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March 17, 2013
Last night was a perfect example of why I have more memories of the other side than I do of waking memory. Trying to find a sequence of which part I had first is difficult, as if one occurs within the other one, but they are separate experiences/visions whatever you want to call them.
I’ll start with the first that comes to mind. I was up in Maine on my family’s property, camping in a pop up camper with my twin brother. Oh! As I write this another memory came in that preceded this one. Good, the sequence is revealing itself now.
I was sitting on a park type bench with my mother, brother, and one my best friends, Greg. It was very dark out. We were just talking about whatever when I had a large, large beetle land on my back. I tried to remain calm as I could feel it moving up my back. I asked Greg to remove it and it was a pure black beetle with large mandibles a little bigger than the size of an open hand.
We went into the camper to sleep. Greg went elsewhere, it was just my twin brother and I. Laying there going to sleep, I began having dreams inside this dream. When I awoke out of one, I couldn’t believe how dark everything had become. I had a slight flushed feeling that I get when the ET’s are about to visit. I remember looking out the screen enclosure waiting for them to show up, and I was very much on edge.
I stepped out of the camper and walked down towards the beach of the bay the property sits in front of. At that time I saw 5 orbs swirling in the distance coming straight at me. The orbs had a central bright light about the size of a basketball that was opaque, with a surrounding nimbus of light which made the sphere’s diameter about 6 feet.
I stood there waiting as they came closer and closer, starting high in the atmosphere, coming down at an angle to level off about 4 feet above the ground. They were moving about 20 mph and heading straight towards me. I braced myself for impact by using my lucid dream technique of pulling all my energy into a compact sphere around me where nothing comes in and nothing goes out. The first one hit me. I was thinking it was going to send me flying, but the opposite happened, the orb rebounded and shot off, the remaining 4 following it.
I thought that must have been what I was feeling, the orbs not ET, so I went back to the camper…where two Greys were waiting for me. I have learned that sometimes in these types of dreams that instead of them taking initiative, I take initiative thought it scares the living hell out of me to do so. It is one of the most frightening things I have to do. So, I picked up the first one that was just outside the pop-up door. The other was actually inside the pop-up camper, which I had yet to see. When I picked the Gray up it was fully started, I told him, “I love you guys,” smiling my best behind a tsunami of fear. It changed shape. I set it down and turned to go into the pop-up. When I pulled the door open, it was pulled shut. I did it again and that is when I saw the head of the other Gray looking at me. Fear washed over me all brand new. I pulled the door again to open it, and it pulled it shut.
I walked away.
Transition. I found myself on a beach type setting on a massive cliff made of sand and dunes, not rocky. I decided to have fun, so I leaped off the edge into the night, seeing the sand/water below rushing up to meet me. At that point I remembered that I was going to try and go into the lower astral to see if the astral layers were still there. I plunged through the sand and small layer of water with the intent that once I penetrated the sand and water layer I would be in the astral heading down through layers.
Perfect. I broke through into an astral plain. It was dark as it always is. More chaotic shapes and forms rushed passed me. They were without any type of energy signatures, which is unusual. Normally at this initial point a rush of anxiety will flow through me. The view of my surroundings was extremely limited to perhaps only six feet. It was difficult to hold on to the astral as it seemed like a force was trying to push me back out, so I concentrated on my outstretched arms and nothing else but the movement down into the depths.
As I have experienced before, I punched through that layer and entered another plain. This was familiar, yet it was if the colors were mostly washed away. It is very dark with a single layer of geometric shapes that glow like landscape stretching out to infinity along the x-axis. There is no curvature here as you would see with earth. I knew that once I punched through this layer, I would get into the meat of the lower astral. I still felt this push against me, not wanting me to go down further. I did the opposite and ‘pulled’ myself down through the layer of symbols.
WTF. Totally different than it usually is. First thing I immediately noticed was there was no energy signature of fear that ALWAYS accompanied these places before. Then, I noticed the surroundings, and it was like being within a massive sandstorm, but the sand being more like static, incredibly dark with streaks of dark grey flashing by. Winds buffeting, visibility almost nil. The wind was running horizontal yet I was being pulled out. I was facing head down, feet up when I made the entrance and it literally was pulling me back out feet first. I felt something flash past me that had an energy signature. A slight fear but more of a running to get away from something that it could never outrun. I saw legs and feet pumping. I immediately opened myself up like a flower and wrapped this entire entity up, folding myself together so the entity was enclosed within my embrace, and then I sealed it. Opening myself up like that, well, I knew I was going to get pulled out immediately. Sure enough, my package and I streamed back up through the layers. I let go any resistance, and reverse myself and pulled myself up helping the energy that was pulling me out. We were gaining an incredible velocity, which is what I intended. I had a plan to launch myself and this other entity as high into the upper astral as possible, where I would release it, knowing that I would be pulled back out of the upper astral. But, at least I could help whatever I had wrapped up get out of that place.
Velocity slowed, and I continued to push, draining all my energies in the process. At the apex, I released and something wholly unexpected happened. A celebration erupted around me even as I fell back down through the layers. Music and lights and emotions of happiness faded above me as I went back down.
I did the same thing. I used the momentum to go back down into the lower layers. I grabbed another. I was surprised because the place felt so empty. I imagine with my intention being to grab another I was automatically steered towards another as I went down through the geometric symbols layer.
I had completely exhausted my energy by this time. I made it to the middle astral layers where I knew it would be able to make it the rest of the way, it would just take it longer. I couldn’t hold it anymore, I could travel anymore. I was absolutely spent.
Transition. I found myself on waves in the sunlight. Beautiful surroundings. I was being given a rest. The remainder of the dreams were 100% lucid with me interacting with hundreds and hundreds of people. I enjoyed showing them the easy tricks I had learned. Many old friends were mixed in with all these people on docks and wharfs and restaurants next to this incredible ocean. This last dream was an entire day of playing…
There was much more, but these were the important parts.
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