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Haunted School

 

Babies and Housesbaby-angel-13

I found myself traveling by car to the countryside. I recall thinking that I was traveling to where I once lived and took note of the changes I saw around me. There were new, very nice homes where once trees and grass had been. The houses had good sized yards and paved driveways.

I went into the driveway of a small home. It had a chain link fence surrounding it and a paved driveway but the home itself was not very spectacular. It was at this point that I recognized I was not alone and my husband had been driving. We were there for him and I had just gone along for the ride.

We sat down at a metal picnic table which was located outside in the pavilion, a large, open structure with a metal roof. The family was composed of many generations, specifically the a mother and father with their daughter and grand children. I remember that we were talking about my husband’s work and the transportation of these families to and from the job site. I recall that the family we were talking with were very poor and Hispanic and the new baby was premature. When I looked at the baby he was very tiny and his facial features were not normal. It actually looked like his entire face was covered in burn scars. Yet as I watched him be handed to his mother, I noticed that he looked more normal and saw her other children were just fine. I figured it was just how this woman’s children looked as babies.

It was then that my husband directed our attention to the transportation and a truck with a long, flatbed trailer attached. The trailer had a bunch of people standing up on it and I was told this was the way they go in and out of town and to work. I noticed that it was raining and asked, “Is this the way you get to work? What do you do when it is raining?” Someone in the family said it was not bad since the distance between home and work was not great.

At that point, my husband and I went to our car. It moved at the touch and my husband instructed the woman on how to control it externally. I watched as they manipulated the silver Prius, as if I were also learning how to control it.

We eventually got into the car and left, heading towards our old house. I remember thinking about where we were going and perceiving what we would see before we got there. In my mind I saw a new home built where once there had been a pond. Sure enough, when we got there the pond was gone and there was a new home. It was at that time that I began to regret selling our home, noting how many new homes were in the area and recognizing how sought-after country living really was.

This dream symbolizes my struggle and acceptance of the changes I recently brought into my life. The new baby being deformed especially stood out and symbolizes that these new beginnings are considered negative but slowly being accepted by me.

Haunted School

I believe I woke up at this time and then fell back to sleep. When I did, I was with a group of school children and teachers and we were headed toward an old, abandoned school. I remember telling them that they should be careful as I had seen a documentary about the school and the evil spirits that haunted it. I told them how many people had been hurt who visited it and that there had been accidents that killed. No one seemed to believe me, laughing at what I said and shrugging it off. I felt very concerned but knew I would be okay because I knew how to handle myself. So I agreed to go along with them to the school.

The old school had been abandoned because the structure was unsafe and too expensive to keep up. The outside was crumbling in places and I showed a student how the bricks would just fall off. The student, fascinated, took one and saved it as a souvenir.

There were children everywhere and they seemed to be middle school aged. I had a feeling of anxiety the entire time – worry over what might happen to one of them. The front doors of the school were open and the kids and other teachers went inside. I again cautioned them, but they didn’t listen.

Inside, the kids wandered about and I recall seeing something out of place. There was this conveyor belt machine and the kids were playing with it. The belt led to a chute that was filled with water. The water tumbled out and went into a larger chute that was churning. It was a death trap!

One of the kids was playing with the conveyor belt and his lanyard got caught in it. The belt pulled him towards the chute and he was sucked into the water. Another kid was right behind him. I was horrified. I ran to the end and saw they were both fine and having a great time, yelling and laughing in the water. To them it was a fun ride. I still worried someone would get hurt.

I followed students into the cafeteria of the old school. I was surprised to find that they had prepared food and the cafeteria was full of people eating and having a good time. I noted how familiar it was and a little part of me felt relaxed for the first time. I went to an area where there were boxes of food items for sale. I immediately wanted the candy bars but they only sold them in packs of 10 for a dollar. I found some Milky Way bars for 10 cents each and grabbed two. I recall reading the nutrition info that said each bar was 50 calories, 3 fat, and 1 carbohydrate. I did not stay, though, and left, still feeling the safest place for me was outside of the haunted school. I could not wait to get out of there.

This dream symbolizes my resistance to my past. It suggests that I am still in the process of learning a lesson and there is repressed emotion remaining that I am resistant to. There is a hint of communication and consideration that the experience could be fun if I allowed it to be. I need to stop worrying and be less fearful of the unknown.

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Mini-OBE

JWGQ000ZYesterday was a long day. When I went to bed I was wide awake and it was already 11pm. I don’t think I was able to fall asleep until some time after that. I just felt awake but my mind was mostly blank except for the question that remained from the night before: What is it that I am here to do, exactly?

I know I am here to help and so I asked my guide, “Who?” His response? “The many”. I was kind of hoping to get more specifics, you know? But I should have known better. It doesn’t work that way. But I instantly knew that one way I was helping was via this blog. One would assume this would give me great joy, but it did not. I only sighed. I will likely never know the people who I help via this blog. That is really okay. Really.

I have recalled an in-between life experience that illustrates just how powerful even our smallest actions can affect others. In this in-between life recollection, I stood with three others and we held hands. As we did, our experiences were exchanged and I was able to see how my actions affected each and every one of them. What is unbelievable about it is that I had never even met two of them in that life. Yet, my actions still affected them. Unfortunately for me, what I did was not positive and I was there to see the far reaching consequences of my actions. I guess I didn’t learn my lesson from that life because I know I have repeated such actions time and time again in this life and will likely do so again in others. Yet I also know that both positive and negative actions (as we humans define them anyway) are equally important and necessary. For example, something I write in my blog may be interpreted as a personal attack by another even though it is not intended as such. And that in turn will affect them and possibly others if they pass on the effect. It can also happen the other way around and be a positive effect. Either way, I have served my purpose – to help – even though it may not always seem that I, in fact, helped.

thSucked into the Bed

The above were my thoughts as I drifted off to sleep. Unfortunately, my sleep was fitful and I tossed and turned most of the night. I don’t know why that is but I do know that one time I awoke very angry. I won’t go into detail about it now, but it was enough upset that I believe my body reacted making my back very tight and sore. I managed, somehow, to fall asleep despite this, but my thoughts and anger infiltrated my dreams.

I found myself in an unfamiliar house. It was where I was living but I did not know it. There was a woman who was there to create problems. I knew in the dream that she represented that which I had fallen asleep angry about. The feelings I felt were all transferred into her – anger, frustration, deceit, disappointment, caution – this tall, beautiful and graceful woman. Recognizing she was not to be trusted I was not very nice to her.

This woman had deceived my husband and poisoned him with lies. She gave him something, a small pill of some kind, and he took it. Then I watched as she pulled him to her, seductively, and he embraced her. When he did, a huge hole opened up in the bed between her legs and sucked him in. He did not resist and I watched as his body was completely engulfed and the bed seemed to boil, a blackness overtaking him.

I watched in horror, feeling deceived and defeated. Yet as I stared open mouthed, I saw my husband’s arms reach out from the hole in the bed and grasp wildly about. The woman grabbed him and pulled him out. I noticed that he was gray and covered in dirt or something black. Defiled. I pleaded with him to reject her and come with me. The woman sat smiling and my husband did not move. She offered him another pill and he took it and my hopes of him returning to sanity disappeared. I yelled at them both, “Then the two of you can have each other!”

Upset followed me into the kitchen, as did the woman. I immediately saw a young girl who I recognized to be my daughter in her early teens but she looked nothing like my real life daughter. She had left me a present on the counter. It was a large, green toad statue. I oohed and awed over it, telling her thank you. She then showed me a card for her dad. I could see her writing on the card. It looked just like her writing now – the writing of a 6 year old – and was done in green crayon. The woman took it and with a green crayon, lightly colored over the message. I yelled at her to stop and noticed that the woman looked like my mother.

Awareness Takes Over

I moved away from the kitchen to the breakfast nook. It was country styled, painted in white. I noticed there was an opening below it and when I peered into I saw that it went to the outside. I could not figure out how to close it and was concerned by this. I then saw another opening to the left of the table and as I focused upon in, a gray tabby cat crawled in. I yelled at him and the woman, saying the holes needed to be fixed and that wild cats were coming in. As I yelled, another cat came in, an orange tabby, and hissed at me. Then both crawled up onto a sofa. I tried to touch one and it lashed out at me and hissed. I did not know what to do and felt confusion wash over me. I have never felt so unable to act as I did at that instant.

The woman was there and commented about it, but I do not remember what she said. I became fully lucid at this point and began to look around the house. As I did, the country style kitchen vanished and was replaced with a very nice living room and foyer area with wood flooring and upscale furniture. The scene became brightly vivid. I look about and saw a nice floral sofa and dark, maple or cherry wood furniture. I noticed there was no TV. For some reason no TV seemed odd to me.

I turned towards the front door and searched for a coat rack as I pulled off my shirt/coat. Yet at that time I at first saw the evil lady from before do this and saw her reveal her breasts and head towards the sitting area. At some point, though, I became her and the entire “evil lady” persona was gone, replaced by a me that was searching for an astral partner.

It was at this point I returned to my body briefly and consciously chose to go back. As soon as I did, I was back in the house and saw a large, black man go into the bathroom. I decided to follow him and interrupted him doing his business. However, the man inside was not the man who I had seen go in. He was a spindly, geeky white man with blondish hair and a dorky surprised look on his face. I said to him, “You are not a black man!” And he continued to stare at me. I was very conscious of the sound of someone peeing and saw he was peeing into the toiled and onto the wall. Then I saw my reflection in a mirror that was covering the entire bathroom wall. I turned and looked at myself and my face and hair were glowing. I also noticed the left side of my face was bulging like one would see in one of those carnival mirrors. Seeing this, I tried to focus more but instead ended up back in my body.

Analysis

I always consider what my dreams/experiences mean when I awake from them. My first thought was that my thoughts prior to sleep had created the dream and I instantly recognized the truth of the symbols. I will not go into detail this time because the symbolism is connected to a very real, raw issue in my life that is personal in nature. However, I will say that I remembered a conversation I had before bed that I forgotten until after this dream/experience.

The conversation was with my guide and I saw precisely that my conflict again was arising from within. However, the conflict presented itself as two people within me – the me before my spiritual awakening and the me after. My guide made me aware of this distinction by asking me, “Who are you?” I answered him with my name prior to my awakening. My guide has asked me this question many times, but this time I recognized that perhaps he asks this to get me to think about which part of me is dominant and why.

I actually had a brief moment where I wondered if the two aspects of myself were in fact two very different souls in one body. I am not sure if this is even possible, but maybe it is? But more likely the two aspects are merely my ego and my Higher Self.

After waking and remembering this conversation I became very hopeless about the situation I found myself in. The symbolism of the toad is that one is trying to hide their true Self. It very much represents how I was feeling prior to bed – betrayed, stupid, deceived. I also felt that I had been living a lie and did not know how to reverse it which follows with that feeling of confusion I had upon not being able to keep the cats out of the house. Cats that are hissing, biting or clawing indicate a need for me to pay attention to what my intuition is telling me. Am I ignoring my intuition? Has all that I have been doing these past 7 years been wrong? It is never fun to think that you have been wrong, especially for such a long time.

Yet now, as I analyze my dream/experience I am not worried. I remember my guide told me that what I experience in astral and dreams is a reflection of myself. What I saw were my worries and the result of me beating up myself for something that may or may not been true.

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Astral Elevator

I didn’t go to sleep last night with the intention to astral – though I guess I really always have that intent – so, I will just say I went to bed without asking to astral.

At one point  I began talking to my guide. I recalled a Facebook post from the previous day in which an artist told of his struggle with depression and explained how he overcame it by finding his life’s purpose and focusing upon that. I remember asking, “What is my purpose?” and knowing instantly, as I always do, that I am here to “help”. I always immediately asked, “How?” and feel lost in that I have never had a strong knowingness in exactly what kind of help I am here to give. Feeling once again hopeless of ever finding the intense desire and motivation to help that I envy others having of their personal life purpose, I fell asleep. It was around 6:30am and I was laying on my back.

Astral Elevator

I soon found myself in the midst of a dream. I was semi-lucid and for a while I struggled with maintaining even a small amount of awareness. This struggle showed itself by causing aspects of the dream to seem hazy while other parts were crystal clear.

The first part of the dream was set in a hotel. I was waking up and remember going to the bathroom momentarily and wrapping a towel around me as I left and went to join the rest of my family. This part of the dream is difficult to remember in full because I kept gaining and losing awareness. It is like the dream “flashed” in and out like a strobe light, with parts being more illuminated than others.

I walked into the hotel bedroom and saw my Mom and my two oldest children. There was a table and I sat down and noticed my sister and her husband (my cousin) and their baby were there as well. I don’t remember everything we talked about but I do recall that my cousin asked me at once point about a man I use to know. In the dream I told him, “He should be a minister and not a teacher”. In reality, this man is both a teacher and a minister.

At this point the dream fades out some and I am aware that I am walking back to the bathroom. I realized on the way the reason why I was struggling to see, thinking to myself, “I never washed my face”. I went into the bathroom in order to do this but the dream again fades out.

The next thing I remember is walking along a sidewalk outside the hotel and being greeted by smiling strangers. I began very conscious of being in my towel because I had reached in to pull off my bra and then changed my mind and left it on, worrying someone would see.

I went inside the hotel and waited with a bunch of young people. I felt very inappropriate standing there in a towel so avoided eye contact with them. The elevator opened and a woman rushed inside and I waited for my turn. The elevator was full but I remember saying, “I think there is room for more” and I went in.

Inside the elevator there were children, mostly pre-teen aged. I remember being very worried about my room number – I couldn’t remember it. At first I thought it was 427, then thought it might be 627. When the woman asked me what floor I told her, “I’m not sure. 4”, and saw her push the button on the elevator. I noticed there were only 6 floors total and wondered if I was wrong about my room number. The woman told me, “I forget my number all the time” acting as if it were completely normal to forget.

Come Thursdaybig-blue-bulldozer

Once again I blacked out and when I could recall what was going on again I found myself outside with my two children. We were going to a school and I remember thinking the school was not safe and stopping outside of it with my children. I remember feeling the urge to fly and not being sure if I was dreaming or not. As if to prove I was dreaming, I looked to the retaining wall outside the school and saw it crumble before my eyes, revealing a miniature, blue bulldozer.

I turned and looked at my children and had the idea to fly. I leaped up into the air and only succeeded at jumping high. When I landed, though, I could feel the pebbles beneath my feet as they poked at my bare feet. This convinced me that I must be on the right track. I tried again, this time aiming at going over a chain link fence, but fell short again. This did not deter me, though, and I grabbed my son and daughter by the hand and said, “Let’s fly! I will show you!” I jumped with them and we succeeded.

Once in the air my vision became crystal clear and I was very certain that I was OOB. I looked down and around below me and saw that where the school building was suppose to be was a crystal, blue shimmering lake. It seemed unreal, though, almost as if it were made out of glass or some other material. To my left I saw the treetops and was overwhelmed by the vastness above and around me. I felt free and exhilarated as well. The emotional overwhelm blacked out my vision and I remember thinking that I wanted to keep seeing so I said, “Clarity now”, and focused on feeling the arms of my two little ones who were flying with me.

I guess I did something right because there was a shimmering of the scene around me as it went from dull grays and browns to vivid color. As my vision returned, the scene shifted and I found myself flying alone over city streets I did not recognize. It was like I went back in time to the 1950’s because the cars were all shiny, older models with the rounded headlights and car bodies. The streets reminded me of a small 1950’s town because the store fronts were reminiscent of the Back to the Future movie. My ears were flooded with music as well. The song, “Come Monday” by Jimmy Buffet was playing and I was singing along.

I flew along the sides of the cars as they traveled through the intersection below me. I reached for the door handles, hoping to hitch a ride inside of one. I could never quite catch up to one in order to grip the door handle and soon gave up, moving toward oncoming traffic for a moment and then changing my mind as I hovered in the intersection.

A big, blue bus came towards me and I got the idea to grab onto it. I thought at first it was a trolley but when I grabbed onto its railing the railing moved and it appeared to be a large, blue blade of some sort similar to a helicopter blade. I kept hold of it and it swung out and about. At one point it took me by the driver’s window and he smiled at me. It was like the metal blade thing I was on was flowing like a long ribbon.

The bus took me with it down a road into a more rural area. I watched the scenery around me change and just enjoyed the ride. The entire time I could hear the Jimmy Buffet song playing around me and I was singing along. However, instead of singing, “Come Monday”, I would sing, “Come Thursday” or “Come Sunday”. I remember thinking to myself, “I need to remember this”.

As I flew along, I realized I was no long with the bus. I looked up to see what I was holding onto and saw that I was hanging from a cluster of white balloons. I remember smiling and just feeling glee as I flew along and looked at the countryside below. It was a nice feeling.

Then I noticed that I was flying over a cemetery. The front gate had a large bed mattress on top. The mattress was light gray and was very obvious. I wondered about it as I hovered over it and then noticed someone walking toward me and the cemetery. As I looked down I became frightened because the man was completely black. I recognized him to be a shadow person and just looking at him made me feel fear in the pit of my stomach. He was tall and had what appeared to be a crown on his head, though it was all black and I could not make out where the crown started and the head ended.

Feeling the fear triggered something in me and rather than retreat from the man, I flew toward him yelling at him something that I cannot remember now. My intent was to make him disappear and to confront the fear that created him. Unfortunately, the fear must have been too much and as I drew closer and close to him I woke up.

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Eventful Evening of Astral – Jan 15, 2014

Below is a post I transferred from my Blogger blog:

I had an unexpected night of astral last night!

Astral with Guides

I was awakened at 3am by my son yelling, “I want a drink!” I groggily went downstairs and he repeated his demand. I asked him if he wanted milk. He said, “Milk” and, seeing his sippy cup on the floor still had milk in it, I handed it to him. He drank it happily and I left him to fall back to sleep and returned to my bed.

House, Baby and Reunion with Trooper

It took me a while to fall back to sleep. Walking up and down the stairs had brought me to full wakefulness and so I had to wind down. I saw that it was 3am and tossed and turned a while, still thinking about what career choice I needed to make.

The next thing I knew I was flying through a brightly lit house. I am not sure but I think the walls were painted yellow, either that or the whole scene was yellowish. I remember seeing very tall walls and an open floor plan. I did not recognize the house but I felt as if I were in my Mom’s house, though it did not look a thing like it.

I flew through the rooms. I felt as if I had too much energy and seemed unable to stay in one place. I was semi-lucid and not yet aware that I was dreaming. A part of me knew I was dreaming but was not yet fully aware.

I went into a back room and saw a baby in a play pen. I vaguely recall I was with a man with dark hair and he was talking to me. He was familiar. The same man who I have seen multiple times in astral. One of my guides. I do not remember what he said but I knew him to be a friend. I recall saying “He is three months old”, referring to the baby. I can still see the baby. He was chubby with brown hair and at that stage where he was trying to hold up his head and sit up. It felt like he was my sister’s baby but I am not sure. I recall seeing my sister at one point, though, back lit by bright, yellowish white light and holding the baby.

I flew out of the house to the back yard. The dark haired man was with me, trailing behind. I did not look at him, I just felt him. A blonde woman was walking up along a wire fence with several dogs. She was the same blonde woman who is usually with the dark haired man. Also one of my guides. One of the dogs was my Trooper. I watched as a shaggy, white dog ran up to the gate. My dog growled at this dog. The woman scolded him and I remember thinking that he was acting that way because he didn’t know the dog. I encouraged him to be nice and he and the other dog got to know each other.

The woman let the dogs out into a fenced yard with bright green grass. I stood and watched as they took off running to the far end. I watched Trooper, looking at his hind legs and recognizing the stiffness of them. In his old age he had arthritis which made his legs and hips stiff. I watched him sniffing after the shaggy dog and decided to call him. At this point my vision became clearer and the entire scene brightened. More of me was recognizing I was dreaming.

After a couple of calls he came running to me. I saw him and opened my arms. He jumped into them and greeted me with doggy kisses. I hugged him and petted him as he excitedly greeted me. I could feel his fur and smell his familiar doggy smell. I remember thinking that I didn’t have much time and that I should relish this chance to be with him. I told him “I love you” and hugged him close.

Naked in a Field

Suddenly my awareness increased and I looked out at the green field in which I was standing, completely aware that I was dreaming. I was aware of the dark haired man who was with me. He was talking to me, but I do not recall hearing him audibly and his words are lost to me now. I was more interested in looking around.159

There were people all around wearing what appeared to be costumes. The costumes were square and multicolored. They looked like Tansformers costumes! I spotted a blonde guy who was very tall and broad shouldered, though I think his largeness was due to the costume he was wearing. I was still aware of the dark haired man at my side but was more interested in the blonde. I ran up to him, got up on my tip toes and gave him a kiss. I also realized I was completely naked and this thrilled me. I could see that my body was female and very petite. I was definitely not pregnant and my breasts were small and perky. Knowing about my nakedness and the differences in my appearance thrilled me. When I kissed the blonde man I attempted to get him interested in astral sex but he seemed completely disinterested to the point that he acted like I had not done anything.

New England Town

Realizing I was dreaming and no longer interested in astral sex, I took conscious control of my dream. I told the dark haired man that I was going to fly. Not only was I going to fly, but I was going to fly naked! With this decision I again looked at the body I had taken on, still thrilled that it was so perfect, and then took off.

The scene was no longer that of a green field but that of an old New England town. There were tall deciduous trees and old, tan and brown multiple story buildings. I believe there was a clock tower in the distance. I could see lamp posts along white sidewalks as well as a street below me. I watched as cars drove past. It felt very much like an old college. I decided to fly low, right above the cars. I secretly hoped that my nakedness would shock the passengers. I watched a couple of people gawking and got a big kick out of that.

Suddenly the street was no longer below me and I was confronted with a brick wall. This confused me a bit and I lost a bit of my vision. The scene rippled for a second and then stabilized as I gained back control of my awareness. I turned around and the cars were gone. My vision was bright and clear and I saw a lone woman walking along the sidewalk away from me.

Instantly I recognized her. She was wearing a long, black/brown robe, similar to what Muslims wear. Her head was covered and she was all alone. I yelled out to her, “Leela!” She did not respond. I yelled again, “It’s Dayna!” She turned and looked over her shoulder but seemed to not recognize me. Strangely at this time I felt both male and female. I feel this often in astral, as if I am both genders simultaneously.

Leela’s face was tan but there was a large scar running across the length of it. I recognized that she was not herself, that scar was not suppose to be there. So I flew down to get a closer look. She stopped and stared blankly at me. Her face looked old and worn and there was definitely a scar. I asked, “Don’t you remember me?” She did not respond. She seemed to be sleep walking. The fact that she did not look right bothered me and I remember thinking that I could fix it. So I put my hands on either side of her face and “healed” her. When I removed my hands her face was young and unblemished. I told her, “There. That’s better”. She still did not respond, just stared blankly at me. So I left her standing there and flew towards one of the buildings.

Apartment and Message

I flew up into an apartment window. Inside stood my two guides – the dark haired man and the blonde. Both were sitting at what appeared to be a bar. I flew around the room like a trapped bird. The energy I had within me was very strong and I seemed not to be able to stay still. This is a familiar feeling for me in astral and I call this part of me “the child”. I knew I was being spoken to by the two men, but again cannot remember what they told me. I was trying to get control of the child so that I could better control my dream.

For some reason I was drawn to the blonde man. He was radiant. His hair was long and feathered back like a style from the 80s. His face was bright and he was smiling. I looked closely at him and asked, “Why am I here?” The closer I looked at him, the more my awareness intensified. I knew this man, but from where? The more conscious I became the more his face appeared familiar and the brighter the scene became. I found myself not knowing where I was, like a kind of temporary amnesia.

The scene wavered and I felt myself drawn back towards my physical body.

I woke up briefly but must have fallen back to sleep quickly because I was suddenly standing in front of the two men, the blonde one right in front of me, smiling. I instantly came back to awareness, recognizing the scene I had just been in.

“I’m back!” I said to the blonde me. I was astonished to have come back so quickly.

The blonde man smiled and I looked again at him very closely. He was beautiful and so familiar! Rather than ask him who he was (I guess I knew he was my guide, John) I asked, “Why am I here??”

The blonde man drifted across the brightly lit room followed by the dark haired man. I could sense the other man but my attention was transfixed on the blonde man as if he were the main attraction. I recall the curtains in the brightly lit room and windows, one behind the men and one to my left. The blonde man motioned to the window. He said, “Look”.

I looked out it. I could see a cloudy sky and see bits of blue behind the clouds. I also could see trees and distant hills.

As I looked out the window, he continued.

“What you see is a result of you as well as a result of your ego”.

I stood there transfixed by his words and a realization hit me. What I was experiencing right now was being effected by my ego. But how? I looked closely at what I was seeing outside the window. I looked at the sky. I looked at the branches of the tress. What part was my ego and what part was me?

My thoughts were interrupted by the blonde man. I felt that he had something in his hand. I looked down and saw a book opened up in front of me. It was vividly clear. I could see a list of seven items printed on the pages of the book. I tried to read them all but was interrupted. He told me that these things were my lessons. As he spoke I focused in upon two main ones. He said, “These are the two main issues”. I read out loud as he said, “Socially lazy”. I recognized this as true with some humility. Then he showed me a picture of an eye that was bloodshot and said, “Eye anomaly”.

I consciously began to repeat these things as if they were very important to remember. I recognized that my guide had given me a message and so I automatically began to repeat the message over and over in order to remember it. This repetition woke me up and I slowly returned to my body.

Once I was awake I was shocked to realize that I had been out of my body. In awe of what I had experienced, I glanced at the clock and saw it was 4:20am. I began to recount everything as much as I could. I was tired, though, and much of the experience was beginning to disappear. I heard my guide tell me that I would remember. I could not go back to sleep.