ ON ME!!! [This presumably accounted for the number of bizarre occurrences ~ including statues being found 'on their side' ~~ for MY benefit.] It's funny ~ but ~ I actually had suspected intuitively that this 'statue on its side' business WAS INDEED a form of "calling card" from the "BEYOND" even before Ms. Russell had indicated it to me.
Janet also saw a pictue of "ANA" that was actually sketched by another lady ~ one, Mary ~ who herself had "seen" ANASTASIA in this same apartment previously. (Apparently the only person who couldn't 'see her' was poor little old me!!!) Anyway, Janet agreed that the picture was a true representation of what "ANA" looked like ~ right down to the crystal blue eyes!!!
ENTER THE 'LIGHT' INCIDENT: So by November of 1995 ~ at 10:30 in the morning of the 17th of the month, something happened: I marched into my kitchen & flicked off the light...then took three steps back to my bedroom. All of a sudden ~ THE LIGHT "FLICKED" BACK ON!!! I HEARD IT...I SAW IT...I SAID, "THAT DOES IT!" and within the next thirty minutes, composed a poem that simply "gushed" out of me, based on the last two & a half years of paranormal events happening in & around my apartment....The poem became published, and was entitled: "ANASTASIA:My Little Poltergeist." (But this was before I was fully aware of who ANASTASIA really WAS!!!)
One night [FAT TUESDAY] ~ the day before the Lental season was to start in 1996, I was sitting with Ms. Russell at her residence. All of a sudden ~ out of 'the blue' ~ she tells me that "ANA" was going to give me a present ~ either lylacs or roses ` she wasn't sure which ~ and that this event was going to happen on a Friday. I didn't know what to make of this ~ I guess because I was distracted: You see, Janet had just informed me previous to the above, that "ANA" & I were to have gotten married two lifetimes' ago but unfortunately FATE intervened ~ and stole away my bride to be IN DEATH. {JANET NEVER TOLD ME HOW THE TRAGEDY HAPPENED ~ AND I NEVER REALLY WANTED TO KNOW.} ANASTASIA, incidentally, means OF THE RESURRECTION!
That Friday after Fat Tuesday ~ nothing happened, so I forgot Janet's prediction. Ten days after FAT TUESDAY, I was coming home to my apartment after working twelve grueling hours behind the wheel of an uncomfortable car ~ ready to just relax. I opened the front door of my apartment and was met with the most beautiful aroma OF ROSES!!! I could not believe it. I HAD NO FLOWERS IN MY APARTMENT. I went to both an incence stick & an apple to check my senses. I could distinguish aromas.
I called Janet to tell her the news. It was only then I remembered...IT WAS A FRIDAY!!!!!
There is no real ending to this story....MAYBE IT IS A 'NEVER ENDING STORY' just like what happens to countless other souls whose hearts are beating "each to each." All I know is that "TRUE LOVE CONQUERS!" There is no question about this in my mind ~ none whatsoever!!!
All I know is that ANASTASIA has followed me through Ohio & now here in New Jersey. I do not know how or why ~ I JUST KNOW THAT IT HAS HAPPENED!!! I also know that Janet Russell has shown me to be "THE REAL McCoy" ~ and if she is the real thing ~ then "ANASTASIA" also is "THE REAL McCOY" too!
As a poet ~ I feel in my heart that "ANA & ME" will be together again. I KNOW IT! I KNOW IT BECAUSE 'TRUE LOVE ALWAYS CONQUERS EVEN FROM ONE VIBRATION TO ANOTHER!' As another famous poet had penned in these immortal words:
"...though age or faith or creed
may keep us now apart...
one travels the hill, the other, the lake
I claim you still for my own love's sake ~
delayed 'though it may be for more lives yet ~
much is to learn, much to forget
e're the time will come for taking you ~
but the time will come...oh yes!
the time will come
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