As I was relaxed with my eyes closed laying down, I viewed this time as part of my meditation and listened to the soft humming within my mind. Moments later, the back of my eyes lids seemed to be expanding as well as getting brighter. A golden glow started to illuminate to my right. I focused my eyes on this glow and repeated the thoughts, 'grow, increase by 10 fold'. Immediately it followed my command through inner strength and suggestion and was 10x was it first was. The buzzing was intense but calming as I knew it was all me. The viewing area behind my eyelids expanded. In there was a vast arena or inner space that I could see, but it contained no pictures or objects. Something was starting to come through, a blurry vision. I asked the divine and my spirit guide to show me what this was before me. A geometric design appeared very clear, I felt as if I could touch it and I wanted to touch it. The designs looked similair to the Kundalini-Awakening-Systems home page which is triangular, but these were wheels of squares, there different levels of them that were spinning. I remember thinking that this was incredibly cool and I wasn't even asleep. My bottom/ sacral area began to vibrate, like I was being 'plugged' in. My sexual desires kicked in quickly and I bounced them back so that I could transform this sexual energy to my visions that I was having, it worked.
The 3-layered geometric design was spinning fast and beyond the design was a golden map of sorts. It seemed to be a place or location of something. I couldn't see it in detail as the geo designs were mostly in the way. I then heard a womans voice start to narrate what I was seeing. The buzzing in my head was loud so her words were muffled. I remember her saying 'And this is the Sacral...', I told her I could not understand her, and I began to slip out of body slowly through the beautifully spinning geometric design. It didn't hurt, it was like passing through a gentle electro wave of static, very mild. I saw the map more clearly but it didn't make sense to me. What was it and why was I being shown this? I noticed my Sacral area was vibrating more intensely. The vision was gone, what was left was a vibrating body. If I didn't know better, I would of thought it was an earthquake! :-)
Friday, October 13, 2006
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Summer of 1986
~ The Awakening
Summer 1986
My sleep was peaceful and cozy in my warm bed. I felt as if I was woken up by a startle. My bed was moving! I didn’t know what to do. So I stayed still as I was left in fear and confusion. My bed moved again! It now started to lift off the ground. You can image the terror I was going through.
I was now approaching the ceiling, balancing myself on the bed. I began to cry and scream. I didn’t know how long I would be able to stay on this haunted bed. I laid back down un fear I would be crushed to death between the bed and the ceiling. The bed began to tilt to the left. I grabbed a hold of the sheets with both hands as I was screaming for someone to come help me. The bed was now upside down and I was staring at my bedroom floor, amazingly still attached to the bed. No one could hear my screams, the panic was flooding my mind. What was happening? Was the house possessed or haunted? The bed made its full circle in mid-air. It then plummeted to the floor. I sat up in complete horror and utter shock. I managed to get some courage together to stand up so that I could jump off the bed towards my bedroom door in order to make for a quick getaway. I was ready to make the jump despite the terror in my mind. I jump as far as I could, but something or someone grabbed my angle from under the bed. It is like a child’s nightmare here. I looked at what was happening, I screamed when I saw a red hand with long black nails gripping my angle so forcefully. I fought like I never fought before and tugged my leg free of this demon. I ran out the bedroom door screaming.
My eyes opened. I was still in my bed, befuddled and petrified. I sat up not knowing what was what. I didn’t understand what just happened as I my brain was convinced this experience was purely real and not a nightmare. I stood up on my bed and I leaped off of it in fear that someone would indeed grab my ankle again. I ran out of the room just fine, tears were running down my face uncontrollable. My mother asked me what was wrong, and I told her the story. It appeared she blew it off as just a nightmare, but I knew it wasn’t. I thought I had some sort of parallel universe experience, where it actually happened. My brain acted if this was real. All senses were active, and I couldn’t explain the logic of it.
The experience went on and on, almost every night. It was the summer of 1986. I found that these so called ’nightmare’ happened more when I took naps during the day. My nights were filled with MTV and Atari and I didn’t go to bed until 3 or 4 in the morning. A nap was essential for me. The nightmares started as a buzzing noise in my mind, and also like a vortex spinning within it. I felt myself being sucked or pulled into it. I would try to shake my foot or something on my body that would shake this feeling off. After time, I found that shaking my head was the best method. I would actually have to sit up and became fully awake before going back to sleep. It felt as if I were ’resetting’ my mind for the sleep mode. Most of the time mind-split buzzing didn’t return.
Anxiety was building inside me after time. I didn’t want to sleep at night and naps were getting to be a nuisance.
I was only a teenager, I didn’t have any answers to this strange phenomenon. I asked one friend if she had experienced this before, she no clue what I was talking about. She only offered her advise that it was a bad dream or a hallucination.
What does a young person do in this this situation? In today’s society, you would think that there would be a substantial amount of information for us to use as guidance. The majority of doctors and psychologists would point you in another direction for treatment and/or either subscribe medication to suppress this phenomenon when in fact we need to magnify it to its fullest extent. Why isn’t accurate information and research mandated for our spiritual wellness? Is it because we would become more independently conscience and powerful human beings without the aid of a higher governmental power? Who knows why research is being suppressed. Or maybe it isn’t and is in practice, but the knowledge is withheld to the general public. The government did actually have a program called ’Remote Viewing’. They conducted many studies on this where a person would meditate and place themselves, spiritually speaking, in another place and evaluate their surroundings. Reportedly, the program ended. But many people to this day do and continue to remote view. Think about it, we only use 10% of our brains, the other 90% is still waiting to be activated! My god. 90% is pretty much the majority of everything. It’s like telling you that your car is equipped 100% but we are only allowed to use 10% of it. If that were the case, people would be outraged and demand full usage. We should respond the same with our minds. It is an outrage that we walk around like zombies and let our emotion free without restraint. We are a very primitive specie.
Summer 1986
My sleep was peaceful and cozy in my warm bed. I felt as if I was woken up by a startle. My bed was moving! I didn’t know what to do. So I stayed still as I was left in fear and confusion. My bed moved again! It now started to lift off the ground. You can image the terror I was going through.
I was now approaching the ceiling, balancing myself on the bed. I began to cry and scream. I didn’t know how long I would be able to stay on this haunted bed. I laid back down un fear I would be crushed to death between the bed and the ceiling. The bed began to tilt to the left. I grabbed a hold of the sheets with both hands as I was screaming for someone to come help me. The bed was now upside down and I was staring at my bedroom floor, amazingly still attached to the bed. No one could hear my screams, the panic was flooding my mind. What was happening? Was the house possessed or haunted? The bed made its full circle in mid-air. It then plummeted to the floor. I sat up in complete horror and utter shock. I managed to get some courage together to stand up so that I could jump off the bed towards my bedroom door in order to make for a quick getaway. I was ready to make the jump despite the terror in my mind. I jump as far as I could, but something or someone grabbed my angle from under the bed. It is like a child’s nightmare here. I looked at what was happening, I screamed when I saw a red hand with long black nails gripping my angle so forcefully. I fought like I never fought before and tugged my leg free of this demon. I ran out the bedroom door screaming.
My eyes opened. I was still in my bed, befuddled and petrified. I sat up not knowing what was what. I didn’t understand what just happened as I my brain was convinced this experience was purely real and not a nightmare. I stood up on my bed and I leaped off of it in fear that someone would indeed grab my ankle again. I ran out of the room just fine, tears were running down my face uncontrollable. My mother asked me what was wrong, and I told her the story. It appeared she blew it off as just a nightmare, but I knew it wasn’t. I thought I had some sort of parallel universe experience, where it actually happened. My brain acted if this was real. All senses were active, and I couldn’t explain the logic of it.
The experience went on and on, almost every night. It was the summer of 1986. I found that these so called ’nightmare’ happened more when I took naps during the day. My nights were filled with MTV and Atari and I didn’t go to bed until 3 or 4 in the morning. A nap was essential for me. The nightmares started as a buzzing noise in my mind, and also like a vortex spinning within it. I felt myself being sucked or pulled into it. I would try to shake my foot or something on my body that would shake this feeling off. After time, I found that shaking my head was the best method. I would actually have to sit up and became fully awake before going back to sleep. It felt as if I were ’resetting’ my mind for the sleep mode. Most of the time mind-split buzzing didn’t return.
Anxiety was building inside me after time. I didn’t want to sleep at night and naps were getting to be a nuisance.
I was only a teenager, I didn’t have any answers to this strange phenomenon. I asked one friend if she had experienced this before, she no clue what I was talking about. She only offered her advise that it was a bad dream or a hallucination.
What does a young person do in this this situation? In today’s society, you would think that there would be a substantial amount of information for us to use as guidance. The majority of doctors and psychologists would point you in another direction for treatment and/or either subscribe medication to suppress this phenomenon when in fact we need to magnify it to its fullest extent. Why isn’t accurate information and research mandated for our spiritual wellness? Is it because we would become more independently conscience and powerful human beings without the aid of a higher governmental power? Who knows why research is being suppressed. Or maybe it isn’t and is in practice, but the knowledge is withheld to the general public. The government did actually have a program called ’Remote Viewing’. They conducted many studies on this where a person would meditate and place themselves, spiritually speaking, in another place and evaluate their surroundings. Reportedly, the program ended. But many people to this day do and continue to remote view. Think about it, we only use 10% of our brains, the other 90% is still waiting to be activated! My god. 90% is pretty much the majority of everything. It’s like telling you that your car is equipped 100% but we are only allowed to use 10% of it. If that were the case, people would be outraged and demand full usage. We should respond the same with our minds. It is an outrage that we walk around like zombies and let our emotion free without restraint. We are a very primitive specie.
Apartment #5
I was in and out of my body several times. This was probably due to the fact I was being woken up by several noises outside the house. I finally left for the last time and found myself in someones hallway, more like an apartment hallway. I glided up to a wooden door and focused on the number on it. It showed apartment number 5. I don't know of anyone who lives in #5, perhaps this will make sense at a later time.
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