Late 1970s / Early 1980s
This happened sometime in the late 70s or early 80s. I must have been around 7 or 8 years old.
It was a typical summer — warm, calm, beautiful.
I remember the moment like it was yesterday. Even now, writing this, I can see it in front of me like I’m standing there again.
It was evening and it was getting dark
I was walking back to my grandparents’ house, along a short country road that went slightly uphill.
I was already close — maybe 200 meters from the house.
Then everything became quiet.
Too quiet.
And for some reason, I stopped.
I turned around — and that’s when I saw it.
Across the entire sky, stretching from horizon to horizon, was a massive glowing cross.
Yes — a monumental cross, covering the whole sky, shining with a soft golden light.
I didn’t understand what I was seeing.
How could I? I was just a kid, not even ten years old.
I froze.
Then I panicked — turned back around and ran as fast as I could to the house.
It wasn’t until years later that I understood what I had seen…
and what had really happened.
What I saw then may be part of a distortion typical of memory masking, but what I saw then were position lights… that gray ship must have been huge, those cross-shaped lights were huge.
In that brief moment — in the exact instant I turned to run —
80 years passed on Earth.
Eighty.
Just like that.
And I had no idea.
I was running home — thinking it was all the same.
But the world had changed.
I had changed.
When I came back — when I was really back, in a body now over 50 years old —
it was the sky that kept bothering me.
I didn’t think much of it at first…
but something about the sky here felt wrong.
It looks normal.
But it’s not the one I remember.
The sky I remember was higher.
The cloud ceiling was farther away.
The dome above felt massive.
This one feels low. Tighter.
It’s the kind of detail no one notices.
But I notice.
And I never stopped noticing.
I don’t remember much from that period.
Some things come back.
Places. Faces.
Times I can’t identify.
Sometimes they just appear — out of nowhere — and vanish again.
But I do remember her.
There was a woman who stood by my bed all night.
She was like a ghost.
She was a ghost.
Floating. Hovering in the air.
I saw her from the waist up.
She swayed gently from side to side.
She said nothing.
She didn’t touch anything.
She had a soft face.
Dark blonde hair.
And a faint, calm smile.
I was terrified — frozen in place —
but she did nothing to harm me.
She just stayed there.
And I don’t know — maybe she was always the same.
Or maybe not.
But she came back many times.
Throughout my life.
And I always felt like I was meant to protect her.
Like I was her personal guard.
A shield.
A shadow.
She showed up in missions, too.
More than once.
2 sierpnia, 2025
