This post may be a bit long. And be forewarned towards the end of it I am going to be a little graphic on certain events that transpired. I always have a bit of a time coming to a determination of what experiences I can, or should share, with anyone who wants to read any of the posts I submit. There is not a reason to grandiose anything I have experienced, rather it is a desire to share some of the events an experiencer goes through during their lives. Contact is as much a spiritual experience with most of us, as it is a physical event. And it can also lead to a deeper connection with the "I AM". The experience of contact touches someone on much deeper levels if you allow it to and you don't get stuck in the drama of the event. So with that said I thought I would share a bit of the dreamworld I experience from time to time. Just within the last six months to be precise.
There is a thing I have had happen to me I refer to as Interdimensional Bleedthrough. It is real and I have experienced it a few times so let me explain why I have termed it this way. Many years ago when I was new to what I refer to as 'consciousness sharing', something that the guys (off worlders terms, not mine. Kinda like a astral projection/remote viewing thing) told me I was doing, I was caught up in a meditation where I was introduced to a being in the lower worlds which turned south really quickly. Bottom line, without going into too much detail, as I held up my hand she bit me on the arm. This introduced me to the shaman world where I would have to battle to regain control of my senses again after a years long battle. And here is what I am talking about when I say interdimensional bleedthrough. When she bit me I felt her bite physically in my meditative state. It hurt so bad it momentarially brought me out of meditation and I jerked my arm off of the armrest of my chair. Not only did I react as a being traveling through the lower world of my meditation, I also reacted violently in my physical state. So I was experiencing the spiritual event in my physical state. Interdimensional bleedthrough. I carry the wound in various aspects to this day some twenty years later.
So one night I am cruising through the channels and stumble on a show about real life stories on exorcisms and the actual clergy from different religious persuasions who performed them. Great! Right up my alley, right? And the first story is about a lady who came asking one of the priests for help. The original interview, based upon what the priest was recalling, started with his questioning the young woman in his office. She introduced herself as a world class violinist who had been successfully touring with an orchestra all around the world.
He started with the obvious, why are you here and what makes you suspect you have a problem that may be demonic in nature? Her reply brought about the usual signs of infestation and oppression. Things such as tapping on the walls, things moving about the house on their own, strange odors around the house she couldn't get rid of, and finally, scratches on her body she couldn't account for, mostly while she was sleeping. He responded in that it did indeed sound like there may be some demonic activity and continued with his mode of questioning,
Have you ever played with a Ouija board? No. Have you ever dabbled in the black arts? No. Have you ever performed any ritualistic activities of any kind? No. Have your parents or siblings ever dabbled in any type of satanic activities? No. In fact her whole life appeared normal with a happy upbringing and the priest could not understand how she could have ever gotten in the position she was in. He was stumped and frustrated and truly believed she had a demonic issue but didn't know why. However, she did mention one last thing as an afterthought.
"I did have a very vivid dream a few years ago though. I had been working very hard to gain a reputation. A spot with an orchestra somewhere. I really wanted to get somewhere with my talents and for years it was fruitless. I was very despondent. I felt stuck. One day I just threw my bow across the room and screamed I would sell my soul for a spot somewhere! Anywhere! That night I had a dream. At least I think it was a dream based upon my frustrations I was going through. Dreams are like that you know. Especially when you are frustrated. I have had dreams like this before...still? It was off somehow."
It was at this point the priest got his ahha moment. The break he was looking for and he immediately understood what had happened.
She described the dream in detail. She had been sitting in a chair across the table from a handsome looking man who was well dressed. She was engaged in conversation with him and the conversation was rather pleasant before they eventually were talking about her profession, which she was delighted about.
"You know what? I can offer you a contract if you like? You can go on tour with us, play the world."
She asked him what the terms were to which he responded with a chuckle just your soul. And in the dream she laughed along with him responding, yea, right.
At that point he pulls out a paper contract and asks her if she would like to sign? She shrugs her shoulders and responds, yea, why not? He didn't have a writing pen so he just asked her to prick her finger and press her finger against the paper. Which she did. She wakes up in the morning thinking it was just a really weird dream and quickly puts it in the back of her mind. Coincidently, a couple of months later, she lands her dream gig and two years down the road some really weird stuff starts happening around her and next thing you know she needs the help of a priest who performs an exorcism.
This was purported to be real. From real exorcists who had performed real exorcisms. Still, it's a form of reality television. Sooo? I do have a tendency to believe this one, but only from experience.
So my experience with the latest dream is similar to what I just wrote about and happened just a couple of months ago. It does get a bit vivid in details so be forewarned. It is real. Very seldom do I remember dreams, and usually not in such vivid detail. Whether or not I was being forewarned? I probably was. It is demonic in nature. The dreamworld is very strange and ranges anywhere from contact experiences, angelic, ghost, deceased, and yes, occasionally the darkside does exhibit itself, but rarely does.
So the experience opens up where I am in a room full of white light. A door is behind me. To each side, above and below, everything is pure white. There is a counter in front of me extending from wall to wall. It, too, is white. On the other side of the counter is just a blackness. The black is so dense it is like there is a total lack of light. Nothing to see in there. I can't see anything behind the counter.
As I am standing there, a couple of feet from the counter with my hands to my side, a figure emerges from the darkness. He walks up to the counter and places a couple of vases on the counter and smiles at me. This being is looking and acting like a very well know celebrity figure. But I don't think he is. I remain silent as he places both his hands on the counter and stares at me.
"You know, these are priceless ancient South American vases made by the Aztecs."
Standing from where I am I can see inside them and there is nothing but a black hole much like the shadows he walked in from.
I just smile and nod.
"They can be yours you know. All you have to do is this."
With that he reaches down beneath the counter and grabs a knife resembling a Persian curved blade and very quickly runs the knife across the palm of his other hand. His palm starts bleeding profusely as he smiles and places it on the nearest vase. The blood is now smearing all over the vase as he slides it up and down the side.
"That's all you gotta do. That's all you gotta do and they are yours."
He offers me the knife, but I don't want anything to do with it or his vases. In fact, I take a step back towards the door behind me and he sees I am about to leave and he raises his voice as he walks over to what looks like a white surgical sack hanging from the wall next to him. He slashes at the sack and a thick green goo slides out and filters down the wall. It flows like blood but it is green,
"That's all you got to do man! That's all you gotta fucking do! Just do it!"
Now he is really getting angry and he is raising his voice and getting aggressive, but I am feeling like he just can't get over the counter.
"JUST FUCKING DO IT MAN! FUCKING DO IT! JUST FUCKING DO IT!"
At that point I leave the room and shut the door behind me. As I do I hear the vases crashing and breaking against the door. He is extremely angry and I hear his voice so loud the room is rumbling.
"JUST FUCKING DO IT MAN! JUST FUCKING DO IT! FUCKING DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!"
So that was intense. I have had some experiences in life. That was a blood contract. It would have been what I referred to at the start of this post as an Interdimensional Bleedthrough and would have ended up the same way as this lady ended up. Stuff happens. It's the nature of things. If you are involved in the interdimensional aspect worlds open up. You have to deal with it. In the end there is always something or someone helping. Don't let the ego tell you you are the best and brightest. There is always something bigger than what you think you are.
Damned Demons! WTF?
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