I have always thought that the world was just a small part as to who we as men are. There has always been that mystery that drives us ever further to seek out the things we do not understand. We many of us have seen and experienced things in our life times. That we looked at as our own personnel secrets afraid to talk. Say anything to any one. Even our closest friends because we are afraid that they will think badly of that or us we are not grounded into the world that has been pulled over our eyes as real. In our way of thinking, we are grounded rooted to the beliefs of others and generations before us that we fail to see the world as its true living breathing self. Back in time before all the gadgets. All of the TV's lights modern evolution as to homes life. There were the storytellers the Visionaries. The people that every one. Would look to as healers. We the human race looked up at clear Sky's and starry nights and could see. The world as a moving part of our selves of our energy. As time has gone on these people have come to be fare and few between. They expected reality of the world. We wake to every day. We as a people look at the supernatural as a Saturday outing in a dark theater where all the action ends. When the lights come on the popcorn is gone and the thrills end at the door. We have made the facts fun and the truth just a book buried in a back dusty cult shop! It was one such cult shop that the truth did reside for many years. Thousands of old dusty bookshelves hide it and if not for my interest and long hours of poring through everything old that truth may have stayed hidden. It was one day out of any other day that I happen to decide to take the walk in a different direction. That I came across this strange out of the way place it was a blinking sign that simply read rear old books the cult shop. I at first was puzzled as to the location of this strange bookshop! It was not in any main street or on any side road that would even advertise such a place it was just a relatively deep stairwell that leads to a strange door that opened in to a strange what looked to be a small shop. I felt almost drawn to the place it was a feeling as if at that moment I was supposed to be there. It was as if. I had to be there and know where else in my life. If I had missed the shop or past it by. It would be as if I would just vanish into nothingness. I slowly walked down those steps thinking that I really did not need a book to read I slowly walked down those deep steps loosening to each footfall as if it was the sound of thunder. I felt nerved as to the point of sweat rolling off my forehead. What was a feeling that I had never felt before what was the need for such a must to enter the shop? As reached, out and touched the door handle to enter the shop I noted in my mind as to the shape of the handle it was that of a dragon’s tail. Copper and warm to the touch it was as if it was so familiar to me as if I had opened that strange door so many times before. Nevertheless, I had never been there. It was as if I knew! When the door opened, I would see a man behind the small book counter. With some pots and bottles of oil and jars of strange things behind him. The man would have strange glasses. A funny crooked smile. It was so clear to me that this man would know me but not recognize who I was for the image I used was different from the last. I had come to ware before. I did not understand or know why I had felt a strange feeling but it was the feeling of knowing all with out knowing anything it was the thrill of anticipation of entering the movie house expecting to be scared out of my mind but knowing it would end when the lights came on. I knew that as I opened the door a strange little bell would ring and the man would say could I help yea! What you looking for! I opened the door the bell rang and that voice came to me as I had expected! Can I help yaw what you are looking for! I said just out and about saw your sign thought I would check out what you got. the Guy smiled that old smile I had seen so many times before in dreams and in the faces of people that came in and out of my life he said well you will be needing the back books there's the answer you will be seeking . Can I get the name you going by now! I just looked at the person and asked do you know me? The man sat back lit a cigarette and said Cant say I do! The back room will have the type of books you are looking for. As I went back in to the room. I felt the sides of the books. Many were in old red and brown cowhide. They had gold righting on the side with years and names dates places. Each name felt familiar each name seamed as if I had heard it before. . The dates on the books felt as if a cold wind had blown through my entire soul! As I moved thought the bookshelves I saw books that looked as if the were hand written and some that were in print! I bumped in to one green bound book and it said the Dragon and the Phoenix on it. As it hit the floor it opened and there on the Page was a Drawing of me in some sort of Native dress black and white the date under it was 1756! I felt ill and ran out of the shop as I was leaving the man behind the desk shouted at me. It time 25 years from now! As I got out of the place, my mind raced and then I looked back and the entire place was gone and the steps now filled in with cement as if the place had never been. There was Know sign. I have dealt with time shifts before. However, why then! What was this vision about? I guess ill never know!
