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« Reply #1 on: November 14, 2011, 02:05:39 » |
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I'm going to keep this one going because the contacts are continuing.
This one is from November 11/12, 2011.
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OBEing all through the night ( ! )
The onset of the Experience is a bit frightful, it is raining hard outside, there are beings here in the room with me, adjustments are being made to the physical system. When I come alert, the first thing I feel is 3 sharp, needling points at the front-top-center of my head, just above the hairline. Very physical. The general feeling is not pleasant. I for all due purposes ‘lose’ the rest (the detail) of what is happening, my central nervous system is not letting it through. I fall into unconsciousness.
Around 2:30am, after letting Charlie B out to pee the next bit begins. I start to feel myself being moved in my bed. This has been happening for weeks now, it is new, it feels like I am being physically moved in the bed. Like someone has reached under my arms and is pulling me up toward the head of the bed. And then turned onto my side, and even rotated into other positions. It generally takes 3 of these ‘moves’ before I am out / fully in another environment.
Today it is 2 female entities here doing this with me. The event becomes like a ‘Legend’ type thing, with odd sorts of beings. *This is key because of a single dream I had throughout my childhood and teenage years which was very much like this; remnants of a previous life is what I'd always thought. One of the female entities is sewing a thread of [new] information into my thighs. *Also key, due to what I've been experiencing recently; the block being held by the large muscle groups in my thighs. I find this highly interesting.
It is being explained to me that what is being done is not a comfortable thing to have happen, but I am shown the thickness (for lack of a better word) of my current strand of information, which is much more expansive? than the fine, white silky thread now to be sewn in, and told that due to this it won’t hurt very much. When the procedure begins I do feel it, and as told, it does not hurt so much. It is okay. Tolerable.
This whole while I am sort of feigning sleep, passively observing and listening, peeking an eye open every once and a while to look around. I am extremely alert, I feel the moderate weight of my body in it’s passive ‘laying down’ position. Again, this is so new, I do not generally experience quite so physically when in here. The space we are occupying could be the inside of a tree; this is the impression. Vertical and tubelike inside, smooth wood, earthy browns, warm hearth. I am perceiving the women to be witches. Notably the one who is sewing in the new thread. Her son is much younger, more human, light skinned, no hair, tattoos(?); symbolic markings on his body.
Two burley males arrive abruptly, uninvited through an open doorway. They are noting me and say “there is not alot (ie: much information) to her, but enough to eat.” Eat! At this point, the woman, her son, and the other woman together whisk me away, and try to keep me hidden from these two pursuers. There is a long stream of data, which is vague now in my awareness. Through some of it I am seeing a particular lifetime, both of the woman sewing the new thread of information into my thighs, and her son. Harsh lifetimes, not easy, most specially the son’s. And, here, now, he seems non-affected, very loving, helpful and bright. Then I enter a host of more ‘human’ terrain type situations. During a portion of which my friend, Tilak, Projects in and there is the beginning of resolution between us.
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I find the passive position I assume during this experience to be of importance. It strongly seems to signify 'not getting in the way', putting my trust in those inwardly aiding me, and the right and beneficial flow of things. I did very well considering how heartpounding things got in here while these helpers were trying to keep me tucked away. As far as what happened at the onset of the night, and what happens at the onset of many nights, time will tell if I will ever be calm, and inclined enough to really look into what is happening.
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