THE CRYSTAL CAVE , a dream

 

Crystal Cave ART BY ANDY BOERGER

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” I know this place. I am in a huge cave which is all made of crystals, the walls, the roof, and even part of the ground beneath my feet.

In the middle there is a pond. The water is terse and reflects its greenish-emerald hue onto the whole cave. The light itself is of a beautiful greenish hue. Raising my eyes, I can`t see any tiny patch of sky, there is no place where the dim light could come from, but it pervades all.  So eerie, so beautiful, it mesmerizes me.

The pond is full of crystals of different sizes and shapes. Some of them are so big that they jut out of the pond`s surface.  Down from the water`s depths up to its surface.  Big, huge crystals of different shapes.  And in the middle of the pond there is a low stone bridge. I turn to look around me. Everything seems made of Crystals, except for the natural rock pathway I am standing on and this rock bridge.  It is utterly beautiful and sacred here. I can see a small waterfall on the far side. I love its sound, so joyous and relaxing.  My cheeks are caressed by the vibrations sent out by the myriads of crystals.  It feels like I’m among family. I know them all. I am back, I am in my center.

Then the scene blurs and shifts.  I see an elderly man standing on the bridge in a long robe. I hear a humming sound coming out of his chest. He holds a sword.  He looks somehow like the images I have seen of Merlin, but as I look at him he changes into a woman. She is the Lady of the Crystal Lake. Now she is the one holding the sword.

They are two, but they look like one to me, or maybe they move like one. They move in an indescribable way, almost like a wave. They come as one towards me.

The man’s face tells me of Wisdom, the Lady ‘s tells me of Integrity.

But as they get close to me their faces melt in Love and understanding. They know me. I know them. There is not even need for trust or to trust. I know them. The feeling is so absolute it goes beyond trust. I know who they are.  They pull me into a fierce embrace, and the feeling is of melting in this sense of Peace they emanate. A Peace That IS.  I look up in their eyes and see me reflected there and I feel I know who I AM.

I then pull back a little and put my question to them .  “How can I meet the departed souls in a loving way ?”  I am not sure who answers first or if they speak together, but I hear:

“ It is an extremely intense job. Go slowly. Prepare yourself.

Do not rush but keep the Heart open to any possibility that presents itself.

It will present itself.

Do not shy away, be the pure core of your being.

Talk to them in the only language recognized by all, Love.

They need to trust you before they can follow the lead.

And when the Light is seen, remember you must keep clear of it.

It is a Light that gets lost at times, but can be found again as they get ready to accept it.

Show them the steel that is covered in Love. That is called Integrity.

Show them that fear can be conquered by Love, and that is called Wisdom.

Then let the Beauty of the Soul shine, and that is called Pure Radiance, the Light of God.”

Now they have this little blue crystal box with a sword carved on the lid. There are serpents around the sword. They hold it towards me and as I open it, the crystals around us start singing. It feels like a symphony but it is actually one very high tone.

From the box, of its own will, a many-arm-3D Star floats out.  It is so bright and there are shining sparks around it.  It is ALIVE. It holds Life.  I don’t dare touch it yet. It floats in mid air in front of me irradiating so much Divinity and Love.

I can’t take my eyes off it, yet I know I still cannot touch it, but I also somehow seem to know that I can touch the box that holds it.  It is not for me yet, but it will lead me on.  It floats back into the box and as the lid closes, I can finally hold it to my Heart.

This is the key to my inner dimension, the Star will lead me here again.  I feel deep Peace at this thought and bask in this moment.  I feel unity, but cannot define this feeling .  Godhead is with me and I know I cannot lose it.”

 As I awake and come back to Earth and to my room, I am so grateful for this wonderful dream and I know that whatever I choose to do with the gift, they will not judge me.  They will be looking after me from that place inside that is connected with All.  They trust me.  Just like that.  A part of me is astounded at such Trust, but I have the feeling that I shall be back and meet them again and again.

 

 

 

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Whales` and Dolphins` synchronized water-dance Lucid Dream

PAINTING BY ANDY BOERGER http://andysart-andyboerger.blogspot.jp/

In my life I have had the joy of experiencing vividly beautiful dreams, uncanny out of body experiences, and truly insightful hypnagogic visions, but the lucid dream experience had always eluded me … that is, until now. The other night I was blessed with a taste of such incredible human experience, and although it lasted for only a few minutes, I am still so happy and mystified that it happened at all.

This infinitesimal moment of lucidity proved to become the catalyst for one of the most astounding spectacles I have ever witnessed and it bestowed such  gift I shall be forever grateful for.

So, here is my wonderful one-moment-lucidity dream story or actually dream vision from my Dream Journal!!

OCTOBER 23, 2013

 I was having a normal dream, which was getting more and more boring (don’t even remember it well). For some reason, the me inside the dream got really, really fed up and at one point shouted out loud:

“C’mon!! Show me something beautiful !!”

Just as I said this, the image changed completely.

 I am now looking at the blue ocean from somewhere above. And in front of my eyes there is an incredible seascape. On the left I see the shoreline with a beautiful sandy beach, and on the right is the blue ocean.

Now on the left area of the ocean I see a beeline of whales basically `standing` with their bodies half out of water and spraying water up in the air from their mouths. There must have been 30, 40 of them, more maybe. They were all standing in this position half body out, and spraying water upward at the same time.

More on the right, I see another row of whales (but of another type, these were humpback whales), and the first whale is jumping out of the sea on the right side, thumping the ocean surface with a massive  splash . I can see the surf surging upwards. Then next whale, this time doing the same thing but on the left , and next whale to the right, and the next one to the left, and this goes on and on, right, left, right , left for some 20, 30 whales if not more…

 A kind of synchronized swimming in order to make this exquisite dance of water sprays.

So from up in the sky where I am, I see on the left side of the ocean this row of standing whales spraying water upwards, and on the right this row of whales jumping one after the other out of the water alternately on the right and left.  It is an out-of-the -world view to behold ! all this beautiful water show of sprays !  and all these beautiful creatures ! Then as I zoom up on the `standing` row of whales on the left, I can see their faces from closer and realize that the first 20 or so were whales indeed, but the second half were dolphins, although they were almost as big as the whales .

Can you imagine this picture ??

This magnificent extravaganza of whales swimming, jumping, splashing, all the time making huge sprays of water, either from up their mouths or by jumping/falling onto the water, and on two different rows and going on for miles !!! a sort of synchronized water-dance show displayed for my benefit, and it seems at my request !!!

I couldn’t believe my eyes. To say that my dream-jaw dropped is an understatement!!!  I came back to normal consciousness too soon  indeed, but woke up in pure euphoria and gratitude for this incredible spectacle and performance they put up for me. After all, I had requested `something beautiful `, right??!!! And they gave me more than I could have imagined or ever hoped for!!!

Too bad that it lasted only for a few moments and that even after this inspiring experience  I can`t yet say I have had a full-scale lucid dream – at least to this day.

Nonetheless, we get what we get, and let`s be happy and grateful for what we receive, and graceful about it 🙂 !

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Astral Tree Hugging, Unexpected Guides and Superman flying OBE

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This time I shall just let my Journal talk, since I am still pondering on the very many meanings and teachings of this OBE.

April 19, 20014   1~3 am? (Holy Friday night)

Before sleeping, I had given intent to meet my Guides, or the Guide who was most important for me at the moment.
It starts as a dream.  At one point I see me lying down supine on a huge belt conveyor that is moving backwards at tremendous speed (which means I am going backwards too, can’t actually see where I am going).
Here I become conscious and for some reason think “This is a wonderful chance to get out of body!” (although it beats me why I thought so )
So, as I`m moving backwards at incredible speed, in order to facilitate the process of getting out of body I raise my arms backwards like in Superman style but belly up (again have no idea why this would be facilitating the process).

Anyway, I can really feel the moment of detach.
It starts from my fingertips and hands, then arms and then my torso tilted at 45 degrees and smoothly getting out of the body as if it were a glove. I actually remember seeing my `fingers` (astral fingers) getting out of my physical fingers, exactly like a glove (but it was the dream body, right, I was getting out of , so that would be a third body (wow!)??).

I start flying up at great speed, higher and higher, yet still belly up !! I kind of like it, but realize this is not the most comfortable of positions, and also that I am actually flying like Superman, and just as fast as he would ( had never done it before). The thing is I need to change my belly up position to belly down position and at that speed I am not sure I can do it. I decide to try, and in fact I succeed in easily turning myself down and start flying like a proper Superman ! YAY ! The only difference would be that my fingers are stretched out and not curled in fists !!
I enjoy going at great speed up and down, here and there for fun, although must say that I don’t remember seeing any beautiful panoramas or views , just the blue sky and white clouds.

Now at some point here I very lucidly remember that before falling asleep, I had given intent to meet my Guides, and so I say out loud `I want to meet my Guides!`
Just as I say this, I am propelled straight up, vertically up, higher and higher at extreme speed. All of a sudden I stop and find myself squashed to a huge trunk of a huge tree, pretty much like a fly on a wall but face to the wall. I am confused at first.

I look at this tree and then look around. There is a whole forest of these trees. They look  like Redwoods, but they are maybe more than 200 or 300 meters tall. I can’t actually see the bottom. The trunk I am compressed to is maybe 2 meters in diameter (not that big in proportion to the height).
Then as I look back at the tree trunk, trying to get an `understandable` grip of all this, it hits me .

“OH! I SEE !!!! The Tree is my Guide !”
And for some reason, this seems to make sense to me, that a tree could be my guide (I have always loved trees since I was child, even calling them my brothers).

A sense of Love and gratitude and joy springs up from inside me and I hug the tree, truly embrace it.
And I hug it with both my arms spread wide and my face turned to the left (right cheek on the trunk).
Now, as I am in this position, just a few inches on the left, I see a wooden cross hung or stuck to the tree, not big, maybe some 30 cm., with the Christ on it (similar to one I have home).
Now, and I don’t know how to explain this, this really surprises me; I am completely, completely taken aback.
It is so unexpected. I just can’t seem to process/download/accept it in my mind.

Then I turn a bit on the right, and again very close to me, there is a small image of Mary.
I feel double-shocked, also again I am totally taken aback. I didn’t expect this either.
Of course it is not that I don’t appreciate this, rather quite the opposite. To me, they are quite a bit beyond …`guides`.
I am so surprised because I had asked to meet my Guides, and funny as it sounds, while meeting the big tree as a guide didn’t surprise me a bit, it seems I was not able to make sense of Jesus and Mary being there ….as my Guides?? … always imagined Guides more like ex-people or ex-BIG-people lol.
Or maybe I wonder whether They (Jesus and Mary) were there just as symbols, since there were only images of Them after all.

Well, anyway, don’t know if it was because of the shock of not being able to process this , but it`s either I don’t remember what happens next or I just fell into a dream. Actually I vaguely remember spending the rest of the night tumbling from one dream into another !

Not sure what to make of all this yet, but I woke up so happy of having succeeded in becoming conscious and in remembering my intent and in flying Superman -style (loved it !!). And most of all, of course, happy of meeting my … Guides !! but honestly, not one of Them was close to anything I would have expected.

PS. In the beginning of the dream when I became conscious/lucid, for some reason I thought that speeding backwards was a chance to get out of body … have no idea why I thought so.

So maybe, I guess, there are other parts of me or other me-s who know things I don’t know or, at least, don’t remember.

 

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

IMG_5259PHOTOGRAPHY BY RACHEL BURCH  http://www.rachelburchphotography.com/

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

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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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NO-MAN`S LAND… dream or Astral Journey ? Whatever ! I met my Mom in Spirit land !!

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Again I don`t know if this was a dream or if I actually astral-journeyed somewhere, but it was as real as it gets ! or, if possible, more real than it gets !! and to me it couldn`t get more profound or incredible than it already is ! Before I go on, I would like to say that any remarks about the color of the skin in this article are meant simply  to describe the dream as it was. I love people of every race and color, and am myself married to a man of the `yellow ( 🙂 ) race ! As for the big black guards, I guess they were `leftover images/symbols` from watching the movie Black Diamonds .

December 12, 2009 6.20 am.
NO-MAN’S-LAND DREAM
I am walking in the Panama Strait (or what for some reason I believe is the Panama Strait). It feels like I am going from the Pacific Ocean side to the Atlantic Ocean side. The strait looks like the bed of a half-exsiccated river.
I am flying above it. I can see big ships, black metallic ships, going through either the few little patches of water left or through the patches of dry sand.
In the dry patches the black ships have to be pulled by many iron wires attached to some kind of machine.
As I look at this from above, I wonder why they would try to cross here through this big dried up country rather than going around South America.
And I hear the answer in my head, somebody telling me that even in spite of these difficulties, it is shorter than going around the continent.
I am walking now in the center of this dried-up canal, which looks more like a wide sandy dirt road, and really looks more and more like an African landscape to me.

Anyway I walk and walk and then I arrive at this check post, where there are militaries, big black African-looking guys in kaki Bermuda-pants with big guns. Very much like the big black military guys in the movie Black Diamonds that I had just seen (this may have influenced this image). They look pretty mean and dangerous.

A few meters beyond the check post there is a pretty wide intersection of dirt roads.
I see an old truck 30-40 meters in front of me, and as I look on, it starts to head off. As I go on walking in the same direction, I notice a ‘plump’ eggplant, really beautiful and so purple and all shiny, in front of my feet, and then another and another, in a straight line, some 2 feet apart.
I realize they are falling from the truck. All those beautiful purple eggplants were left one by one right in front of my path, like big ripe fruits to follow.

I start picking a few up and have my hands full, when I see some soldiers go after that truck. They stop the truck and forcefully take the driver away, like a prisoner or as if he has to be punished . For what ? just for having dropped some eggplants?? I am puzzled.
He is also an African-looking black guy, but not as big as the others, and not mean looking. Here for the first time I have this feeling that he had dropped the eggplants on purpose and for my sake.
They are rough with him and the man looks scared.

Seeing this, I reason that to avoid problems with the mean militaries I’d better leave the eggplants where they were. So I drop them.
I see these soldiers tie some thick rope 2-3 times around this man’s torso and hang him by it off a big single tree that was standing in a small yard-like clearing. They start swinging him. The man is pleading; don’t know exactly what they are doing to him.

Then I walk back towards the military check-post. I need some indications, so I go there.
One black soldier is  sitting on a wooden chair outside of the ‘police station’ and looks bored and sullen.
I wonder whether there is anybody who speaks English there, so I approach him tentatively saying “English…? English ??”
The man grunts something like Yes and another man comes out of the small wooden hut that was the post. They do look big and threatening, big black surly muscled guys and heavily armed .

I explain the best I can and in a very explicit manner that I need to go through this canal, because I have to get to the other side of the continent, and that I need directions and a guide.
They seem to listen to what I say but in a grudging way. Yet it feels like for some reason they have to oblige me. So I turn around, point at the man dangling from the tree who was being further tortured, and very deliberately say (and gosh, I am so lucid and conscious of what I want here):
” And I would like that man to be my Guide, to take me on the journey.”

Don’t know why I seem to be in this position to just so very casually ask for things and to have to be obliged.
Still the feeling is I somehow know they cannot refuse me, and it is uncanny indeed to see little me talk so brazenly to these big black mean giants with annoyed faces, and make extreme requests as if it was no big deal.

I go near the tree and look up at this man, who has now curled his legs up in fear, still dangling from the tree.
There is now another big black man under the tree but he is not a military. He is dressed in a rough-fabric long draping garment or robe like a long tunic, maybe a priest or a religious figure, but I perceive a rather slimy vicious energy there.
He is holding a pair of tiny, very tiny blue plastic scissors and has a sneer on his face. Actually, and can’t explain why, I know he is going to cut the dangling man`s testicles.
Funny thing again, I go there and confront him as if I were in all my rights and tell him very decisively that he has to stop, and I say very, very clearly:`This man  is now with me, he comes with me to show me on.` As if this was enough to let him go free …
The priest-like figure doesn’t look a bit happy about this, but again it seems he has to comply.
The ‘swinging’ man from the tree looks at me with unbelieving eyes, like he couldn’t believe what was happening,

Then can`t remember why but I am back at the check post and am speaking to the military again, explaining something about my situation again, that I am traveling from one ocean to the other and must cross the continent, but it is a bit blurry here. As I speak though, I turn slightly around and literally stop dead in my track.

Mamma is there, a few meters away from me. I can see her from the side. She is walking straight on at a fast pace, completely focused like looking for something.
For a few seconds I stand still and mute, completely speechless, I can’t believe it.
Then I shout “Mamma, Mamma!” and start running towards her.
She turns around and says “Lory, Lory” and we hug and hug.

This is a very emotional moment, so real, so warm.
We hug, we embrace, we stroke each other’s back, I hold her so close and caress her back, saying “Mamma, Mamma” over and over again.
I can feel everything, she is so real, so tangible, palpable, it’s amazing.
I touch her, and pat her, all the time very lucidly thinking `How is it possible ? She is dead.` ( I was so conscious while in there, so incredibly `thinking` ! )
And to make sure she is really her and alive, I even pinch her gently on the sides. And I can feel her flesh, real warm flesh … my mind screams inside my head `But she is dead!`… for a tiny instant I feel totally overwhelmed by the absurdity of this experience. But then Love floods all over me again, and all the rest feels so irrelevant .

So much Love, warmth, emotion, comfort, reassurance, happiness, joy, can’t describe. She hugs me back and I can feel everything. Just everything !
Then she says (in Italian of course) :
“Mio Dio, Lory, menomale ! Ti abbiamo cercato tanto !”
(My God, Lory, thank goodness ! We have looked for you so hard!”)

I ask her then if Papa’ is there too, and she says:
”Si’, c’e’ anche Papa’, e’ rimasto piu’ indietro, sta arrivando .”
(“Yes, Papa’ is here too, he is a bit behind, but he is coming.”) And this is so like her, she was always the quick one, the one going first.

And as I look  back at this dirt street, the one she had been coming from, I see that there are many other people also coming from that direction.
But they look stranded with this strange look in their eyes, not knowing where they are or where to go, and their clothes are worn off.
I think they were all Caucasian-looking (or `mixed`), not black as the guards.
But Papa’ is not among them. And I must say I feel relieved at this. It didn’t look like a nice group to be part of. And I wouldn’t have liked to see him among them.

Then we must have decided to start preparing for the next leg of the journey.
The feeling here  is that  now we go together.
I am standing in front of this narrow wooden table.
On the table there is a cardboard box and I am filling it with the eggplants of before, maitake mushrooms and then also oranges, mandarins and other fruits, all so beautifully ‘plump’, truly beautiful almost shiny fruits. I am packing all the provisions I think we may need in our journey.

I have almost filled it up to the top, when a big tall black soldier comes near me and looks in with suspicious eyes.
I turn to him very nonchalantly and explain everything, how it is all right, that I am allowed to be here, that all has been cleared etc. etc.
He looks sullen, but doesn’t say anything, and just stands there looking.

Mamma must be somewhere near, I think.
I know that I am waiting for Papa’ to arrive and start our journey together.
All of a sudden and so unexpectedly a very surprising thing happens.
I hear a man’s voice, as the voice of a narrator at the end of some TV drama episode, a voice talking from somewhere above me and saying :

“AND HERE THE EXPLOSION OCCURRED.”

Like the last scene promising me another episode …
And I woke up.
God, I certainly didn’t want to wake up.

Reflections

What a dream … again I am immersed in `THAT` world so completely . Totally.
Now, after waking up, I keep going back there with my mind.
Mom and Dad were desperately looking for me.
Was I in such precarious condition??
Was I in more danger than I thought ? … Because I had been trying to reach to the `Other Side`?? But I didn’t feel in real danger. It may have felt somewhat risky at times, but it also felt like for some reason I had a right to be there, and that was why the guards could not refuse me or my requests. I have no idea why that would be so, though.

Was this the place in between the two big waters, the two big oceans, the interconnecting canal from this life to the other, to the Other Side ??
In this respect it would make sense that Mamma and Papa’ could walk those ‘streets’. They passed away years ago, Dad in 1994 and  Mom in 2006.

And all those “stranded-looking-people”, are they the Lost Souls who do not know how to get through ???
And then the Guide … actually I don’t know what happened of the ‘swinging-from-the-tree-man’ that was supposed to guide me.
Don’t remember seeing him again. But anyway the dream stopped half-way. Yet, why did I have to go and save my own Guide ?? I thought Guides were supposed to save us …
At first I  thought the driver of the truck had been caught because he had negligently dropped the eggplants, but, most probably, he was just showing me the way and got  punished because of this. Something, I assume, that must have been out of their rules, something not allowed there maybe.

And the `explosion`… mmm, this is intriguing. In other occasions too, either in dreams or other astral experiences, it has happened that when I hear an explosion, there is a change of dimensions. And since I woke up right at that moment, that would make sense. From `their` dimension I came back to my `awake` dimension.
And I can’t help being reminded of the words I heard years ago. I was sleeping very very deeply, but somehow I knew I was going to wake up. And here is when I heard somebody saying in a very strong, clear voice:

“THEY TOOK A SECOND AND SPLIT IT INTO A NANO-SECOND, AND IN THE EXPLOSION THE IMAGE OF OTHER UNIVERSE (S) REVERSE (S).”
It was a man`s voice, such a strong self-assured voice, like a statement or a declaration.
I have little scientific background, so these messages (it was not the first) are just beyond the stretch of my knowledge or intelligence. Maybe a physicist would know the meaning of this…..
( and, by the way, who are ‘They’ ??)

Feelings:
Unhappy to wake up, but so very happy to have really touched and hugged Mamma, so PHYSICALLY, so emotionally, so ‘REALLY’.
Can only pray for the next episode to be shown to me ….

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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

SCOTLAND and LONDON AUG. 2011 096

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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