“FOAL and the Angels”, a new Press Release

Foal and the Angels

“FOAL and the Angels” is a new book with a fascinating background for devotees of spirituality and self growth. Over the course of five years the author, received a series of insightful messages through his dreams.
Inspired to share the messages and discoveries of his journeys in astral projection, the author weaves the teachings through a semi-fictional narrative. Though the events are real, the book condenses the events to an easy to read story. This book is suitable for any age and makes for profound, yet easy reading.

The story is about spiritual awakening and forms what the author calls “Angels’ School.” It is the story of a boy who asks a thousand questions of God and the Angels. He receives his answers through dreams and insightful messages.

One of the most important lessons Foal learns is how easy it is to look within for guidance:
“What I describe here is almost exactly how it happened, or at least how it was felt and registered in my mind. So is all of this true? I don’t know. How could anyone possibly know? But genuine? Yes. It comes from the heart. The fine line between imagination and inspiration was unknowingly blurred into one of a bigger Truth, becoming a sort of thick pipeline between two different worlds.”

Despite the highly spiritual slant to the journey described within this 128 page book, it’s not necessary to be a spiritual person to gain some mental clarity on life and how to live a successful life in accord with your own nature.
Readers have been very receptive to the book and it holds a full five star rating on Amazon, where reviewers are calling it “healing,” “a simple yet powerful book,” and proclaim that having read it, “Life does make sense after all.”

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Ghost Busting In The Astral! (Shape-shifting-cat OBE)

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After my first three unforgettable OBEs, where I was attacked by ghost-like entities, my projections seemed to fall into this pattern of me `waking up ` in this `other world` in the blink of an eye, getting out of my body without even noticing it, and then going about my house looking out for any possible threat by `above-mentioned ill-inclined` astral entities, and in case `dealing` with them.
For reasons still hard to define, I seemed to turn into a true ghost-buster looking around for these vaporous astral forms and kicking their astral butt if I found any!

I, as the observer me (a much more innocuous me !), was totally mystified by this outrageous behavior and display of such different personality, so I dubbed her `Big-She-crazy-me`.

There were so many of these experiences in my first OBE years that I practically lost count, but to sum it up, it was all about this `she/me` sensing or seeing these negative energies in the house, either on the bed or in my room or in the corridors, and challenging them out.
Sometimes `she/me` would start softly, saying something like  “ I can take you to the Light”, but after feeling strong malevolence coming out of them, she would become incensed and wave her arms in strange movements, cutting the air as if trying to disperse or possibly dissolve them (although I have no idea whether this is possible or not).

Some other times yet this `she/me` would chide them as if they were unruly children and would respond to their bad pranks by telling them that by now they should know they had no power whatsoever over her (aka me!).
A true Vigilante of unruly and extremely annoying and naughty entities.  🙂

At the same time, I couldn`t help but notice how this `she/me` was always very careful in trying not to hurt them, and, as you will see, this uncanny element is very strongly present in this next OBE that I would like to share with you now.
It is a short one, but so vivid and so real that I don`t think I have ever been that real in my whole life !

And by the way, I need to remind you that in 2008 I still had no idea of what was happening to me and … WHY.
So once again, from my Dream Journal:

March 25, 2008   1 am.

God, it was so real. It happened again, right after falling asleep. For the first time I think I knew it was coming… It was more real than ever. So consciously moving and acting that maybe I didn’t even realize my body was asleep. I was so completely `there` inside that other body.

In spite of the weight and the pull of this strange gravity around me that always impedes my movements, I exercised all my strength, and was able to get to the light switch in a relatively short time (very often the `thick` air impedes my movements and it feels like ages before my hand can finally get to the switch).
Yet the light , as usual, didn`t turn on.
But then I realized that I had actually turned the light on, but `they` were there again, on the bed probably, and `they ` were absorbing the light.
This was confirmed by the fact that there was a halo at the edges of my room.

Their obstinacy in trying to infuriate me indeed irritated me and so I pulled the bed light out in order to make a focused beam on the bed (like a flash light) to see if I could see them, but it was too dim. I decided then to do something to bring in more light, like maybe go out of the room or open the door (I don’t remember exactly here) .
By this time I was quite geared up to what I can only define as `teach them a lesson`.
In trying to get to the door I took off my bed covers in the dark and, inexplicably, stood on the bed and took a few steps on the bed itself in order to climb down. ( have no idea why I had to stand on the bed to do this …)

As I took my second or third step, my right foot trod on something soft, soft as … flesh.
Now I seemed to be extremely concerned that I might have stepped on one of them and maybe hurt it , so I hastily lifted my leg up (funny that I care about not hurting them).
At the same time, all the while saying `I`ve got you now`,  my right hand went lightning-quick down to catch it (I really didn’t want to let it get away with this) and, to my greatest surprise, it found …fur…!
Anyway, I grabbed it, and this `thing` literally inserted its fangs deep inside the flesh of my hand, the hand that had caught it .
It was a cat, a very big cat, or it had shape-shifted into a cat, I don`t know.
The weird part was that the fierce bite should have hurt, but it didn’t, not a bit, in spite of the fact that I could feel the very shape of the sharp teeth inside my hand.

Getting angrier by the moment, I got off the bed with this cat held firmly in my right hand -its teeth deeply embedded in my flesh-, and finally got to the door.
And then I went on saying something so barely credible and astonishing and almost embarrassing, that the `little me` observing was totally dumbfounded.
Angry as I was, I yelled out these words exactly :
“You don`t understand that I am Love, Love, LOVE, and I SHALL LOVE YOU !” (this is so incredible , I still can’t believe I said it)
Well, anyway, so much for Love! It must have been Love in its most incensed form ! or a very passionate aspect of Love, to use an euphemism …!

Then I opened the door and one of my dogs Cookie (who died a few years ago) was sniffing around (did it smell `cat` ???).
I was trying to find a way to get rid of this cat, and as I looked down the stairs, I came to the decision of dropping it to the ground floor, but since I didn’t want to hurt it, I looked around for a good spot where it could land safely on its feet. I saw an open space and I dropped it there. Still a bit worried, I looked over the handrail and was relieved to see how nimbly it landed on its four paws.
Then I heard some water splashing sounds coming out of the bathroom, and wondered whether my husband was still taking a bath, and then woke up.

Considerations :
I am getting stronger.
I didn’t even feel the pain of the bite.
In waking up I was not even afraid, and now at almost 2 am., I know I am going to fall asleep again, but am not scared (yay!).
It`s not that I like these experiences, but now I know I can deal with them. In my own way. As I guess I am supposed to do.

YET … why do I go there, why do I HAVE TO go there?
Why is this happening to me??
To show me what ?? to tell me what ??
WHAT IS IT ? `WHY` IS IT ?
At the moment, I can’t see any reason for this or any positive outcome out of these experiences…I fight `them`, call them names, or when sick as I was last year, I am bullied by them…
This gift (is it a gift ???), how am I intended to use it?
DOES IT HAPPEN TO OTHER PEOPLE TOO??

 

 

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The day Water came and talked to me

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Yes, I know, it is quite an outlandish title, but what else could I call it ? That morning, after waking up, I went directly to my family and told them `Water came and talked to me !`.

This was exactly my feeling right after this dream. Honestly, to this day, I still have no clear idea about what message it was supposed to convey to me, yet it was a mindboggling experience, so clear in vision, colors and details. But maybe you should read the dream first before I go on analyzing.

 So, as always, from my old buddy, My Dream Journal.

 June 29  2005   3-4 am.   

WATER MOLECULE dream

 It starts with the scene of two men standing in front of a whitish backdrop.  The one on the right is a” science man “ (for some reason I seem to know this). The man on the left is looking up with a strange expression and I see his face slowly changing into what at first I think is a wolf`s muzzle, but then realize it is more like an elongated beak. The feeling is that something is not right, as if there has been a mistake of some sort.

Then, the scene skips and I find myself in a big factory-like place with many man-made kind of slightly elevated canal-conveyors, lined up in rows and using up the whole room`s space. They reach just below my waist .

I approach one of these tubular conduits and look down.  Water is flowing fast in them, and every other few meters, there are big black metal boxes over the conduits, like bridges or maybe scanners ??? ( like at Airports).

The feeling I get is that when water passes under them, its structure is somehow changed.

I am standing right by their side looking down puzzled at the rapidly flowing water, trying to understand what I am being shown.

Suddenly, right from the flowing water itself, an image jumps out and gets bigger and bigger in front of my eyes. Almost like a hologram (some 20 inches in height).

 It is water but in a shape I have never seen before.  It looks like a bunch of grapes and each grape (the berry part) is a little spinning water ball. The water balls are crystal clear and spinning clockwise.

They are spinning at incredible speed and I can clearly see the water spinning inside; well, this is not the best description maybe, since the  little balls themselves are made of water, they ARE water.

And of all things I could be thinking of in this moment, the only thought that seems to cross my mind is that the incredible speed they are spinning at must be the reason why water is not spilling out.

I am so rationally thinking in this dream, quite incredible, as if I were awake.

 Now as I look better, on top of the water grapes there is a kind of… how can I describe it… little roof, or maybe lid, over it. It has a strange shape.  It is a thin and rectangular-shaped kind of lid (some 1-2 inches in length) with something smaller and of round shape on top of it. Both are of darkish / reddish brown color.  And for some strange reason, these lids don`t feel right.

 I am stunned at this kind of eerie hologram image floating and spinning right in front of my eyes, and get even more stunned when it starts speaking to me in what can only be called `great distress`.

It says these strange words in such heart-breaking anguished tone:

“Look at my face! Look at what they`ve done to me”.

 It is undeniably an SOS call. In the dream I don`t seem to have any doubt about this. Water is reaching out to me for help… but … to me …?? What on earth could I ever do to help?  Why does it come to me of all people?

 All these thoughts seem to rush simultaneously into my mind and yet I have the uncanny feeling that `Water` is telling me, as if `it` thought I were in a position to help, or had the power in me to help, which I have not.

Should I tell somebody then? but who ? and tell what ?

 Incredible as it may seem, I was this lucid and conscious in the dream, speculating rationally on what Water could ever expect of me and of course questioning my powers to help.

But the feeling in the dream was of something gone very, very awry.  Water was emanating this feeling of great worry and concern, as if it was telling me “ What shall we do now ? how do we deal with this?”  Something had indeed gone very bad and I could feel people’s awareness (although I didn`t see people around) getting very worried.

 At this point I woke up.  Maybe my too much `thinking` in the dream made me too conscious and I woke up.

 REFLECTIONS:

Well, I have reflected a lot about this, but still cannot come up with a `makes-real-sense-to-me` answer.

What was it all about ? what can I make out of it ?

I even did some random Google search, hoping to find inspiration, but could not come up with anything that gave me any worthy idea, yet I did find out that the water molecule has indeed the structure of a cluster, very much like the cluster of vine grapes I had seen in the dream !!!  To me, this finding was dumbfounding and astounding and totally flabbergasting. I was pretty much rendered speechless .

I have also been thinking of the 2011 Fukushima nuclear disaster, and all the contaminated water they are still dumping in the sea to this day.  So, is it about contaminated water? But at the same time, in the dream there was a sense of experiments gone awry. It was quite a strong feeling, yet at the moment I still cannot make sense of this.

If anyone among my readers had any suggestions, they would be welcome !!

As a final word … Whenever I see water in any form now, even after so many years, I can`t help but remember what an uncanny and beautifully eerie shape it had in my dream. And I am so very thankful for this unexpected visit ! ♥

 

 

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From the Spiritual Realm … “FOAL and the Angels” , an interview by Nick Wale

 

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I would like to share this interview about FOAL and the Angels by Nick Wale. I loved the questions and it was fun answering them. 🙂  So here is what Nick says and asks :

Foal Revealed! An Inspiring Interview With Foal          by nickwale

A Conversation With FOAL

Author of FOAL AND THE ANGELS—Wisdom Comes Through: A Journey of Understanding

FROM THE SPIRITUAL REALM

Nick : I would like to begin by asking where the ideas behind FOAL and the Angels came from? What was your main inspiration?

FOAL : Well, you start with the most controversial question for me! Truth be told, the story of this book was given to me practically during my sleep and during meditation. And sometimes it was even whispered in my ears  by invisible friends… not joking here! If you asked me about some particular sentences that I remember well, I could even tell you which ear it was, left or right!  So I am afraid I don’t really have a main inspiration. All these incredible `teaching` dreams were the inspiration in themselves, and a gift at the same time. Yes, a gift! From whom, you ask? Well, THAT is the question, right?  But does it really matter if they were Angels or God or a Collective Consciousness or simply my subconscious? They are beautiful and so wise and they hold a huge and profound lesson of growth and potential for everyone. At least so I hope.

Do you have a specific writing style?

Honestly, I don’t know if I have a `specific` style, I have never even thought about it. I just write the only way I know!

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

Yes. And I am very passionate about this. At night, but not only at night, we do have a chance at communicating with other layers of dimensions and of course with the inhabitants of those dimensions.  If we are willing to give it a real try and keep an open heart, this is an avenue open to practically anybody because everybody dreams, right? Of course, this is not something I can prove to you rationally, but if you asked any real dreamer or OBE (out of body experience) traveller, they will all tell you the same thing.

Now, since I am really no scientist, I can speak only from some very personal experiences, but I know that with the quantum theory we are closing up the gap between science and spirituality, and am pretty sure that in a very near future, many of the so-called spiritual theories will be well vindicated by science itself.

What books have most influenced your life?

Well, I love the Bronte sisters and Daphne Du Maurier in particular, especially if we talk of writing styles.

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

In this very moment of my life, I would choose Robert Moss, as I feel very close to his way of looking at dreams, astral travels, other dimensions and besides, I really love the way he writes. Pure poetry in prose.

What books are you reading now?

I am skimming a few of Swedenborg`s books right now, and just started perusing the Upanishads.  But don’t worry! I also read lighter stuff like Harry Potter, Twilight, etc!

Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.

Entity? Do you mean a person or invisible entity?  Before the publishing of FOAL and the Angels, a few friends were very supportive indeed with all the reading/editing stuff, but more recently, Anthropology Professor Marco Pardi and inspirational author Denise Barry showed me the greatest support in helping spread the word.

However, if you`re asking about invisible entities… well, as far as I am concerned, there were very many!

Do you see writing as a career?

I didn’t start writing to make a career. Writing is something I enjoy doing, and in FOAL and the Angels’ particular case it really felt as if it was requested I shared my experience with others.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything about your book?

No, I couldn’t change anything. In fact, I put a lot of effort in trying not to change anything at all, and focused on reporting exactly the dreams and voices as the experiences they were for me.

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

I have been writing poems since I was ten, so I guess that is when it originally started.

Who designed the cover?

I really like my book cover. It was designed by professional designers at Turning Stone Press. They sent me a few to choose from, but this one was just too perfect to be true!

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

To find the right ‘personal/impersonal’ thread to stitch all the dreams and messages together into the format of a fairytale, without making it too private.

Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

‘Learn anything’ is definitely an understatement. I learned so much I could hardly put everything in any book. But to sum it up, I daresay that it taught me how to live in a more conscious way; it taught me that every little action counts, every thought we have is of the utmost importance, every insignificant word makes a difference, and we must not let these moments pass us by unconsciously. We are here to live every moment.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

Don’t ever let yourself believe you are alone in this world. Actually, there is quite a crowd indeed of, so to speak, ‘imaginary’ friends around us all the time!

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You can connect with FOAL on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/FoalAndTheAngels) or his blog (https://spiritualjourneyofthesoul.wordpress.com/)

 

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We are not all given the same things~ The Souls’ Race dream

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Again allow me to share a page from my little book “FOAL and the Angels” to talk about something that is very close to my heart …the seemingly unfairness of life. Mmm, that`s a heavy topic, and I guess most of us can relate. Why is it that some people seem to sail through life as easily as a breeze, while others have to toil about and struggle to simply breathe some air ?
I don’t presume to have all the answers, because I have not, but I know that dreams have helped me deal with this in an unambiguous and uncanny way.
For instance, when I `received` this dream , which I called `The Souls` Race`, I had been in a place, a mind-place, where I could hardly think of anything else. `Why has it to be all so unfair?`

And as it goes, a few nights later I got this `clarification` dream, a huge, HUGE `Teaching Dream`. It always baffles me how dreams are able to impart teachings in such way that they seep down under our skin in such unassuming and yet uncannily profound way.
How do `they` do it ? how do we do it ? Is it our brain, our subconscious, our Higher Self, is it God or the Angels, or is it our mind … but yet, what exactly IS our mind ?? Well, again and most unfortunately, I don’t know. But I know that when I get a dream like this, I feel like I KNOW (true capital letters).

I feel like I don’t have the answers, and yet I KNOW.

I KNOW somewhere else than my mind, I KNOW in a place inside me that I haven`t found yet, a place still mysterious and inaccessible yet to me.

My mission in life is to find this place of KNOWLEDGE, the place or part of me that KNOWS.

So, why do we suffer in such way? I asked.
And there in my head I heard it so very clearly ( right !…forgot to tell you that I hear voices in my head, lol!) … a quick and laconic answer:

`YOU SUFFER , BECAUSE YOU COMPARE`

Wow, that gave me pause. I think my heart skipped a beat. This statement alone had the power to stop my thinking process for a few moments.

We know Truth when we hear it. And yet … can we live without comparing ? Can we ?

If we didn’t know the others` lot, would we be more accepting of our own lot ? If  we could stop comparing what `others` have or what we had `before`,  could we finally concentrate on the joys hidden in this very moment of Life?

Does a plant in the desert long for a better life, does it long to live by a riverside
warm in the daytime cool at night   with a rainfall every week or so,
and butterflies or bees visiting her petal brows …..

But can we long for something we have never seen,
can we complain for having not                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              something we have never known to exist
Does a plant have its own world of dreams …….

But I digress… :-), here is the dream ! (excerpt from FOAL and the Angels):

THE SOULS` RACE

“From above, Foal could see the sea and a large sandy beach. A race was going on. People were all racing on the sand toward the same goal, but in an odd way.
They were not starting all together, and in addition to that, each of them had to do some different steps and chores on the way to the goal.
Some of them had to pick up something with their mouth; others held a huge heavy package with both hands on their belly, while still others had their hands free and no burden at all. A few were holding strangely shaped objects and doing strange things that Foal didn’t fully understand.

Some others seemed to be bound together at the leg so they had to run in pairs, and some had to pick up something from the ground on the way to the finish line. But then some guys were running unencumbered and didn’t have to play any strange games.
Foal was baffled. It looked so unfair. The most amazing thing to him was that they were not even all starting at the same time. On top of that, a few looked like they started several yards ahead, and others began a few yards behind the starting line. Foal couldn’t understand the rules of this race. What kind of game was this? Was nobody there setting any decent rules?
Foal woke up bewildered an utterly incredulous. He knew what he had seen and understood what he had been shown, but he just could not accept it.

It represented a concept staggering to his mind and he felt himself rebelling against it.
`God! It is so unfair !`he exclaimed.”

Reflections :
Well, after this, FOAL goes on, recalcitrant and resisting as he was, being vastly lectured on life`s “unfairness” by the story-character of God Supreme, who literally gives him a great piece of His/Her Universal Mind ! 
But for the moment I`ll leave it at this. Wouldn’t want to spoil the book for you !;-)  (Please, please understand that I’m not trying to boost sales here. It is so totally not in my character and I am just teasing ;-).  No need for you to buy the book…that is ….unless you are truly interested in it)

Now, back to our reflections …                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                So, if we can’t have all the cake, the trick may lie in endeavoring to make our own little cake along the way, step by step, or baby-step by baby-step.

Some people have more, some people have less, or that`s how we see it.  But we all have our own gifts for sure. We must accept we are not all given the same things.  However, they can be improved on.

And THAT is the true beauty of it, that is what makes so precious whatever it is that we are given and why we should not belittle what we have.
Let`s cherish what we have, let’s not look at what is lacking, but what is so full there.  Yes! my mind says “Let us stop comparing!”…

Thinking about it doesn’t seem so difficult after all, and yet …. why does it prove to be such a huge trial ?

 

 

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“Go inside……

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The Angel of NOW ( from “FOAL and The ANGELS”)

“Foal, this is the Angel of Now.
I am a feminine energy, because I talk of Home.
To be in the Now is to be HOME.
Do you not see… when your thoughts wander, when you are distracted, when your worries take you to a future that still does not exist in your life, there is nobody HOME.
When your guilt or regrets or nostalgias take you to a past that has ceased to exist in your life, there is nobody HOME.
Your body feels like a shell – nobody HOME.

BE HOME. Be in there, be in that moment, be in your body.
Inhabit your Soul-place, inhabit your Soul-body. Be there in each Now.
That is the meaning of Now.
To be HOME is the moment of Now.
Be present in your body, fully inhabit your vessel. Inhabit your cells.
Be HOME.
When I knock on your door, I expect you to be HOME.
Welcome guests arrive when you’re HOME. Waiting on them is your greatest pleasure. They come from afar; they wish to find you HOME.
You are “Who-you-Are” when you are HOME.
HOME is your center.
HOME is the center of the Universe, center of you that is God.
Foal, will you be home for me?”

 

 

 

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`How a Crystal sings in other dimensions`, an enchanted Out-Of –Body Experience

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Since most of my early OBEs were mainly about having `energy bouts` with some unkind astral entities, this beautiful experience was a welcome change and made me see how inspiring and mind blowing OBEs could be. There is indeed so much more to the astral than meets the eye, and I am finding out more with each new experience.

I value these experiences so much. The most transcendent moments of my life happened in dreams. The sense of connection with some part of me which is Higher and wiser, and with all the rest of Creation, the incredibly vivid landscapes, the living colors and sounds, and all the Love poured out in there are to me pure sublime experiences.

In 2006, when this particular experience took place, I still had no `OBE` term in my vocabulary, so I used to call them `physical dreams` to make a distinction from my `normal` dreams.

Now, once again, from my Dream Journal….how I met an old tiny but powerful friend…:

 

June 9, 2006    11.30 pm.     Almost Full Moon

Just after falling deeply, so deeply asleep.

Again one of those `asleep experiences` I call “physical” dreams . They usually start from the same position I am in bed and everything is so REAL and it feels exactly as if everything is happening in my room and in that very moment. 

 So I am sleeping in my bed, when M.S. (my good and huge friend from Germany) comes and sits by the side of my bed on a small chair that is not actually there in `waking reality`.  He is wearing a white drape-toga-like-garment, with short sleeves with a slit, and long to his ankles, with a loose rope at the waist.  I sit up on my bed in one smooth movement , leaving effortlessly and so nonchalantly  my physical body behind (and asleep !).

I am a bit surprised to see him. What is he doing here ? `How` is he here ?

I see that on his arm he is wearing a thin and simple one-string bracelet with just one small crystal in the middle. The crystal looks so tiny on his big arm. He starts telling me a bit about his trip with his wife I.Z. in Europe , and then quite suddenly he says :

“ But you must listen to this “

And he slowly lifts his arm and puts his wrist, where the bracelet’s crystal is, to my ear and, to my great astonishment, I hear the most incredible and beautiful sound …!

  The Crystal is singing …! It is literally singing into my ear …

Such a trill, so pure, so high, so full of joy. Pure joy.

A very high and strong sound, like the trill of water turned into music, into a stunning melody.

 

It was strange. It was definitely one sound, but it felt and sounded like a symphony .

I have never heard anything like it, and I can`t explain in understandable words how unearthly it was.

The feeling that it was singing for me was intimate and wonderful, full of Love and Joy at the same time.

Like meeting an old friend again after a longtime …

 

The trill sound goes on, possibly for a few minutes, and it gets stronger and stronger , higher and higher until it starts hurting the inside of my ears; still it is so beautiful, that I do not want to acknowledge the starting discomfort. Until I do… but I don’t remember well here.

Next thing I know, M.S. is not there anymore, and I am walking in my room in this `other` body, and my room is the same but also slightly different. As I look around, I see a plant in a vase on a high shelf near a little window (which is actually not there in my real room).

It is a luscious , beautifully green plant with, at the end of its 3 long thick leaves, 3 big buds of flowers, or fruits (??). They look like parts or extremities of the leaves themselves. (Maybe a tropical plant ??)

The curtain of the little window is half drawn and from there suffused golden light is shining on the plant. It is actually an amazing sight, so surreal. Like it is snowing golden powder of Light on it. It looks as if particles of gold are floating over its leaves. It feels so beautiful and peaceful . Yes, especially peaceful .

 Then, close to it, I see another vase, more rectangular in shape, with a plant which instead has been cut to the very stem. Yet from the soil I can see so many new buds or stems coming out again, stronger and stronger. I look at it in a stupor. I know I am being told/shown something important. As if life that had been cut, comes back again and again, stronger and stronger. Indestructible.

 I wake up with these images burnt on my retina, so vivid in my eyes .

 

 Reflections:

The whole dream was full of good Energy and a wonderful feeling. (and by the way, so glad that this time I didn`t need to be my usual ghost-buster self 🙂 …)

First, the Crystal Song, then the 3 big buds with golden light shining on them, and then Life always re-generating itself, even if cut down.  Yet, I’m still amazed at the sound of the Crystal . I could hear it so clearly, so distinctly, so real.

 I have never heard anything more beautiful or powerful.

The first trill reminded me of the Water trill-sound Arjuna (a sound artist I know) makes. Arjuna’s Voice of Water. Then it became much stronger than that, and more like a one-sound symphony (which in human terms doesn`t make sense) ; and at one point my ear could not take it anymore…

I realize our ears are not ready for such pure sound yet.

And the suffused light powder, like miniscule golden flakes outpouring Love essence, this Divine feeling …  a strong sense of sacred again. This has shown up so often of lately, both in my dreams and in this kind of strange experiences.

The sense of SACRED. Of pure sacred beauty, of Love, of peace.

Of course ,  I woke up in a bliss.

 

 

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“Life is….

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“LIFE IS A DEED OF TRUST”

“GOD TRUSTED YOU WITH LIFE”

When I first received these words, I was totally overwhelmed by the sheer power of the statement.

Just a few syllables, but enough to turn my world upside down.

You see, as it happens, I was raised in a catholic culture and for many years went to catholic school, where it was obligatory to take religion classes.

If memory serves me, in all those classes, I was always being taught I had to trust in God, to trust He knows better, to trust He knows all, to trust He will take care of me, and so on. Not once had I heard that God trusted me, not only that, but that He trusted me with LIFE !!!

This statement was to me as mind-blowing as eye-opening, mm, more than that, make it heart-opening. It opened my heart, completely and irrationally, it opened the way to the knowledge that comes through the heart.

As it is, rationally, I couldn’t quite follow, but deep inside me these profound sounds resonated like a booming truth, like nothing else had before.

All those many hours of religion classes wiped away in one clean stroke !

And then, when I was still struggling to follow and absorb, there came the final statement:

“YOU WERE BORN BECAUSE YOU WERE TRUSTED”

…………….. Second wave of blissful astonishment washing over me … I was born because I had been trusted …. ??? WOW!!

My mind felt like splitting open like the Red Sea in an effort to absorb this new kind of knowledge in all its profundity. I needed to spend some time alone with these words, some quiet time alone with these words.

I closed the door of my room and meditated. I needed some time to digest all this, I felt the need to make it mine, to pull its essence /teaching/truth into every fiber and cell of my body. And to see where it was taking me. 

And then, for the first time, I really kind of saw it.

Just as God had trusted me with life, He was also trusting me now with the writing of this little book, `His` little book.

All He was gently imparting to me in dreams and waking meditations could not be meant for me only; I could not be given all this and not share it.

He was telling me this was part of the LIFE He had trusted me with.

How could I let His trust down?

I think this is the very moment when FOAL and the Angels was conceived, as a book , I mean, and not as a bundle of uncoordinated pages of messages and dreams .

 

 

 

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SLEEP PARALYSIS…how I always fought it (had no clue it was the harbinger of an OBE)

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“Again, it`s happened again. As I fall asleep, I feel as if I shut my extremely heavy eyelids and fall into a tunnel of deep sleep. Then a mini-second later I re-open them and `there` I am , in this strange `atmosphere` ! It feels like gravity has become a millionth time stronger, and it is very dark around me and the air feels heavy, as if somebody is trying to hold me down, to pin me down, and the whole of me resists it and fights back. And although it takes enormous effort on my part to move even only one inch, I always seem to win this strange inexplicable battle and start moving around on my bed and in my very bedroom as if I were totally awake and conscious. Strangely enough, although at first I need all my strength to be able to move my arms and body, once I start moving, I can move and glide at extreme speed”.   

These are words from my Dream Journal of some ten years ago….when I could not explain what was happening to me at night.

In my search for an explanation I started buying books on dreams and related topics in the hope of finding something similar to my own experiences.  And I  did indeed bump into the word OBE or Astral Projection several times, but I always dismissed it because of the associated symptoms of being paralyzed (as in Sleep Paralysis), of hearing loud noises or buzzing, of having strong vibrations all through your body, or else seeing strange visions at times demonic, ghostly etc.

I simply could not relate to any of it, since none of this had actually ever happened to me, except maybe for the demonic ghostly visions, but at that time, more than visions, they were more like energy fields kind of `fighting` me, or at least this is how I processed it at the time.

So, unfortunately, I discarded too quickly the possibility that I was having out of body experiences, and went on searching. What a waste of time, I must say.  This is actually the reason why it took me five long years to find a book that made me finally realize that I needed look no further, and that what I was experiencing were indeed out of body experiences.

Until a few months ago, before joining some Astral Groups and Forums, I would have sworn that I had never experienced Sleep Paralysis before an OBE, but reading many of my fellow travelers` posts made me realize that in truth, possibly, I had.   In fact, what I have just described in the very first paragraph of this article was, in all probability, exactly `it`. Or, at least, a version of it.  

The fact that I had never felt paralyzed, not once, neither completely nor partially, and that I had never heard loud noises or had any vibrations/buzzing of any sort had been keeping me off-target, but now, with all my new friends` experiences to learn from, I knew better.

I could see how the darkness and the feeling of being pinned down was exactly what most people were also describing in their experiences. My own personal experience may have been a bit uncharacteristic , but at the end of the day, we were describing the same phenomenon.

The only thing that seemed to make a difference was that for some reason I was fighting it so hard that, as a result, I was always moving, if only by inches, so that I never regarded myself as in a state of paralysis at all.

I don’t know how unusual /rare it is for a newcomer, like I was ten years ago, not to have Sleep Paralysis, vibrations or sounds of any kind, yet by now I know there are many more like me.

 Oh! how I would have loved to find in all those books I bought years ago at least some paragraphs dedicated to experiences like mine, that is, not totally orthodox.

It would have saved me for certain many a troubled nights.  🙂

 

 

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

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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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