I am 43 years old, and I've had a number of experiences but this one really stands out in my mind. While I was still in High School 1984 in Houston, Texas my girlfriend and I were taking a short cut across a wooded field that stood between an apartment complex and a city park. It was around 4pm and there was a clearing in the center of all these trees.
This wooded field wasn't 'dense' per say, you could see into the park or to the apartment parking lot through gaps in the trees and shrubs. The grass was just over ankle height in the clearing and the path we were following ran through it then back into the trees and to the road we were trying to get to.
As we crossed the clearing I 'felt' a resistance building in front of me, almost like the air was 'thicker' for a short space. I thought it kind of odd, but kept going, then I felt it again, this time however it was only across my left side. I turned to my girlfriend to ask if she was feeling what I was an I saw her standing at the edge of the clearing just kind of staring at the space.
I asked "What's wrong?" or something to that effect and she asked me if I could see the house. I had to admit that I couldn't see anything but the clearing and the trees and such. Her next statement has stuck with me all these years, "You can't see the wall you just walked through?"
I walked back towards her, once again feeling that odd change in air pressure, in the same spot as before, then standing beside her I tried to see what she was seeing... And I saw the empty clearing. Instead of fear I was curious, I walked forward with my right hand extended and as I began to feel the air pressure change she said, "You're touching the wall."
I'll cut this down; we spent from 4pm until it was getting dark "exploring" this phenomenon. As I walked I could feel the air pressure change... I could feel the shape of the windows, I felt the stairs push against my body as I walked forward, one about ankle height, take a step, one about 8 inches high, take a step, another 8 inches higher than the last, and my girlfriend saying, "Your at the staircase."
I could feel the tables, chairs... Bookcases and she was 'seeing' them. I still do not know what we experienced that day, but would welcome any ideas or feedback anyone has to offer.
My girlfriend became my wife... Then my ex-wife (Married after I joined the Navy and divorced 6 years later)
Respectfully,
Rook
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In the situation in which you're describing though, and more like the other one described (where a house was physically moved but its presence what still on the land) ... Hmm maybe the land was feeling 'house loss'. Well, that's not right, either, in this case.
I think of the indent left on our fingers when a ring, long worn, is removed. There is still the telltale mark that 'something' should be there.
Also now the whole idea of the plane of memory comes into my head (low astral, whatever people like to call it - though it's not actually LOW - just sort of a blend of past/present/future and other bits very close to the physical plane).
Or that idea of yah, taking into account the huge amounts of energy that can go into a swelling and permeate it - its not just going to permeate the material it is built out of, but also the space in which it exists - so, move the material, the energy stays. Wall energy, window energy, etc - poured into the mold it had, it stays as a 'residual' structure. So it could be memory, it could be just excess energy left behind, etc. Could be a lot of things. What it IS though, is neat. I'd like to find one myself one day.:)