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Having adapted, I wasn’t afraid of drafts. However, due to the specific ability to take with me into Another Reality those nearby when the Door was opening, I was afraid for my son. I purposefully didn’t read him bedtime stories about Another Reality, tying him to the Earthly one. Once, when we were falling asleep and the Door creaked, I pretended that nothing was happening, but my son looked me in the eyes and asked in a whisper, «Have you heard that, mom? These sounds, what are they? Who is there? Tell me that you hear them too!»
I went to the child to say goodnight.
«Once I died, and then I was born,» the son suddenly said. «And then, when I die again and am born again, I will have a different mother.»
«Not necessary. Souls can meet in subsequent lives, but they don’t always recognize each other in their new bodies.»
«No, mom, we won’t meet again.»
«Why?» I was surprised.
«You will never be born again. I feel so. I know, they will let you stay There. And I began to see also a Man in Black. Who is he?»
«How do you see him?» I tried to keep calm, because after my mother’s death I had often seen the Man in Black; all wrapped in black cloth, he looked like a monk and, standing at the window, silently looked at me.
«He comes to me. Sometimes in a dream, and recently in the room, at the window. He always appears unexpectedly. I’m afraid of him. He’s all in black. Like monks. In some kind of cloth. I don’t know. I can’t see his eyes, but he looks at me in silence. I’m scared. Why does he come?»
«Ask him who he is. The next time he comes. Don’t be afraid, just ask what he wants.»
«It’s easy for you to say, you’ve never seen him! It’s more difficult in a dream. When I begin to understand that it’s a dream, I wake up.»
I saw my son several years before his birth. I knew how he would look like on Earth. He was born an unusual child, preferred solitude and violently showed dissatisfaction when he was picked up or surrounded by calf tenderness. My son didn’t allow anyone to feed him with a spoon. His first word wasn’t «mom» or «dad», but «me myself!»