On May, 4, 2012 I left my home to catch the 4:15 am train towards Brooklyn. I have been doing this same route almost 12 years this coming November 2012. I rode the 6 train down to Brooklyn Bridge. I sat on the first car by the doors of the train where people can change from car to car. The train ride itself was of no event.
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It was smooth, good, I prayed, chanted OM, listened to a meditation CD on my IPHONE, I ate a Zone Bar, and balanced my check book. The train arrived to Brooklyn Bridge stop. I got out and walked towards the plat form across and made a left to walk upwards towards the middle back of the pending on coming train 4 or 5 towards Atlantic Ave Station. Due to the fact the stairs to get out are towards the back at this time, then off to star bucks for a Cappuccino.
The sign said 4 train in 13 minutes. There was nothing unusual about anything. I seen some people still sitting on the 6 train and wondered why they did not get out, it was the last stop. Usually the conductor gets everyone off. But no conductor and people were just sitting. I lean up against a rail by the steps, and lean my back against the handrails, my right body leaned up against the steal larger bar from floor to ceiling. I observe a man across on the Up Town side of the tracks, homeless, older gentlemen, I think, "poor guy, all these years of mental Illness ( the field I work in) and still this man has no help. So, I see another man, checking me out.
I look at him, he is wearing shorts, carrying a large duffel bag. I look back again, and still all the passengers are sitting waiting for the same train-Down Town Brooklyn 4 or 5 train. I lean my head against the steel beam while I look, observe, and then closed my eyes and began to chant Om to the music. I hear the train coming, I look up number 4. All the people behind me get up and enter the train.
I feel relieved, its here on my way to work, coffee, get notes and paper work done. I get on the train, and I walk and find a seat. Then I am lost when I look up I see I am at the Astor train stop. I am confused, I become scared, I cant understand why, how, did I get on the 6 train up town to the Bronx. Conductor says "next stop 14 street Union Sq".
Now I say wait, "How did I cross over the other side of the tracks to catch the 6 train?" I am dazed, confused, frightened, I want to cry, but I cannot, I am like in shock, I am in Union Sq, 14 street, How did I get here, I cannot remember anything,I am confused, but at the same time I feel I have been dragged back and forth in time. I feel my mind, here and there."
I am supposed to be on the 4 train headed to Brooklyn, I got on it, I saw it, I waited 13 minutes. Now I am on Union sq, 14 street, and I keep saying what happened how did I get here, Tears welling, questions, I am light headed. I am confused, Train sign says 9 minutes before the 4 train to Brooklyn arrives. I wait I am confused I am frightened.
How did this happen, I am not sure, something happened to me, I am on one side of the tracks, then I am on the 4 train to Brooklyn but now I am headed to Union Sq. I called a MUFON person contact, she said I may need medical attention. I made an appointment with a Neurologist. I think I was taken. Things have been happening in the last several years and now this.