What is between heaven and earth?

By Kirsten Nour Namskau

Have you ever had the experience of that “you have done it before” or “you have been here/there before” ?
Have you ever had the feeling of that you have been in the future or in the past?
I know that most people will not talk about it, in fear of being looked at as . . . . erratic, unpredictable, paranoia, etc.
But take a minute . . . no one have to know . . . I don’t ask you to tell me in a comment . . . only be honest with yourself.
Scientists are talking about parallel-lives . . . . Worm-tunnels . . . They claim that it is possible to live to lives at the same time in two different dimensions and that you are passing through from the one dimension to the next through what they call a worm-tunnel.

When my grandmother died, (the mother of my father) we were to clean out her flat. It was some confusion of if any of us, her grand-children, wanted her flat.
One day my brother went down to take a look at the flat. When he was about to put the key in the door, he heard someone inside. He used the door bell . . . and a woman opened the door and claimed that she lived there.
My brother got confused but after some reflections he went to our mother. When I came, he told me to take a visit down and see if I experienced the same as him. He didn’t want to tell too much, but told me that we could talk about it after wards.
I went down around 4pm.
The door-sign with the name of our late grandparents was still on the door. (Gerda & Ludvig Holm) I rang the bell and a woman opened the door. She was young with a strong body and dark eyes with a sharp glance.
I asked if I could talk to Gerda Holm and she answered: “Yes, that’s me.”
I looked at her and said: “I’m sorry, but the woman who lives here is my grand-mother.”
(I didn’t tell that she also was dead.)
She replied: “No, I am not your grand-mother.” She slammed the door in my face.
I went to my mother to meet my brother.
When I told him what had happened, he said: “Kirsten, recall the woman in your mind. How she looked like . . . . Do you have the feeling of, that you have seen her before?”
I said: “She actually looked like grandma, only much younger. Maybe she is the secret daughter of her we so often have heard rumors about.”
My brother replied: “When you were there, did you hear the siren from the shipyard at the dock. Signalizing that the working-day was finish?”
“Yes, actually I did.” I answered.
My brother replied: “But Kirsten . . . . The shipyard closed down 30 years ago. No one work there anymore.”
I looked at him with big eyes. “What is going on?” I asked.
He said: “ Listen . . . The woman is grandma. I went down one more time and waited to see if also grand-dad came after work, and he did. He invited me in and we actually had a talk, where I told him what will happen in the future of his family. . . . Kirsten, you go back in time when you go down there.”
He continued: “When I was there, grand-dad claimed it was the year 1938. I told him that with me the year was 1986.”
I went down again to see if the same happened. All correct, when I rang the bell the woman opened the door. When she saw me, she slammed the door. I waited to see if grand-dad came when the shipyard siren went. And he came . . . . only very young. They were both around 35/40 years old. I asked if I could come in and he invited me in. We sat at the kitchen-table for a long time and talked. After a while, my father came . . . . He was only 19 years old.
I told so much as I knew about them and what will happen in the future, since I claimed to be his grand-child from the future. I told that it would turn out a world-war with Germany in 1940. He didn’t believe that. “Grandma” was terrified of the fact that I knew so much about them, since it was a lot of secrets around the family of my father. They lived under pseudonyms and in exile from Romania.
Well, at the end I left and went home to discuss with my brother. Both did we go down 2 times and both did we experience that between each time which for us was 14 days, for them . . . it had gone years.
First time I was there, my father was 3 years old . . . The next time, he was 19 years old.
Our mother could confirm to us, that our grandparents had told her, shortly after the marriage between her and dad; about the “strange” people who had claimed to come from the future. (Our parents met each-other under the world-war and married right after the war.)
She had never understood what had taken place, but now . . . she was witness by herself of what actually had happened and that it was her own children who had, without special effort, gone back in time.
Explain this, if you can . . . . I can not.