Do you remember when you were little and you used to have one particular reoccurring dream that plagued you all the way into your teenage years?
I used to have the most bizarre dream. I've never heard of anyone else experiencing a dream quite like this.
I was a heavy silver ball. There was no thought to me other than rolling forward. But I could feel what I rolled across. Intensely. My perspective would change, either I had the view from the ball itself, or I would observe the ball as it rolled. I do not know what propelled the ball forward. And it just rolled in a straight line, from one edge over to the other edge. Not fast or slow.
Now here is the part that is the winger...
When I woke up, depending on which side I was on last, I would feel the same sensation all over my skin while awake. Meaning; if I woke up on the painful metal side, then my flannel pajamas would feel like barbed wire cutting into me. My skin would hurt, all over. It didn't matter if I touched a smooth tile, it would feel like cutting metal. The same would happen if I woke up on the smooth soft side, everything I touched would be the most pleasant, softest thing I ever touched, even if it was sandpaper. This would last about 20 minutes after I had awakened. I remember eating Captain Crunch on two different occasions with two separate sensations, one felt like I was chewing on metal shavings and screws, the other felt like the cereal had been sitting in milk for hours (which it hadn't) like it was marshmallows.
These physical sensations had an almost buzzing feel to it. It was odd. And rarely, I could change the sensation in my body after I woken up. But sometimes I could, as long as the allotted time it took for the ball to roll across the surface. I would try my best to wake up on the soft side but I wasn't always successful.
This dream occurred continually throughout my childhood. I do remember one time in my 20's waking up to it. But I haven't had the dream for a very long time now.
I suppose it's easy to determine what the dream meant. But who knows if that is what it really meant. The part that still baffles me is the sensation on my skin after I woke up. I've never heard of anyone else going through something like that. And it was annoying, especially waking up on the painful side because it would take time to wear off.
You can interpret your dream and I can interpret your dream, and we could both be right or wrong -- no one can know for sure. Dreams are about the dreamer, as are any symbols in them, so when looking at your dreams it is important to personalize your interpretations of them. And it is believed that the dream will reach a conclusion (and may even stop repeating) once the dreamer understands the message and resolves to make a change.
I wonder what it was I was supposed to do that my sub-conscience was trying to tell me to do. I must have done something to make it go away. Perhaps I just grew out of it. But I wonder if I still have that dream and I just haven't woken up to it.
One of the most famous accounts of a recurrent dream is from Abraham Lincoln. While discussing the war with General Grant during a cabinet meeting he told the general that there would be big news from the war front. When Grant asked why he thought this he replied:
"I had a dream last night; and ever since this war began I have had the same dream just before every event of great national importance. It portends some important event that will happen very soon."
That evening Abraham Lincoln was assassinated.
What are your recurrent dreams? And what do you think that they might mean?
article on recurring dreams
Top 10 reoccurring dreams and their meanings
A good search site for specific dream symbols
I was in line at a government building, and I had the strange feeling like I was moving hyper-fast compared to everyone else. It was probably just my perception of standing in this mind numbing situation that made it appear everything else was just crawling along at the speed of a snail. Not that the man in front of me with the tweed jacket, and dandruff on his shoulders would move any faster with a fire lit under his bum. But it got me thinking, how many times everyone has had this perception of time crawling?
You know, like when you sit at the doctors office, or at the DMV, or even when your in a crash and you see it all happen in slow motion. What if it's like some super power we all have but we don't realize we triggered it.
Then again what would a person do with that power. Would we be a blur to the people around us? And if we could slow down time, could we then revers time? I suppose everything would go backwards. That would be even more painful standing in a government line, watching everything move backwards. You'd be standing in line three times as long as you originally stood there while waiting to rip your hair out.
And who ever said "patients is a virtue" never had to stand in this line.
Ever since I was little I have had odd occurrences that deal with light and dark entities. Though, I believe everyone has as well. Either they forgot about it, or are actively repressing it. In today's western culture it just isn't an acceptable topic to to talk about, even though everyone has had some sort of experience they cannot explain. You may not remember an experience right off the bat, but there is always something. Like a ouija board experience, or a ghost appearance. If a person does talk about the taboo subject, they are considered peculiar or a fanatic. But ignoring the entities in the other dimensions, wont make them go away.
I have a ridiculous memory. A memory of an elephant, but not with exact names and dates. Like I remember when I first learned to walk, I remember being stuck in the cradle in my orange bedroom, annoyed because I wanted out. I remember kindergarten like it was yesterday. Let's just say, I remember my childhood clearly.
When I was about eleven, I remember a time when I was awoken in the middle of the night to a presence in my room. A dark, evil presence that sucked all the energy around it, into it. I was instantly wide awake and looked to that corner of the room. I couldn't physically see anything there, but I could feel it. It's kind-of like when you know someone is standing directly behind you. Without seeing them, you know they're there, you feel it. And this dark energy in one corner of my room had an energy that felt like fear, vindictive malice, and an insatiable hunger. Just plain evil. I knew I wasn't dreaming because I was just TOO awake. It wanted to frighten me. It fed off fear, and it wanted me to fear it and that is when I got angry. Really, really angry.
I got up, turned the light on, and returned to bed. I knew it could use the dark to feed me fear. Even after I turned the light on I could still feel it opposite my bed in that corner of my bedroom.
It didn't talk out-loud but I had the impression of thoughts in my head. When I talked to it, I understood what it thought back to me. (Which is where I got Mamachoo's form of communication from, for my book.)
I had a fairly odd conversation, as an eleven-year-old with this evil creature. The things that came out of my mouth were automatic responses to the entity, which I clearly remember to this day. It was as if it wasn't an eleven-year-old me speaking to it, but an older me. A much older me. I kept a conversation with it for more than 3 hours. Threatening it.
It went a little something like this:
"Get out of my room.
How dare you.
Who do you think you are?
Do you know who I am?
I'm older than you, stronger than you.
You can feel it, can't you?
I dare you to attack me, because I will destroy you.
I will shred you to pieces.
I will be the last mistake you've ever made.
How dare you disturb me."
Remember; I am a tiny little eleven year old. (I was always the smallest person in my class) But I remember saying those words. And I was furious that it woke me up and kept me up. I remember I was so mad I was shaking. But I also felt something deep inside me, build up within me-like an energy of some sort. It felt like I was a nuclear reactor that was about to overload, and I could feel this energy radiating off of me. I knew the presence could feel it too. It was obvious to me the presence was old and powerful, but I knew my soul was even older and stronger than it.
That was a revelation that hit me much later in life, when I went over the conversation I had with it. How could I have been so certain about my age and strength of my soul, unless deep down my soul knew it, and my alter self, my alter memory of who I am, was speaking for me. Which then begs to ask, where was my soul before I was born if I'm as old as this alter ego so claimed? In another life perhaps? Even today it is strange to me that I said what I said, but I still know it was true.
After a while I could feel this dark entity was scared of me because of the energy that was radiating off of me, and I considered getting up and tackling it head on...I was so mad. But instead I threatened it until it gave up.
It left at about 4am. One moment it was there, the next it disappeared. I had the impression it went out the window.
When it left, without any trepidation, I got up, turned off the light, and went right to sleep. I never had nightmares about it and I never felt a presence like that ever again.
Though, I did find a pair of rings with some dark entities attached to them, but that will be another blog.
and deep. And about three feet from the floor. The gold sparkles were three dimensional, so some were closer to me than others. And each sparkle was about the size of a grain of rice. I wanted to look and see if my cat could see it, but I didn't want to take my eyes off of it. I should have put my hand out to touch it, but I was so shocked. I just stood there watching it until it faded away.
I've read that some believe it was an angel or some celestial being. I have no idea, but something was there. And again, it never happened again.
But there appears to be good and bad entities out there that occasionally make their way into our dimension. I imagine once we die a majority of it will be cleared up, but it's kind of funny how they like to poke their little noses into our world. Like this is some place they all desire to be.
Have I been?
Yes. But so has everyone else, they just don’t remember. It naturally occurs when we sleep. Ever get that odd sensation of jerking awake, feeling like you just physically hit the bed? Well, that is your astral body returning to your physical body, from the Astral Realm.
Have I been there consciously?
Yep, and it took years of practice.
There is a page in this website telling you how to start practicing it, if you’re brave enough.
Am I some kind of expert on it?
Absolutely not. Matter of fact I will not tell you more than what is on this website. The rest is for you to discover the truth, not for me to tell you. Everyone comes away from it with a different experience so there is no way I could tell you “this is so” or “that is so”. And anyone who claims to be an expert is full of it. The only experts are YOUR guides.
What are Guides?
We all have guides. Some people have more than others. And like Kealin says in Fathis: Birth of a Falcon, I do find them a little annoying sometimes. But by no means should you disrespect them, because they will school you’re a**!
Is Astral Realm witch craft?
Heavens no! It is literal place, or I should say places. You can visit Jesus, or Buda if you so desire, or whomever from whatever religion. There are lower realms that are the equivalent of Hell and upper realms that are the equivalent of Heaven. But it is bigger than our known universe.
Are there dark evil entities there?
Yes, there are. So you must be very careful. They exist there easier than they do on this dimension.
Are the Akashic Records real?
They sure are. And as Kealin puts it in my book, “The Universe’s biggest, dullest library.” Among other things, it keeps records of everybody in every dimension, so you can imagine it is enormous.
What about the “God light”?
Again that is for you to discover, not for me to tell you.
All I can say is, doing is believing. Wanna learn more? Practice going into the Astral Realm.
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