Jimmy couldn’t figure it out. And it had been happening for some time – five maybe six years. When he went to bed, got comfortable and closed his eyes, sometimes instead of drifting off to sleep he would begin to notice and focus on the movement and fluctuation in the visual field. It wasn’t distracting, in fact it was even comforting in a way – just a gentle movement of color and dark – until one day he began idly moving his hand and arm. And he could see that there was a dark shape that moved correspondingly in the visual field. The room was very dark this time because he was in the country not in the city so it was not a silhouette. “And hey, wait a minute, my eyes are closed!” The thought just popped into his head and he began to observe more attentively, repeating and repeating to make sure it wasn’t just a fleeting aberration of some kind.
The shapes were never distinct as in normal vision – everything seemed a little blurred. And as he continued to observe, he saw that there was a blue light firing off the hands and arm; sometimes flashes of white as well.
He came to me and asked what this was all about. Of course, there was nothing I could say to him except to reassure him that he wasn’t crazy and that he was just seeing something in a way that most people don’t or aren’t able to see.
“What is really neat,” he explained with excitement in his voice, “is that sometimes when I just look up towards the ceiling with my eyes closed I see the sky full of stars.”
“Maybe you are looking out from where you really are, instead of where you think yourself to be,” I suggested.
“I don’t know what you mean by that,” he said.
“Neither do I,” I responded.