So after not getting out for awhile, I finally made a bit of an effort and left the ol' shell behind for a little while. It started from a dream I was having. I was at this house with around 10 or 15 other people. The house was your average, ordinary type of house, two stories, modern, and well looked after. It was like a tour, and this group of people I was with had a tour guide, a female. I do not remember what her name was, because it was about at this point that I went from just having a dream, to instantly being OBE. There was no transition, just instantaneous OBE. This was courtesy of the 'tour guide'. I knew, and she was expecting me. She gave me the kind of look that I used to get when I came into class late when I was in high school. In fact, they were all waiting for me.
So, I was there, and continued to get a tour of this house. I was pleased, and very happy because I hadn't been OBE for awhile, and was pretty excited. However, not everybody else was. In fact they seemed a bit unnerved, and hesitant. After only a few minutes into this tour of the house, they're vibe was not in fact starting to rub off on me. (Authors note: recalling this makes my eyes water) So we had a very brief tour of the bottom floor, and to be honest, I wasn't really impressed. Pretty ordinary, I didn't see what was so special. It was about this time that I was thinking to myself "I'm gonna blow this joint, and get the heck outta here!" I'm not wasting my precious OBE time on some boring tour of a home that looks like something I've already seen before.
The next thing I know the tour guide has the group stopped at the bottom of some very well crafted, but dark, precarious, intimidating, frightening stairs that led up to blackness. I don't know what happen at this stage. I don't know if 'the others' in the group had left to watch Lost, or if they went up before me, after me, I don't know, but they were no longer there. Maybe they got scared, or thought to themselves "I'm not gonna waste my precious OBE time on this tour!" So now at this point it was just me and the tour guide. She was very serious, but had a very benevolent vibe to her. I also felt that she is/was a huge mountain of vast knowledge and understanding. She was also very matter of fact, and straight to the point.
The next thing she said I will never forget. Thinking about it now makes me feel a little uneasy, and scared. She asked me "Do you want to feel God, and do you want to feel the Devil?" Me, being me reply, without hesitation "Yes."
The tour guide then proceeds to climb the daunting stairs leading into the black abyss. The higher we go, the blacker it gets, until eventually we are surrounded in darkness. I can no longer see the tour guide, or let alone my hand in front of my face. What I can see however, is what seemed to be like a hallway. On one side (my left) was a door slightly opened, oh maybe 3 inches just a smidgen less. There was a very cool, icey blue, thick light beaming forth, seeping past the edge of the door. I heard, and felt harmony, but intensity as well. Power, a fierce power I might add, but the softness, and innocents of a baby's first smile. Then slam! It was over all too quick. Next I turn around about 90 degrees to the right to face another door, cracked open about the same amount. On this side though was something very, very differen't. The red light spewed forth showering everything around me. This red was like the red blood, the blood the flows through our body, and the feeling was like no other. I felt as though my soul was being sucked from me, and it was just holding on by no more then a thread of silk. As the crimson light grew I felt weak, frozen solid, and empty. I began to feel emptier, and emptier, less, and less. I was very scared. I could see the tour guide watching me, she however seemed unaffected. I tried to turn to my left a little to look away, but struggled. At this point I know I had no other option, but to begin to pray, and to give myself entirely to God. I was sure I was at the point of being crushed by the hands of the devil himself. The terrifying sounds that were there began to fade away, but the red light surrounding us was still very real, and very intense. As I prayed the blue light grew stronger, but it didn't feel like it could truly save me.
I then woke up.
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I've made it a habit to myself, that if I have bad/negative/scary OBEs to immediately check my heart rate when I wake up. While I do not know exactly what it is, I do know how slow it is when I am lying in bed/sleeping. When I came out of this it was beating very rapidly. Maybe twice as fast, or more.
I thank you for your time if you managed to the bottom of this. You can take it for what it is, as will I.
So, I was there, and continued to get a tour of this house. I was pleased, and very happy because I hadn't been OBE for awhile, and was pretty excited. However, not everybody else was. In fact they seemed a bit unnerved, and hesitant. After only a few minutes into this tour of the house, they're vibe was not in fact starting to rub off on me. (Authors note: recalling this makes my eyes water) So we had a very brief tour of the bottom floor, and to be honest, I wasn't really impressed. Pretty ordinary, I didn't see what was so special. It was about this time that I was thinking to myself "I'm gonna blow this joint, and get the heck outta here!" I'm not wasting my precious OBE time on some boring tour of a home that looks like something I've already seen before.
The next thing I know the tour guide has the group stopped at the bottom of some very well crafted, but dark, precarious, intimidating, frightening stairs that led up to blackness. I don't know what happen at this stage. I don't know if 'the others' in the group had left to watch Lost, or if they went up before me, after me, I don't know, but they were no longer there. Maybe they got scared, or thought to themselves "I'm not gonna waste my precious OBE time on this tour!" So now at this point it was just me and the tour guide. She was very serious, but had a very benevolent vibe to her. I also felt that she is/was a huge mountain of vast knowledge and understanding. She was also very matter of fact, and straight to the point.
The next thing she said I will never forget. Thinking about it now makes me feel a little uneasy, and scared. She asked me "Do you want to feel God, and do you want to feel the Devil?" Me, being me reply, without hesitation "Yes."
The tour guide then proceeds to climb the daunting stairs leading into the black abyss. The higher we go, the blacker it gets, until eventually we are surrounded in darkness. I can no longer see the tour guide, or let alone my hand in front of my face. What I can see however, is what seemed to be like a hallway. On one side (my left) was a door slightly opened, oh maybe 3 inches just a smidgen less. There was a very cool, icey blue, thick light beaming forth, seeping past the edge of the door. I heard, and felt harmony, but intensity as well. Power, a fierce power I might add, but the softness, and innocents of a baby's first smile. Then slam! It was over all too quick. Next I turn around about 90 degrees to the right to face another door, cracked open about the same amount. On this side though was something very, very differen't. The red light spewed forth showering everything around me. This red was like the red blood, the blood the flows through our body, and the feeling was like no other. I felt as though my soul was being sucked from me, and it was just holding on by no more then a thread of silk. As the crimson light grew I felt weak, frozen solid, and empty. I began to feel emptier, and emptier, less, and less. I was very scared. I could see the tour guide watching me, she however seemed unaffected. I tried to turn to my left a little to look away, but struggled. At this point I know I had no other option, but to begin to pray, and to give myself entirely to God. I was sure I was at the point of being crushed by the hands of the devil himself. The terrifying sounds that were there began to fade away, but the red light surrounding us was still very real, and very intense. As I prayed the blue light grew stronger, but it didn't feel like it could truly save me.
I then woke up.
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I've made it a habit to myself, that if I have bad/negative/scary OBEs to immediately check my heart rate when I wake up. While I do not know exactly what it is, I do know how slow it is when I am lying in bed/sleeping. When I came out of this it was beating very rapidly. Maybe twice as fast, or more.
I thank you for your time if you managed to the bottom of this. You can take it for what it is, as will I.
