BriarRose
Senior Registered
I am going to post this experience under paranormal events, because I've never heard another like it. One autumn afternoon, I was standing at my kitchen window, making macaroni and cheese. So far quite prosaic, but bear with me! I had poured milk into a measuring cup, and glanced out the window. At this point I thought, "this is what a poet would call a "golden" afternoon." I noticed the lenghth of the shadows, the light on the leaves of the laurel trees on the slope in my yard, etc. Maybe I fell into what is called a "fugue" state. Suddenly, to the left of my line of sight, I saw what looked like a pair of little goat feet, attached to two, hairy, goat-like legs. The body was hidden by shrubbery, and I think, the angle of my viewing. The legs and feet were almost delicate, charming to see, and not at all frightening. I thought, "am I seeing what I think I'm seeing, or is this an hallucination?" I blinked, looked again, and he was gone. The image brought to mind was "the little lame balloon-man" in e.e. cummings, or the "Great God Pan" that Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote about. The weirdest part of this story is that the cup, and the milk, I was holding disappeared, never to be seen again. The only semi-rational explanation I've seen for this experience was Sylvia Browne's "seven levels of creation" idea. She thinks there might be occasional bleed-through between the levels. I suppose it could have been a Pookah, because the Irish say they are fond of milk! Anyway, I'm throwing this experience out there- make of it what you will!