X Marks the Spot

Wind you say...

Yeah. I say it but I can't listen to it like you can.

Seer.

Yes well...

I have had experiences with the 'wind'.


The first being very dramatic.

It happen on the second morning, after the first night, of the dark WEEK of the soul...this last January.


Would you like to hear the story?

I am feeling free to share.

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Of course I would.

Me too!

me 3!
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Last Edited by Michael_ on 10/22/2012 03:04 PM

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This will be the first time I have relayed this story.

It is quite dramatic so if it disturbs you, please cease reading.



This last January I was staying at my beach house for the month.

I had invited a group of my friends, as we often spend a week there for my friend JB's birthday.

The night everyone arrived, +5, was normal enough.


Just to note...

When at the beach, I often sleep out on the couch due the windows which allow me to feel like I am sleeping under the stars.


About 3 am I woke up to use the restroom. On the other couch across the way was a good friend of mine I will call 'Chuck', of over 10 years.

When I looked over at him he was sitting in an upright position, with his left arm raised up in the air and he was looking up at it.

I called out to him,

"Chuck...Chuck, what are you doing?"

He made no movement, or even acted like he heard me. I then left to use to the RR. When I returned I noted he was still in the same position, seemingly frozen.

I called to him again in the same fashion, again with no response.

I shrugged it off and went back to sleep.


The next morning, my friend was seemingly a bit crazed, if you will. He kept saying things which made me uncomfortable, or was pulling on my arms which hurt.

I asked him several times to back off and leave me alone.

Please note that...Chuck is a GOOD friend of mine and with everyone in the group which we found ourselves at the beach, so we all just kinda laughed it off with a raised eyebrow.




Later that night, the energy was getting to point where I took JB outside to the deck with me. I told him that something was about to happen and I needed him to stand next to me when we went back inside.

He agreed.

When we walked back in, not a few second later Chuck came up behind me, shielding JB's view of me, in front of him as he is well over 260b.


It was then he picked me up by my throat...

Being that I couldn't breathe, I could make no sound, he released just enough for me to yell,

"Chuck stop choking me!"

He then tightened again whispering in my ear...

I haven't begun to choke you.


He then put me down and JB ran around the counter to intervene.

Needless to say much occurred after I won't go into.

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It was what occurred the next morning however, being the reason I tell this.

I woke up first and was out on the front porch attempting to wrap my Mind around what had occurred the night before, when Chuck suddenly opened the front door to leave.

There was a moment where I was again struck by fear that he would come after me...

The second he stepped over the threshold toward me, WIND unlike anything I had ever seen, slammed into him blowing him back through the threshold.

I was standing less than 3ft from the door and was not touched.

While he was packing his car, I watched as the wind and rain battered him brutally, I stood there in shock with the violence of the sudden storm, as he drove away the wind and rained calmed instantly.


What occurred over the proceeding days, made that look like a walk in the park.

Wind was often featured.





Please do not quote this, as I may delete it.

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Nice.

Just like magnetic fields in Sol getting all contorted until release... and pole flip.

I'll attest to the dangers of retuning an individual. It's electrical and feels like a combination of electrocution of the heart and full body orgasm. The result is core soreness and full blown humility. Not for the faint of heart. Nature has a way of redressing grievances.

Wow...amazing when nature seems to intervene like that like it has a mind of it's own..
I'm conflicted when it comes to answers on stuff like that though...between what drove the wind...nature..or human...or a combination of both...

I can see why you're hesitant to share it...but glad you did!

As am I.

Hence...that which haunts.

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I'm not sure what to say, Seer.

I am quite curious about what happened during the gap of your story.

I wouldn't have been able to go back to sleep though with someone acting that way in the night.

I would feel compelled to sit cross legged behind them and to their left...wrapped in a veil of silence.

What direction was that fierce wind blowing?

Yes.

Try to understand that we were all in shock due to the events being 'out of character' for normally a passive and sweet Chuck.

I don't surround myself with violent individuals.

...


That is interesting you ask. As the 'back' of the house faces East, where the front door is, due to the front of the house facing West, the Bay.

The wind came from the East, blowing fiercely West.

Which is quite abnormal...now that I think about it.

Hmmm...wonder when it changed directions...

Your friend 'chuck'...is he a 'dreamer'?

I would say no, but then again how well can one know another?


Changed direction?

Thanks for sharing your story Seer, I've been undergoing something similar so any knowledge or wisdom shared by anyone is greatly appreciated.

The wind changed direction at some point, and suddenly the odds shifted greatly to your favor.

You picked up on it...and went outside, knowing 'chuck' or whatever had a hold of him, must come outside.

Rule #1...choose your battleground...accomplished.

Then he came outside and the wind was unleashed. Perhaps the wind changed direction as soon as you felt compelled to go outside...which would've been the time he felt compelled to get the fuck out of there.

At least...that's how it may have gone.

Ah.

I see.

That's the thing, there was no wind until he stepped over the threshold.

He was just as stunned by it as I was.


Also, when he turn right to go down the stairs, it blew up toward him.

I wasn't touched by it.

Although I should have...being at that point, I was behind him.





Song love, if my experience helps you then, that is worth the risk I took by posting it.

Thank you for saying so.

:)

Hmmm. Then you must have seen that it was going to change direction.

Or perhaps you saw that the spirit of the wind was available to you as an ally.

Fascinating story, seer.

Does he remember doing any of these things?
Are you still friends?

wow, didn't expect such a story Seer, have chuck ever mentioned the incident ?
sounds like the wind is looking after you :)

:)


It was what occurred after I went back inside and checked GLP, which was REAL mind bender.







And a bit of what I was working through yesterday.

Which was?

I am uncertain if he does or not.

I have been told by friend, that he does, and he feels remorse. But everyone is a little weirded out about it, as you can imagine...

With what occurred over the next several days, putting much of that, in the background.


I have already forgiven him, as I did so that night. But we have not been in each others presence, since.

Well, seer.

I'm sure you will reveal anything that needs to be shared in due time. Telling stories derived purely from personal experience tend to cost too much energy for the story teller unless one has become sufficiently detached from them.

I look forward to hearing more about this tale and any others you wish to share.

:)

Everything in its proper time.



Tell me if you will, love...as a child, would you tear the band-aid off quickly and be done with it? Or tease it off slowly to seemingly reduce the discomfort from the glue?

Having tried both, which did you prefer?

it`s a mood thing

Thanks Seer, I could be completely off here, but do you get the feeling its like an 'entity' that came through your friend, or maybe a shadow aspect teaching you something?

Whats you take on 'why' it happened (I'm sounding out my experience through you, I hope that doesn't cause you any distress, just trying to grok something myself).