THE GOLDEN COBRA dream … an ancient God appearing (excerpt from FOAL and the Angels)

dream cobra PAINTING BY ANDY BOERGER
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This dream is one of those that I call BIG DREAMS, so it goes without saying that I had to insert it into the first book of FOAL and the Angels ` story.  This dream was so very remarkable not only for the deep, deep sense of sacredness that totally overwhelmed me, but also for the incredible vividness of the colors and the accuracy of the most minute details.

Do such colors exist on Earth ?? … I wonder.

The colors and the sense of Sacred surrounding this spectacular animal, this truly Divine Being made of pure bright gold was a sight to blow your mind away.

In the dream, for some reason, I remember` knowing` that this was no superficial veneer of gold, but it was actually made all of pure solid gold, and this seemed to be important.  Nonetheless, the movements were so fluid like melted gold, and yet solid. Really have no words in my arsenal to describe this, but believe me, it was an  incredible vision.

 Since there is little more I can add to what I already said in the book, I shall just copy that chapter here. Again let me say that even if I use the name FOAL, this is my very personal experience and exactly, to the very speck , how I saw it in the dream.

In the last paragraph I dwell a bit on my fascination with the Divine and yet my running away from it.

The beautiful painting is by Andy Boerger, who endeavored so beautifully to make it as close to my dream reality as it could be. Thank you Andy ! It`s been a blessing knowing you !

 THE GOLDEN COBRA DREAM

Foal sees himself in a room sitting at a wooden table with other people .

This huge serpent,which is as big as the biggest Anaconda he could ever imagine, at least 30 yards long, is coming at him again and again, as if he has a special interest in him. The color is yellowish brown, with some faint black stripes. Although it doesn’t look as if it wants to hurt him, Foal feels scared and closes his eyes so as not to see. It is so big ! Just the head is bigger than two rugby balls put together.

As the snake approaches again from behind, Foal feels the big head resting on his neck, just under his right cheek. Foal can feel its bifurcate tongue, darting in and out and touching his skin on his cheek and neck. Somebody somewhere is saying “ It’s alright”, but he is petrified in fear.

Then the scene skips and he sees himself outside running on a big dirt trail . He is on the left side running like mad, and the huge snake is pursuing him several yards back in the middle of the path. Then, all of a sudden, for some unfathomable reason, Foal just feels compelled to stop and look back.

His heart skips a beat … what he sees takes his breath away …! he has never, ever seen anything more beautiful! The huge serpent is in the middle of the path and it is all gold, huge and GOLD !! It is all gold, pure shining gold !!!

Its cheeks are now all puffed up, rather like a Cobra, and they are reflecting the bright gold rays of the sunshine. From the nose to the puffed-up cheeks there are some dark cobalt stripes, which remind him of the golden mask of Tutankhamen .

The serpent is looking right at him, or rather, right into him. His eyes seem to bear holes into Foal`s.  Foal cannot take his eyes off the snake.  He stands transfixed and he has stopped running.

He can see everything, up to the smallest details. He can see the golden muscles rippling under the surface, so strong and supple in their swift bending movement, yet made of solid gold and reflecting the sunlight. He can see the golden hood completely raised and inflated, the eyes exuding and impressing sacredness. The serpent towers over Foal in all his majesty.

A KING COBRA . A GOD COBRA. Like one of those Ancient Gods.  So incredibly beautiful , so sacred .

 

Foal woke up in an ineffable and liberating stupor.

A flood of understandings overwhelmed his mind. He needed to make sure all was down in paper, in case he forgot, so he grabbed his pen and started to write it all down in a rushed fury. And so he wrote:

“I think it’s the same theme as for the Stag dream .

I am fascinated by the Divine, but I feel so small, awed and overwhelmed by it.

After reaching out, I always try to run away, but It comes after me until I am forced to look at It, to acknowledge It.

I feel scared of such Beauty, I feel that I am not yet ready to look directly into so much Living Light…

But the Divine is not One to let us go easily and comes after us and begs us to look at It.

And as we stop to look, we discover all the Beauty and Love that has been there all along.”

 

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“I AM here to manifest you, Lord. Make me`LOVE`.” an OBE after a Prayer

 

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PHOTOGRAPHY BY RACHEL BURCH http://www.rachelburchphotography.com/

 After some five years of the mystifying experiences  I called `physical dreams` (but now I know were actually `etheric out-of-body projections`), I found Buhlman`s and Monroe`s books and got myself some reasonable tools to deal with these inexplicable nightly occurrences.
I knew what I was dealing with now and what to say for more clarity and also what to do in order not to go back into my sleeping body, so with all this new arsenal of information, my out of body experiences took a different turn. I was not touching things as I was before in such physical way that I couldn’t believe I was asleep, and I was not so focused on dispersing negative energies around me, as a true ghost buster. Rather, I started flying and passing through walls. This was a first for me.

So this is how a new chapter in my `night-life` started !
This particular night, just before sleep and just out of nowhere, these words of Prayer took form and voice, and so I prayed  : `

“I AM HERE TO MANIFEST YOU, LORD.

I NEED TO BE LOVE TO MANIFEST YOU, LORD.

MAKE ME “LOVE”.”

Now as always, let my Journal speak !

 April 25, 2010        1 am.

 I prayed so spontaneuosly:

 “I AM HERE TO MANIFEST YOU, LORD.  I NEED TO BE LOVE TO MANIFEST YOU, LORD.  MAKE ME “LOVE”.”

 Then as I tried to sleep, but couldn’t, I got up and went to the bathroom. Came back to bed, did the Dream Paraliminal CD, then took the earphones out.

Kind of feeling something may be happening. Had been having light vibrations since after 11.30 pm.

Now, vibrations are a new thing for me. Wonder if it is because of the influence of the OBE books. Before reading all these books, I never felt any vibrations at all,  just found myself in the center of my room  and sooooo out of body.

  1.30 am.  OBE

Again, without any vibration, I am conscious of moving out of my body, just a slight shoulder twist and up sitting on the bed.

The separation is smooth. No sounds, no strong vibrations, just OUT like that.

But after this, things are not smooth at all.

Find myself near the ceiling, but not really in control, then I  fly down closer to the floor, and go around the perimeter of my room in circles,  like a merry-go-round. (mmm, very funny …)

 Then I am up near the ceiling again, also going round and round but feels like I don`t know well what I`m doing. (Also the very first time that this happened, several months ago, I was going around my chandelier like forever, like stupid forever!!!)

I squeeze my eyes, just as when you watch a scary movie,  because I am afraid that if I see my sleeping body, I may be sucked back in. I don`t want to go back into my body, want to try some more of this.

 Then I recall Buhlman`s words that I should say “Awareness now” or “Clarity now “, and  I do so, but the result is not as good or as strong as I thought.

 I am still in my room and struggling for control, but finally do manage to fly up again near the ceiling and joyfully start cavorting in the air for the pure pleasure of it. I love this !!! I feel like a kid!

Maybe feeling more confident, decide it is safe to open my eyes completely, and see if I can really see my sleeping body in the bed. I am still afraid I may go back into my body if I see it, but I try anyway.

At this moment I am near the ceiling just above the upper frame of my bedroom door, and from there I look down, and there I am !! wow . What can I say …

Under the covers of my bed, there is the silhouette of a body with a foot and an arm sticking out of the bedcovers. I can`t see my face though, it`s too dark and the bed is too far, and besides, the face is looking the other way.

I am thrilled that I can really see me and still be in the air, so I decide to try go downstairs.  Actually I want to try say “Universe”, but  don`t feel too confident in my astral navigation system ( 🙂 !), and abort this plan .

 As I start to move, I remember Buhlman said I could pass through walls if I wanted, but I somehow hesitate. I am afraid of trying and not succeeding. Then kind of pull myself together and look at the wall with determination. I start by pressing my right shoulder against it and push. Then push some more. Feel some resistance at first, but then wow! I simply go through !!  I am elated at this, that it is all true and that I can do it. Decide to `fly` downstairs and go to the entrance hall.

 Here I am struggling to stay OBE, so I try to concentrate on out-of-body things, don’t remember well here, but I am finally able to go out of the house. Before I know it, I am in my garden and for some reason, I start going up and up at extreme speed all the while repeating (maybe afraid ??) “I love you God” over and over again.

It all feels like a blur and it`s kind of a bit vague here. Then it feels like I`m being pulled back to my body, but I am actually rather hovering just above it.  I am desperately trying not to go in yet.  Then I go in, but know /feel I can go out again, and so I do.  For a while, I seem to be playing at going in and out, several times in a row, don’t know why, but then I wake up inside the body.

 Big points :

Moving out smoothly

Not good control of flying

Flying in circles

Seeing myself from above in bed

Getting some control, happily cavorting near the ceiling (and maybe in the sky too, but it`s only a vague remembrance here)

Passing through the wall

Repeating “I love you God”

 

Well, not truly exhilarating as many of those OBEs stories I read about, but a new start for sure.

Different from my `physical dreams` (etheric projections) where everything is so very physical and the me in there is so super-focused and like on a true mission.  In this experience, I am much more conscious of being `me`,  clearly remembering all I had read in Bulhman`s and Monroe`s books.

Thinking so rationally, so logically, so …with my brain. With the exception that my brain was in the bed sleeping with me ….mmmm… so what ? we don`t need the brain to think ????? but really ?? WOW! Who is thinking then?? WHO IS THE THINKER ??

 

 

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God gives us talents to use them

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It must have been just a few seconds. More than a dream, this was a hypnogogic vision, short and blunt, but so instructive ( at that time didn’t even know the word `hypnogogic ` yet!).  It was the sort of rebuke that if somebody had told me, I wouldn’t even have cared to notice.  Yet, when shown to me in such way, I could not but stand corrected!

This is how dreams always talk to us and make us aware of what we need to work on.  Through beautiful and inspiring symbology, they gently or nightmarishly (according to the urgency of the matter in question) point out  what we  need to know most in that very moment of our life.

In my little personal experience, this happens all the time, from tiny insignificant matters to really big ones. It is actually one of the things I am most grateful for  in my life. I truly love this sort of beautiful `inter-dimensional` communication , although yes, I know, it is probably more like the Higher part of me talking to the smaller part of me 🙂

And to me this is absolutely fascinating.

From my Dream Journal:

March 4, 2010

In groggy-before-sleeping state I see a table with a vinyl sheet on it. The scene and colors are so clear. There are many beautiful cut-flowers on it. I approach the table, but instead of putting them in beautiful vases to decorate and brighten the room, I fold them up in this big vinyl sheet, wrap them up, and drag the sheet from above the table down onto the floor . I start walking around the room dragging it behind me, as if it was heavy baggage.

I walk around dragging on the floor behind me this sheet full of beautiful flowers . It looks so strange, unnatural.

And before I know, I am back to totally `awake` state.

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Really got me pondering… Yet it was all very clear to me: I am being told that I am not using my talents.  I am not honoring them. At least, not nearly enough.

Rather than seeing all the beautiful things I could do with them, it looks like I feel they are just heavy baggage … Why am I dragging  beautiful talents and gifts from God  all wrapped up and on the floor… ?without using them… what a shame… such waste. Wonder if it is telling me about sharing the messages of the dreams …

ANYWAY

GOD GIVES US TALENTS TO USE THEM.

Must not forget about this.

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“A Very Special Interview With Foal” by Nick Wale

You may or may not know this, but “Foal and the Angels” is now on sale. I wanted to get an interview with Foal and show you why this book is a must-buy for your Kindle. Now, I’m not going to give you a sales speech here, I just think you should read the interview and make up your own mind. “Foal and the Angels” is about a journey to understand the great wisdom hidden behind life. Through a series of dreams and insightful messages that provide Foal with some pretty intensive lessons, the mystery of life unravels, and he shares these spiritual discoveries with other seekers.

Q) How would you describe “FOAL and the Angels” in two sentences?

A) It is the story of a boy who has a hundred thousand questions and wants to contact God and the Angels. He receives his answers through incredibly vivid dreams and Angels’ voices. It’s a short fairytale but full of grace and wisdom from beginning to end.

Q) How long did it take you to write to write “FOAL and the Angels?”

A) Well, the dreams and messages were received and typed down in the span of 6 years, but after deciding to write the book, it took me one and a half years.

Q) So, what purpose did you have in mind when you wrote “FOAL and the Angels?”

A) It felt as if I was on a mission. I knew I had to write everything down as it happened, and most of all I knew I had to share with the world these beautiful teachings. They could not be meant for me only. It would make no sense, you see. I could feel the potential of great healing and the potential for inner growth contained in these messages, and I wanted just everyone to have a chance to be exposed to such beauty/wisdom.

Q) If you had the opportunity to get a message across to a lot of people—what would that message be?

A) Nowadays, people tend to feel lonely or they believe they are alone in their inner struggles. I want to tell them that this is far from the truth. We are never alone. Angels/entities/energies/guides, people who passed on or whatever more exotic or fancy names you opt to choose ….other layers of dimensions are literally filled with them, and they constantly look over us and help us strive to finish what we promised ourselves to do here, before incarnating. Well, at least this is my personal view, based on my own experiences in the astral.

Q) Do you ask yourself questions or do you settle for what you know?

A) Well, since the `hero` FOAL is basically me, when you read it, you will see how I do ask many questions, and when I cannot answer them myself, I try to ask… `the Guys above`!! That is basically the story of FOAL and the Angels.

Q) When it’s all said and done—will you have said more or done more?

A) Actually neither. Not in FOAL 1, at least. I think FOAL 1 starts and ends beautifully, meaning this not in a self-praising way, but rather that in the story, there is a thread that starts and ends in a meaningful, `conclusive` way. There were many more experiences I would have liked to share, but they would have been redundant in the story of the first book. Since it is a series, I felt there was no need to rush or to jam too much in one tiny book. The rest will come as it will…!

Q) Which activities make you lose track of time?

A) After a beautiful or insightful dream, I can’t refrain myself from going back to it with my mind, trying to re-live those beautiful moments or trying to understand more fully all the profound teachings I know are in there, although I can’t grasp them all. So I do spend hours thinking about my dreams and their meanings, the messages that are hidden in there, a real treasure chest of truly beautiful and eye-opening insights, and I get so absorbed that I totally lose track of time. Completely lost in astral space, you might say.

Q) What’s your single greatest moment of personal failure? Looking back on it now, did it make you weaker or stronger? What did you learn?

A) My greatest moment of personal failure is something so private, because it concerns one of my kids, that I cannot talk about it here. Nevertheless, I can tell you that yes, I did learn a lot . I don’t know if it made me stronger , but it was a huge incentive for spiritual growth.

Q) Joy is found with simple awareness. What does your joy look like today?

A) My joy is in the tiniest moments of life, in the great happiness I derive from simple moments of love in the family, simple acts or words of appreciation and esteem with friends, or being in communication with nature, with pets and animals in general, and of course with the Angels of my dreams. Really, I don`t believe in a `big` happiness. For me, joy resides in the very, very small, but permeates all.

Q) If your life was a novel, what would be the title and how would your story end?

A) The title? FOAL and the Angels!! The end?? With my being re-born in next dimension of life, unfortunately and unwisely called, for the most part, death.

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`The white crane who doesn`t know it can fly`, a parable-dream

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MAYBE WE ALL HAVE A BEAUTIFUL CRANE INSIDE THAT DOESN`T KNOW IT CAN FLY …… this dream showed me how more often than not we are unaware of our hidden powers, the power to see through the illusion, the power to soar high in our spiritual growth, the power to rise way beyond limitations and restrictions of any sort, or maybe the power to travel through other dimensions in a conscious dream or out-of-body.

There are so many hidden gifts inside us that we are not aware of . Maybe this dream is just about this, teaching us/me how to trust our intrinsic powers, our innate capabilities, how to believe we can actually do very easily what we think we can`t, simply because WE CAN in the first place….. WE JUST DON`T REMEMBER !
I really hope this dream means something to you too, because the message in there is certainly meant not for me only !!

FROM MY DREAM JOURNAL

December 18, 2012 (my Mother`s passing`s sixth anniversary)

I`m looking at a beach with weeds and small bushes here and there, and some small, but predatory, animals hidden in there.
There is a white crane standing.
A few meters away, a man holding by the hand a small child is looking at it….
He is worried of possible dangers hidden in the weeds. He wants it to fly to safety, but doesn’t want to scare it himself, so he just stands there worrying.
The crane doesn’t know it can fly.
I decide to take action and help.
I approach her, make eye-connection to catch her attention and then run ahead of her flapping my arms wildly.
I flap and flap and flap, and next thing I know, I am flying horizontally about one meter or so above the ground. I actually took off!! I am slightly surprised. I look back at the crane.
She seems to get the message and starts flying my way.
As she gets close, she says to me “ARIGATOU” (which in Japanese means `Thank you`) and flies away.
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I woke up happy. But my arms were sore !!! for too much flapping !  incredible! Had I been thrashing in my bed ?? or was it my etheric body feeling so physical ??
(PS I looked much younger in the dream, like a teenager.  And the crane felt it was a She)

Reflections:
At first I thought I was helping a bird to fly, but maybe not.
Maybe the crane is me, one part of me. She is supposed to fly, she has the power to fly, but it looks as if she doesn’t get it, and it`s standing still on the ground.

The man with a child, just standing and looking. He could be another part of me. The `family person` part of me. I can easily identify, actually. Worry worry worry about everybody`s wellbeing, but that doesn`t take me anywhere (the man was just standing still and worrying).

The young me in the dream could be another aspect of me. A younger me, more spontaneous, free-thinking, and acting on intuition or more connected to a Higher Consciousness (Inner Child??). This young part of me doesn’t waste time  and does the only thing in her power to help, that is, show the bird how to do it. It doesn’t matter that she herself can`t fly. She does her best . Her best (imitating a crane`s flight) turns out to be enough.

So, to sum it up:

The Divine part of me, the White Crane, is stuck on the ground, because it doesn’t acknowledge its powers.
The adult part of me (the man with the child), engrossed in daily preoccupations, doesn’t seem to help at all.
The Inner Child in me (the teenager me, watching the scene) goes for it and inspires the Divine Crane to fly, just by imitating it.

I guess some of my friends or Family “ Up There” are sending me a message : “Time to fly!!”

And they are showing me how. Just by flapping my arms, little by little … flap your arms, flap your arms.
Do the small things, the things you can, with focus and in repetition, and you`ll get there. Keep running, go ahead, and you will lift off the ground effortlessly.

Start by imitating, start by believing you can, at least go through the motions, start by playing with the feeling of the wonderful possibility opening itself to you.

KEEP FLAPPING AS IF !

 

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If you love Me, you cannot but see Me (excerpt from `FOAL and the Angels`)

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“Foal, take note of this.

To love Me is to see Me everywhere.

In every ray, in every speck of dust, in every smile, in every tear, in every face.

If you love Me, you cannot but see Me.

Now Foal, you have to write this and spread it to the world, for there is hunger and there is thirst . . . the world is famished for My Word.

This kind of hunger is buried deep, and it goes unnoticed until it explodes within and makes hearts crave.

Hearts pulsate again filled with longing, alive and conscious once more.”

Feeling overwhelmed and a little sullen, Foal muttered under his breath, “And You really think I can do this?”

“You will try and you will see and you will know.

The Words of God have a long way to go.”

And so God Supreme, chuckling to Himself, was gone, once again, somewhere, and Foal didn’t know how to follow.

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“Your job is to remember, to learn to remember, just that.” (excerpt from FOAL and the Angels)

FoalFoto3 PHOTOGRAPHY BY RACHEL BURCH http://www.rachelburchphotography.com/

When I woke up after this dream I was amazed, if not stunned, by the enormity and complexity of the knowledge passed on.
My mind was in a whirlpool, ooohhhh `ing at every bit of the dream I remembered.
And beside the great discovery of the importance of emotions, I felt particularly intrigued and bewildered by the fact that in the span of possibly a few minutes, I had “LIVED” 3 or 4 lives. Like in really `lived`.
But how can I put this experience into words? Because `experience` it was !
It is not possible to express the impossible by human standards.
But since this was one of the most profound dreams I ever had, of course I had to insert it in the story of FOAL and the Angels. Yet although I really tried to express it the best I could, I know that I was not able to give it justice. To give it justice, you`d have to multiply the intensity and profundity of my words by one thousand! 🙂
P.S. In this excerpt of course the subject would be not me, but `he`, that is FOAL, but, as for the rest, I reported the dream exactly as it was. To the tiniest iota !! 🙂

LITTLE DOT DREAM

He was suspended in space, watching this peculiar scene unfolding in front of his eyes in such strange landscape the like of which he had never seen before.
There were these two planes where the action was taking place. One was the “above” plane, like a station platform for arrivals and departures, and the other, the “below” plane, like possibly the Earth plane.
There were many tiny black dots coming and going from one plane to the other in a very busy way, coming and going, coming and going.
He knew he was one of the dots and that all of them, after duly receiving instructions, were kind of diving into this `below` place down there.
Foal could not see who was giving the instructions , but he knew they were the Big Teachers.
When his turn came, they explained to him how once `down there`, his job was to remember, to learn to remember, just that.

They went on warning they will send experience after experience to help him remember, and if he didn`t, they will keep sending the same experience all over again, till he did.

The little dot that was Foal felt certain he had understood all and was quite confident he could do this. Consequently he dived in, incarnating in a life again.
Once there, the little dot did get his share of `experience` , pretty heavy stuff indeed, but felt sure he had managed to learn and remember. He was actually proud he had been able to do his job as told.

Quite happy with himself he went back `Up-there`, and after a short while was sent into another life again.
This time the little dot that was Foal felt pretty cozy and smug inside, knowing that he had overcome the learning `experience` and was looking forward to having an easier life this time around.

But lo and behold! he gets himself exactly the same experience he had thought he had already mastered.
He is so disappointed and surprised at the same time, and cannot understand why.
He had definitely remembered to remember, he felt he had learned his lesson, he had gone through all the hardships and seen through them…. WHY ??
Why did he have to go through it all again ? It was totally unfair.
So when it was his time to go back `Up there` again, he rushed to his teachers and protested :
“I did all you told me to do, why did you send me the same experience all over again ?”

And so the Teachers told him :
“But you have to say it. You have to say it out loud.”

So the poor little dot dived in there again and had to go through the same experience once more, but this time he was furiously thinking and repeating to himself as if in a craze :
“ I have to say it out loud, I have to say it out loud, must remember to say it out loud, otherwise it will happen again, I don`t want it to happen again, I don`t want it to happen again !” and then he shouted, “I learned my lesson well !!”

The watching Foal could not help but laugh.
“It is so totally hilarious watching myself from above “he thought. He considered how the little dot was himself all right, but also how from this vantage point he felt some sort of distance , of space that gave him clarity.
Yet the little dot that was Foal, well, wasn`t he serious about it !!

As his time came and he had to go back “Up there” again, he ran to the Teachers and blurted out in one big breath
“ I learned, I learned my lesson well !
I learned how it is the power of experience and pain that helps us remember, no, no, rather the Power of Emotions most of all.
YES, this is what we have to learn…the Power that strong emotions generate brings us to final understanding and remembering.

And still quite breathless, Foal woke up.
Wow …this Angels` School was getting tough.
His head was in a whirlpool once again, as he was trying to make order of all the various insights flushing simultaneously his mind . His head felt tightly packed with new understandings and totally nebulous at the same time.

Then for an instant the smoggy clouds in his head parted and he saw it. Since the very first, the Angels and God Supreme Himself had been constantly asking him to state his questions out loud, just as the Teachers in the dream had instructed him to do.
Got it, he thought.
For whatever reason, it seems it is of the utmost importance to do so…
Very good to know ! it would spare him quite a few trials , but still he couldn`t grasp the reason why.
“Must remember to ask about this next time I have a chance to”, mused Foal.

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INITIATION DREAM or OBE ?

pond dream painting by ANDREW BOERGER, my dear friend who paints my dreams

When I had this dream, I classified it as a dream and not an OBE, because even if I was making very lucid and rational decisions in there and had a precise agenda, it felt different from the usual OBEs in my room, where I really felt I moved as if I was completely awake. But now, after reading many posts of other fellow astral travelers, I wonder whether it was in fact an astral projection, one that I was not conscious enough to bring back as a memory.
Now I suppose that I`ll let my journal speak again .

January 22, 2008 4-4.30 am (Full Moon in Leo)

I am out in a strange land on a strange long arduous trip in the mountain woods.
We (there is group of us) have to go through many kinds of difficult tests and trials, like an initiation maybe.
There is this very big man with us, our Guide it seems, and he comes and tells me that we have passed the tests and we can go back.
And then he adds :
” But you have to meet someone before you go back.”

He explains how this was a very special Being, but that I had to be very careful, because he was easily scared and may run away.

He goes away for a few moments and comes back with a strange Being indeed, a small man, not human but alike.
He has a long face, jaw a little drooping, eyes kind of clouded, eyelids half closed. His body is a little different too. Long arms limp at his sides, trousers as long as a little below his knees and an open shirt on his bare chest, a little apish in the whole.
At first glance, he looks very shy and as if he is mentally retarded, certainly not an intelligent or smart face, quite the contrary, yet I can feel his intelligence and just seem to know in my heart he is a special Being.

I take much care in moving my arms slowly so not to scare him away, and make some light gestures to start a communication and make friends. I like this guy very much and want to communicate this feeling to him.
He is looking at me, just looking at me, me making all these gestures.
At first, no reaction at all, but then after a few moments, it seems he finally understands some of my gestures and face expressions.

All of a sudden I see his eyes brightening up in understanding .
He looks incredibly happy. He totally glows with joy.
We realize we are actually communicating in Love and friendship; I can see it from his face, and this realization makes me so happy too.
He opens his arms widely and lightly beats his chest in joy in an orangutan-ish sort of way. He gives me a huge smile and gets closer to hug me.
I hug him back in great happiness, with big pats on his back.

I very deeply know and feel I made a friend, a very special one and that I am receiving something very powerful from him.
He cannot speak, it seems, or at least it is a different language, made of some kind of grunts.
But I know it is such an honor I could make friends with him.

And now that all our trials and tests are finished and that I have met this guy, it seems we can finally go back home.

But somebody had mentioned somewhere before in the dream that a young girl had gone missing and it seems she is the daughter of the big man who is guiding us.
I don’t know why, but these words stayed in my mind.

As I am finally leaving to go back home and walking on a dirt path around this little eerie lake-pond, I see a small body floating head down in the water.

It is dark, like almost night, but I can see because of the moonlight.
I can easily see her body floating life-less or conscious-less in the far side of the pond among water plants and weeds beyond a tree which has its roots in the pond.

For a moment, bewildered, I stare at her and wonder why nobody has gone to help her, but then I realize that for some reason nobody else can see her. For one tiny fraction of a second I hesitate, I so want to go home, but I know I must do this, because I seem to be the only one who sees her. So after all it is not over yet, the biggest and hardest trial of all is still in front of me .
The last test before I can go back …

The pond with its dim light looks beautiful and eerie, but so spooky and scary at the same time, with this strange tree rooted in the waters and all the floating weeds and with the body of this girl motionless in the far side of it.

If I dive to save her, I may never be able to make it … just now that we are at the end of the journey…
I look at the pond again.
Then in one quick movement I dive and swim across the reeds and water plants, that look like weeds or kelp.

I start strongly, but after a few strokes I feel my limbs losing strength, going numb.
My arms and legs feel so heavy and it feels like I have to move tons to go forward.
Everything feels as if in slow motion and my limbs are getting heavier and heavier, as if something is strongly pulling me down underwater.
I feel the darkness there. It`s pulling at me.
My mind too starts feeling a great numbness.

I realize I’m losing consciousness and they are dragging me down in the water. It would be the end of all.
For a moment I feel like I’m letting go, it is just too much for me, I feel so tired, I want to let go and go down.
But then I see the girl right in front of me and she is so close to me, just a few strokes.

All of a sudden, I feel a spark in me, some great strength and sense of rebellion arises with a thought “No ! I won’t let them stop me !”, and I literally bounce back and start swimming with such fury, in simply an unconceivable and impossible manner from a human parameter.

I reach to the girl, haul her over my shoulders with superhuman strength, start swimming again with unbelievable power, and when I get to the fence in the middle of the pond (kind of a wooden barricade some 40-50 cm. tall), I literally throw her over it as if she weighed nothing and then haul myself over it in a display of incredible will and strength.

I know I am exhausted, but I move in a fury of Energy.
It is not human strength . It just can’t be.
I swim the last yards with the girl on my shoulder and then throw her on the shore, which becomes a house, her house.

The girl is moving, she is alive but still lying down.

Her father, our big guide, is there and is so surprised and happy.
And I feel so happy too that I had not given in and that I had made it .
I am happy I had finally believed in the power in me .

The thing is though that I know (and must have known in the dream too most probably) that the strength found in myself at the last minute (when I really thought I was going to die), was not really mine, but had come from the encounter with that special Being.

It felt like I had received this special Power from him, that it was given to me at the very end of the journey because it was the very thing I needed to overcome the final test.
But first I had to win his trust .

That was the reason why, but I’m assuming here, the Guide had told me that I had to meet somebody special before being able to go back. I truly HAD to meet him to be able to make it back .

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Now that I am awake I still remember vividly the dread of being pulled down and feeling my limbs go numb, losing strength.

A moment of scare, but overcome.

I remember the pond, so dark and weird and scary looking, but beautiful in its own darkness.

And the sense of euphoria and elation at the end for having made it and saved the girl.

I remember the spurt of willed up Energy with which I made the last feet to the girl and when I hauled her over the fence in the middle of the pond. I was in a frenzy, but I felt the strength and Power in me surging up.

But who was him, the special Being ??

I truly believe it was an INITIATION.
The long arduous trip, the many trials, the trust won and this special Being who gives me the last strength necessary to my last big trial, the sense of Inner Strength, the searching and the goal.
Thank you Lord for this beautiful dream.

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THE MUMMY AND I …a strange OBE

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OK, as probably some of you already know from my other blog posts, my first three OBEs were a mixture of outlandish craziness and freaky attacks with a spiritual tinge.
Now let’s flash-forward some twenty OBEs or more.
After those first three incredible experiences, somehow I seemed to start developing this kind of atypical exit from the body. No sounds, no vibrations, no sleep paralysis (although I did feel indeed great pressure in the air), no foretelling or forewarning at all … just falling deep asleep and opening my eyes in a different kind of atmosphere, but always in my room. And most of the times, once `out there`, I seemed to have this propensity for looking around for lurking `non-benevolent` entities.

For reasons that I can`t fathom yet, this me in that plane (whom I called Big-She-crazy-me) seemed to be able to sense them whenever they were around.
There were times when I could actually see them as vapourish blobs sitting on my bed or in the corridor, and exuding such strong, tangible sense of malevolence that I would feel compelled to put up energy fights and try to `dissolve` them.

Now this OBE is particularly important to me because of a few new `things`that had never happened before, such as an uncommon encounter with a mummy, and meeting my husband in his etheric form too.
Now let my journal talk !
(oh, by the way, in 2008 I still had no idea that these phenomena were called OBEs – or that we had an `etheric` body or any other kind of body for that- so I called them `physical dreams`.)

May 13, 2008 1.30 am.
Physical dream
This time I didn’t even realize the moment of shift, no remembering or feeling of being sucked in, nothing. It was so real and normal. I was `there` and thought it normal, maybe I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep.
On the left side of my bed, I see/sense some kind of Energy form, although I cannot see it clearly. It’s more a sort of vaporish thing.
In all my previous experiences, these `entities` have always been negative and unpleasant, and I always had to fight them to keep them at bay.

My first reaction this time is to see if I can make a sort of normal, peaceful communication, but although I try, it remains completely still and emanates a definite sense of strong malevolence.
So I think `No way ! I`m not going to let it have its way` and then I go on saying out loud quite belligerantly “ OK, if this is how you want it …“
So, still lying in bed, but ready to start to fight, I prop myself up on my elbows and raise my hands in front of me, palms facing outwards, but somehow I feel impeded in my movements. And as I push my hands forward with greater effort, I feel something going out of them. Energy ?? don`t know, but definitely not light, rather something more substantial as … plasma ???
It must be some form of Energy and it is very strong.
As this Energy flows out of my raised hands, I can feel this ‘thing’ or entity recede little by little.
I feel relieved that it`s over so quickly, but then as I think I can get some respite, in the corner of my right eye, I glimpse a very big and white thing that seems to be suspended horizontally in the air over one side of my bed.
I try to turn my face to look better at what it is, but I realize I can’t easily turn my head to the right.

Everything is again so heavy and the air weighs tons.
Besides I am feeling tired from the first bout with the first ‘thing`’, and am not looking forward to another bout in a row.

As I finally manage to turn my head, I see a big white shape in the form of a very big man, but all covered in white bandages, from head to toe.
It is suspended horizontally as if lying down in the air on his right side, and now that I think about it (at that time I didn’t, though) it looked pretty much as one of those mummies we see in museums. It was completely covered in white bandages, I couldn’t see an inch of skin, nor eyes.

Now the funny thing is that this would totally freak me out in normal life, but here the only thing I seem to be thinking, and very nonchalantly I daresay, is that I have to fight off this one too and I don’t enjoy the prospect a bit. I feel tired. I must have used a lot of energy.
But as I start to raise my hands again, `he` extends one bandaged arm forward towards me (his right arm, I think) and leaves it there without any further movement.
In this moment I somehow realize he is trying to reassure me and is maybe asking for help … or support … anyway, he was asking for something and was not hostile. HE WAS NOT HOSTILE !!!
To me the most important thing was that he was not hostile.
IT WAS A FIRST .
So I lower my hands and he SPEAKS !!!!!!
It was a first again; it had never happened before, I was so surprised.

He says in a man’s voice and SO CLEARLY :
”I AM FI-FIAN AND I WILL TELL YOU MY STORY “
(now I think I heard Fee-fee-an, but in my first notes I wrote Fi-ni-an, so now I am a little confused, could be Fee-nian )
As I hear that, I’m happy and thrilled at the same time, and I hurry to take my notebook and pen to make sure to write everything down. (It`s incredible how consciously and lucidly I can think)
It’s amazing !! he talked to me and tried to start a communication !!!
And besides, what is even more amazing is that I do all this while asleep, as if I am awake and move as awake; most probably this time I had not even realized I was asleep or that I had made the shift at all.
To me it was absolutely happening in that moment.

He is just about to speak when my husband unexpectedly (he too in his other body) comes into my room.
He opens the door and says he wants to talk about something. I realize he is not in his real body, that he must be using this other body too, but looks so real though.

As he comes in, `they` disappear in a moment. Then my husband sits on the bed and starts talking to me. I make a joke and pat him on the chest lightly (and could feel it as if in physical reality), and I woke up.
Quite astonishingly later on in the morning at around 6.30 am., he actually came into my room and told me exactly the same thing. EXACTLY THE SAME THING !!! Wow!

As I asked him if he had come around 2 am. to talk to me, he said absolutely not and that I must be joking (!!!!)
So it seems he has no idea he was in another body, he has no recollection at all … then maybe most people are too, when they are sleeping, and just don’t know about it.

This has been extraordinary in many ways.
The first time one of `them` tried to make a decent communication, and then my husband coming into this world too (but apparently he doesn’t know it. It was in another reality that all this happened)
Again this was a typhoon night, very heavy rain. Is it easier for these things to happen in stormy nights for some reason ??
Many of these physical dreams actually happened during typhoons nights.

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“Sharing your Light” Archangel Chamuel , from FOAL and the Angels

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“Sharing your Light, Foal.
What Humans are supposed to do on Earth , share their Light.
And make it ONE.
With such great Resonance that all Universe will be witness to it.

Share your Light with the small and the big, the good and the bad, the base and the lofty.
SHARE YOUR LIGHT.

Humans are mostly concerned with talking of sharing, but rarely do they truly share.
You still don’t see that Light is Information and brings Information.
In sharing Light, you will be sharing Information with All.
You all miss the point in trying to control.
You can never control the Light of another, yet you can share it.”

Foal listened, spellbound.
The Archangel pronounced these last words with such ineffable beauty, Foal felt instantly and totally entranced.
The Great Angel continued:

“God’s Breath is Light .
When Light was infused into your cells, you came to be.
The spark of Life into the cells is Light.
Light is part of your Soul.

Little brains think themselves big.
But the real Source is not in the brain.
The real Source is the Light you hold inside.
The Light you emanate in every action, in every word, in every thought you generate.

Talk to me in the great Silence of your Soul.
Where I come from, you come from.
It is the Source, the very Beginning , the very End.
It is the Soul of the Universe.
It gives Life to All.
It is the Wind of the Universe.
It gives power as energy to all.

Each little rock, meteor, comet.
All is pulsating with Life.
The Breath of the Universe pulsating into it.
The Prana of the Soul, the Prana of Spirit is in everything, EVERYWHERE.

The Life you have in you is part of the Life of All.
It is yours, but not only yours.
It is yours, but it is shared by All.

I am a field of Energy and I have always been around.
I have known you forever and you know who I AM. “

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