George the Dragon Slayer

[gallianoj]

Ive met many entities while out of body but I can never forget George...

excerpt from 'Angel's Eye'
by Jean Galliano

George the Dragon Slayer

            In my projection I deliberately search out the entity

            demanding his name.  As if the sound of a name

            could make clear a picture in my mind.


            "George" he one day answered.


            "George? What kind of name is that for a Spiritual Entity?"


            "George slayed the dragon", he gallantly offered,

            "saved the young miss"


            I thought he had quite a sense of humor and I liked him

            He gave me hope


I roll out of myself onto the floor. My feet mesh with the bureau. I sit up knowing where I am. I am conscious of the slightest movement but there is no movement. Rising to my feet I curiously look around. I dart to the door and swing it briskly open. With the greatest of ease I dance and glide halfway down the staircase. I hop over the banister frolicking so gracefully one would not recognize me. I am in the center of the living room doing flips and spins. I want to know how fast I can go... round and round. I am a dervish, a top, spinning until I am a blur. Spinning until I almost disappear.

I remember George the Dragon Slayer. "George", I say, "Where are you?" I go over to the mirror. "Where are you?" My voice is deep and raspy. I'm looking at my eyes, they don't look like mine at all... I frighten myself and move away from the glass. I see the front door and want to go outside. I wonder if anyone can see me when I'm outside my body. This idea never occurred to me before. Maybe somebody can see me like this...

"Don't go outside" I hear. The voice shocks me and seems to be coming from behind. I whirl around but see no one. "Who's there?" I ask. "Don't go outside" he repeats, touching me on the back of my neck. I whirl again trying to see who is behind me. I can only make out a shadow.

"If you cannot show yourself to me then you cannot tell me what I should do". I open the front door. I pop my head outside and find that it is gray and dismal, not the beautiful spring day where my body is sleeping. It is raining but somehow I know this is an illusion. I saw the children playing basketball and riding bikes not long ago in the bright sunshine.

"You're pretty good", I say, implying that I recognize that he created this illusion, "but I still don't believe it". My hand juts out. The droplets are cold and wet. "Excellent", I say, "so there's no one outside on such a rainy day". Closing the door I go back to my room.

As I enter I see my body sitting up zombie like. Someone is standing over it. It is my close friend, TC. I am glad to see her and start to tell her about this out-of- body experience and the rain and all... "Yeah," she says, "Was it wet?" (He gave me the hint).

Then I realize this is not TC! And like coming out of amnesia, I can feel my eyes and mouth forming perfect O's. I'm still out! This is YOU! That was you in the mirror! "You're not TC!" I shout. "Who are you?" I grab her by the shoulders and look deeply into her eyes. "Don't you see? I know! You can't fool me anymore. I know who you are! TC will not be here when I wake up". I was getting hysterical.

"Yes I will", he answered, waving his hand before my eyes and in the same motion handing me a smoke. When I didn't take it he gestured harder with his hand and a nod of his head.

I experienced a moment of confusion, forgetfulness. He may be TC... I just can't tell for sure. I take the smoke. I notice the reflection of my body in the mirror yet I see myself standing. I am wearing my large moon eyes. My body's eyes are small, not wide and bright as these. I can see the entire scene in the mirror. I approach it. Fixing my attention on it I attempt to dip my fingers into it. They penetrate up to my knuckles. There is a hard surface inches below. It stops me. An idea occurs to me. I raise both my hands making a solid fist and backing up to get a running start, I rush straight into the mirror breaking through...

I wake up back in my body.

Why does the spirit come in disguise? How can I trust a spirit who is not himself? Am I not able to perceive these things because I have no "frame of reference", nothing to compare it with? Is that why I see someone who I already trust? This does not appease my sense of reality.

George remains a phantom, a mystery. I must break through, create or imagine a frame of reference.

Some nights I refuse to sleep all night long.


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[Lionheart]

 George is the one with the answers. You have to ask him why? This sounds like one of the many lessons of the Astral that you are now experiencing. Learn from this and you will be able to progress deeper into the realm. Did you read "George and the Dragon" when you were younger? Possibly this is your "higher selves" choice of your guardian/protector.
Good Luck!