Today’s blog is not goddess related but about a strange experience I had on a crowded train between Bristol and Weymouth last month. Me and Therese had just flew back from a holiday in Languedoc near to the Pyrenees in south east France. It had been a long day, travelling from Fabrezan south of Carcassonne to Toulouse airport arriving at Bristol late afternoon. We managed to get a seat at the front of the carriage and began to relax for the three hour journey home and do a bit of people watching. I noticed a man standing opposite near to the carriage door who I thought looked like a younger and more handsome version of me, grey hair and beard, denims, walking boots and rucksack. When he looked up he smiled and we nodded in acknowledgement. Then to my surprise his eyes lit up! The whites of his eyes glowed a brilliant inner white light while his face remained in shadow. The glow only lasted for a brief moment but it pierced my mind to the depth of my soul causing me to look away and gaze out of the window as if nothing had happened. I watched the countryside speed past, the sinking sun hovering above the hill top and glistening off the River Avon.

Was what I saw real I asked myself or was it a trick of the light? The sunlight flickered across the carriage and I wondered if it was this that reflected in the man’s eyes. I looked towards the man again to find him smiling at me and his hands in prayer. Then he moved his hands into the shape of wings and other signs which again unnerved me causing me to look away again. What was going on?  No one else seemed to notice what this man was doing and I was sure his actions were aimed at me and me alone. I was positive his radiant eyes were not caused by the reflection of the sun which sent a yellow glow around the train and was convinced what I saw was real.

At the next station more people got on forcing the man to disappear from my view allowing me to relax a little and think. Should I tell Therese what I witnessed? I was worried that she would have no reservations and would have gone up to the man and engage him in deep conversation when all I wanted to do was get home. I decided I would wait until the man got off the train before I told her.

My experience of glowing eyes came from the Stargate series where the Goa’uld would light up their eyes to show it was the symbiotic alien in control over the host humanoid body. I became convinced this man was an alien; but then remembered the Goa’uld eyes glowed yellow when they communicated. Then I recalled the TV series Merlin with Colin Morgan whose eyes would glow when he performed magic. Maybe this man was a wizard? But then I remembered it was Merlin’s iris’s that glowed, and they glowed yellow like the Goa’uld.

As we got closer to Weymouth the passengers thinned out allowing the man to find a seat some rows behind us putting his rucksack in a luggage rack across from us before sitting down. All the time I was playing out in my mind what I witnessed and became convinced that it was real; I saw what I saw.

I had a feeling that this man was going to Weymouth and had something to do with the many homeless people in the town and was certain that he was here to help them in some way. I decided that when we arrived in Weymouth I would pluck up the courage to engage him in conversation, introduce myself and enquire about his glowing eyes and hand signs. But fate as it is when the train stopped at Dorchester the man got off but not before we responded to one another, smiling and nodding in acknowledgement. I watched him walk out the station and my chance to find out who he was had gone.

When I told Therese what happened she was annoyed that I had not told her. She would have gone up and spoken to him for me. She had heard of people like him and told me they were ascended masters or angels if you like. She said it was practically unheard of that an ascended master would ‘reveal’ themselves to someone like me, a ‘muggle’, somebody who was not in communication with the higher realms of existence. Like her friends who could hear the voices of their higher mind no one could understand why this man would show himself to me, but all agreed that for whatever reason, I had been blessed by an angel.

Has anyone else experienced anything like this?

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