Have you ever seen someone on television, in a movie or even on the street, who is a total stranger to you but you feel like you know the person? This is not that uncommon of an experience.
What is uncommon though, is when you actually get to directly experience what this intense feeling appears to represent.
Ever since I was a very young child watching television, and I watched a lot of it, there was one particular actor who looked and sounded so familiar that every time I saw him on the little screen, a very strong sense of familiarity engulfed me.
The actor in question was Edward Andrews. A very tall, blue-eyed, distinguished looking character actor possessing a very unique and distinctive voice, who always appeared as a sinister, villainous character, multiple times in almost every major every major TV series from the 1950’s, 60’s and 70’s: Cheyenne, Rawhide, Bonanza, The Lawman, Gunsmoke, Twilight Zone, Alfred Hitchcock Presents, Thriller, Suspense Theater, Bewitched, I Dream of Jeannie, Hawaii 50, The FBI, etc.
The feeling that I knew Andrews never grew weaker or distant over time.
What did it all mean?
It took several decades for this feeling to be manifested into a tangible form that offered some degree of closure. That tangible form did not make itself viable until the early 1980’s when I received a call from Mrs. Edward Andrews.
Can you imagine my reaction when I received the call? It was more shocking than if I’d won the Publisher’s Clearinghouse multi-million dollar Sweepstakes!
Apparently the Andrews were experiencing some rather common poltergeist phenomena and they wanted me to come out to their house in Pacific Palisades to investigate it.
Upon arriving at their beautiful home on a bright sunny day I was about to be utterly amazed at what I was soon to encounter. While the case was not one worthy of further pursuit due to the very low frequency and magnitude of events, the face-to-face encounter with Edward Andrews certainly was.
Upon entering their home I was first greeted by Edward’s wife. As I walked into the spacious living room to meet Edward, I immediately noticed a puzzled look on his face at the top of his very tall frame. As I reached out to shake his hand, he looked at me asking “Do we know each other, you look really familiar?”
Back in those years I had occasionally been on TV discussing my work, but not at the level that would occur over the following decades. Therefore it was very unlikely that he would have seen me on some show talking about my work.
For the first and perhaps only time in my life I was utterly speechless, as I did not know how to respond to Edward’s question.
What was I supposed to say?
That I had a lifelong feeling that I knew him?
Had I done so I might have been shown the door immediately as both he and his wife would have assumed I was insane.
My response to Edward was that I just probably had a very common-looking face.
Then came the next shocker.
Their teenage daughter walked into the living room and was introduced to me. I do not recall her first name, but I do recall her nickname, TAFFY.
All right, this has gone on far enough, what in the hell’s going on here? Oddly, Edward and his wife didn’t seem even mildly perplexed by any of this. But why should they have, as I was the one who spent most of his life with this bizarre memory of things to come?
The sensation I had at that point was that I was literally in a Twilight Zone episode expecting to hear Rod Serling’s voice boom forth at any second.
I do not even know how to classify this experience, paranormally speaking. Would it be precognition? Synchronicity?
There seems to be a qualitative uniqueness here that defies reason and logic. While I’ve experienced many instances of precognition throughout my life, not one of them even approached the level of high strangeness I assign to this event.
Another similar, but not identical, experience occurred in 1976.
I was having a recurring dream about a particular actress whom I found absolutely beautiful, Joan Collins. Her image was my exact physical stereotype of what I perceive as absolute feminine beauty.
In my dream I was always talking to Joan, except that she was my age. During the dream, this very young Joan kept calling out the name of Barry but she’s wasn’t referring to me. Very odd indeed. This dream continued on for several months, but not every night. It got to the point where I told many of my friends and colleagues about it. Needless to say, they were all pretty tired hearing about Joan over and over again. But that was all about to end very soon.
During that same period we were called out to investigate a poltergeist case in Encino within the San Fernando Valley. When the front door was opened to greet us, my colleague and I were stunned by what we gazed upon before us.
Standing there was a very young clone of Joan Collins. I was amazed, as the resemblance was truly uncanny. But the best was yet to come.
When this lady, whose name is of no consequence, took us in to meet her husband in the living room, the next fascinating piece of the puzzle was revealed to us. This woman’s husband’s name was Barry. What are the odds?
My colleague never again questioned the validity of my precognitive dreams after this event.
Another unexpected event in the midst of all this was when the young lady in question here wanted to have an affair with me. As tempting as this offer was given her beauty, I will never do to another what I would not want done to me, so I refused her advances. My rebuking her had almost no effect whatsoever, so I threatened to tell her husband about her behavior and she finally left me alone.
Most of my friends of and colleagues thought that I was nuts for turning this woman down, given her beauty. Had I been foolish enough to get romantically involved with her, it would have been like cheating on myself in a weird way.
In the end, why would I want to hurt her husband and family?
Okay, this is getting just a little ridiculous, wouldn’t you say? What sense are we to make out of such experiences?
What if memory works in both directions? Not only for events you’ve already experienced, but for events you will eventually encounter? There is evidence strongly suggesting that such is true.
The theoretical explanations for the events described herein as well as many others are discussed in detail within my book Aliens Above, Ghosts Below: Explorations of the Unknown.
3 replies on “A Memory Of Things To Come?”
Very compelling anecdotes. I’ve often wondered if precognitive dreams are in fact viewing future events, or the same as any other dream. That is to say, we are simply interpreting something that has already “happened”, albeit not *yet* as we would like to think in our linear waking life.
Even precognitive dreams still often have some semblance of abstract and symbolic imagery to them, as if we are processing and reviewing something that has happened to us before. Your book definitely got me thinking about that, along with time and it’s theorized holographic structure. Which makes very good sense for many reasons. Also how consciousness is tied into everything, maybe intrinsically?
All of these informational access methods are but a common system that is both space-like and time-like, in that our conscious mind fights to interpret what data it receives and often injects primary process material when such knowledge frightens or conflicts with normalcy. Bottom line with all of this, is that space and time are illusory, but to us trapped in a carbon-based container experiencing entropy and atrophy, they seem all too real. Thanks for the feedback on my book.
Edward Andrews was in my favorite Twilight episode, “Third from the Sun.” He was great. The scene when he drops into Sturka’s house during the card game is so rife with tension and suspense, it’s almost unbearable! “Oh, I bet you’re a good gambler, aren’t you, Sturka? I bet you’d gamble on just about anything?” Andrews was so duplicitous and wonderful in that role. I’ve seen that episode probably 10+ times, and Edward Andrews is a big part of why it’s so great.