MARS

 The Red Planet

    In the early years along my path to self awareness and while I was deeply embedded in my PTSD and still trying to figure out the what and why of this whole abduction phenomenon there was a process I was having of leaving my body and exploring the universe. This was something I was truly fascinated with and at times I would get lost in this process of exploration.

    How the process generally worked is I would sit down in my favorite chair with the headphones on where I would listen to some hemi sync music and fall into a deep trance. From there I would take myself through a process where I would allow the energy to flow through my spine and shoot myself out of my body. Once out I would then hold my space, usually on the top of the house or someplace stationary to where I would get my bearings and stabilize myself. From there I would state my intention, or someone or something would be waiting for me and escort me on a guided tour. I never knew where I was going to end up in these instances but it was always interesting.

    This particular time I had the intention of going to Mars. I had been reading about Mars and it had been on my mind. My readings included a lot of remote viewers and at the time the Cydonia region, due to the face and the pyramids, was in the frontline among all the conspiracy sources and recent pictures of Mars by the rovers and satellite images NASA had been releasing. 

This is an actual image from NASA of the area of Cydonia on Mars. The upper right center is the face with various other structures located nearby. It can be argued today on the validity of the structure being an actual face as when it is zoomed in the structure actually loses some of its features. While there are other structures nearby that are quite weatherd due to age and sandstorms over the centuries. 

My goal was to visit The Mars pyramids, if I could, just to see they were indeed pyramids, and to see if I could travel inside them.

    No sooner had I set my intention for Mars when I found myself standing in a room. I assumed it was earth and I was slightly dejected as I looked around and saw laying on a couch to the left there was a young guy just lounging around reading a magazine as if he was on a break or something. The room was well lit and perhaps fifteen feet from left to right. On the far end, perhaps thirty feet away, was a regular patio style sliding glass door, very similar to what most kitchens with an outdoor patio might have.

    The room was carpeted with a sickly brown and yellow shag carpet with like a thick stringy weave, quite popular at one time back in the day. Off to the right hand side there was a checkers set sitting on a table which looked like the game had suddenly been stopped and the players had just abandoned it and walked off.

    Other than the guy on the couch there was another guy on the far side of the room laying in a chair with his eyes closed, a large projection TV across from him off to the left side of me. I stood still for a moment wondering if they could see me. Neither one of them paid attention to me so I assumed they were not aware I was there. I had no idea where I was or why I was in that particular place. But I assumed, based upon what else happened, they may have been involved in some sort of remote viewing or consciousness studies of some sort. I often wonder about that.   

    I wanted to explore this area more but I couldn't. Something was drawing me to the sliding glass
doors and with that I walked through this room and straight through the doors. At that moment I felt like I was transported, like walking through a portal, and I found myself standing next to what amounted to a very large structure. Something very old and ancient. And even though it was large I felt like most of it was buried in the sand. It was really weathered and I got that it had lost most of its shape, but I did sense it was indeed a pyramid of some sort. I actually landed, for lack of a better word, somewhere between the crater slightly up and to the right and next to the pyramid. Still, it was not where I felt I needed to be and with that I was rushed from that particular area and sped across the plains to a low lying mountain in the distance.

    I was drawn to a figure who seemed to be waiting for me and who was anticipating my arrival. Why? How? I don't have any idea but as I approached him his figure grew larger and larger until I found myself standing in front of a very tall individual who was standing on a mound next to a small lake. He was fairly tall. Perhaps six and a half feet and well proportioned with some striking features. For reference he was wearing what the lady on the top picture was wearing with similar features, but he was masculine similar to her face. I suppose if I were to photoshop the perfect match it would be a mixture of the two. If the picture of the lady above was more masculine that would be very close to the individual I was standing in front of.

    I stopped for a moment and looked around. There was a small hill to the left which flowed down into a shallow valley. The top of the hill was barren like the rest of the landscape. But halfway down the hill there was some sparse plant life. A half plant, half tree, this plant had sparse branches which reached about two feet tall with waxy looking leaves on it that branched out with a purple tint to them. They reminded me of a plant which might grow on the hills overlooking the ocean on some tropical locale. Towards the middle of the hill the vegetation grew a bit thicker and in the center of it there were some housing units scattered near the small lake on the left side. The houses looked very much like a Pueblo dwelling you would see in the southwest without the support timbers. On the right side of the lake there was nothing. No foliage. No housing. Nothing. I had the impression the lake was drying out and would soon be gone, along with the last of the foliage.

    "What happened?" I asked him telepathically as he smiled at me. 

    "We must leave," he responded. "The planet is fragile and it is no longer going to be habitable."

    "Why?" I asked.

    "There is a planet which is on a collision course and as it passes life will not be able to exist above ground. We must leave. The gravitational pull will destabilize the planet."

    "Where will you go?" I inquired.

    "The beings you call the greys have agreed to transport us to another planet. We are grateful for their help. We are grateful for the greys. They have technology which will transfer us to safety."

    With that a vision of a planet passing close to Mars, one that looked eerily similar to our moon, passed so close to Mars it looked as if you could throw a rock and hit it. It didn't hit Mars itself, but the strain on Mars was so strong it nearly split. I could see debris flying through the air and Mars shake and quiver as it literally split before the other planet careened away into space, leaving Mars behind. At that point I understood what he was trying to communicate with me and immediately after that, like a rubber band pulling me back through space, I found myself shooting back through the room with the glass door where I popped back into my chair.

    I really have no idea where I was in space and time at that point. When I entered the room with the glass door I had a very distinct feeling it was the present. But once I found myself on Mars I can't really be sure where I was in time. It could have been thousands of years ago, or it could have been much sooner in history. And where did these tall alien beings go? I don't know. I had the impression some of them may have come to earth. 

    Much, much, latter in time I heard about Charles Hall and his Tall White aliens at area 51 and they were remarkably similar to what I had seen on Mars. Were they Tall Whites on Mars? Was this the being I met? I really don't know. Unfortunately I was never able to retrace the energy trail and find out. So in the end it was really just another strange trip.

What a long strange trip it's been...

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The Never Ending Saga Called Spiderwoman

 Deception is Everywhere, Staying Deceived is Optional

    After I had recovered from this journey where I had very nearly lost myself forever in the valley of the souls, and my arm was still missing from the elbow down, I still believed I had one more thing to do to recover from this demon called spiderwoman. I truly believed I had done enough to rid myself of this demon. With the help of spirit I had been able to disconnect myself from her and felt really good about where I was and how I felt. I was really relieved, quiet drained spiritually, but relieved to finally have put the incident behind me. 

    Still, my arm was missing and Quetzalcoatl had instructed me to come back and get it. I really don't know what I was thinking at the time. Just I wasn't sure how that was supposed to happen and then what was he going to do? Superglue it back in place? You never know how these things work. So once again I journeyed back to where I had met Quetzalcoatl. Back to the space and time where we had first met.

    Journeying through space and time is really nothing special once you understand how it works. You can track the energy flow back to anyplace you have ever been or track anyone or anything as long as you have a proper frame of reference on how to locate them. A visual from the internet works. A piece of clothing or an object. A name and birthdate. As long as you have a reference point tracking is not too hard. However, tracking something with a purpose and psychic stalking are two different things. Stalking opens you up for retaliation or entity attachments. Never really a good idea. Having a purpose with the intent of helping is quiet a different thing altogether.

    This time I found Quetzalcoatl and snake in the same place where I had met them before in pretty much the same position.

    "You asked me to return for my arm," I said as I watched snake raise his head, his tongue flickering in and out of his mouth as he stared at me.

    "You may have it," he replied as he smiled at me and turned his gaze towards snake. "But you must take it from snake. He will not give it up easily. So you must take it from him."

    At this point I just nodded my head that I understood what I had to do. I am not really going to go into detail on how I was able to retrieve my arm here. Just suffice to say that after I had retrieved it Quetzalcoatl looked at me with a satisfied look on his face and turned without saying a word and walked off. And that was that.

    I will say that over the years my left arm has seemed to be the arm that has given me the most trouble through out the years. I have had multiple surgeries on it with various things happening to it and along with the bite marks Spiderwoman had left on it this arm has had it's issues. From the elbow down it's been one thing after another. I find it strange.

    Over the period of the next year I would run into people and they would look at me and tell me I look different, act different, I had changed and I always take it that it was from this incident. I still meditated but it took a different tone. I was, if I am to be honest with myself, quiet leary about that spot in my journeys. I avoided it and tried the best to shut it out. I didn't want anything to do with my meditation spot again and found other places to go.

    Still, over the period of a year I felt as if something wasn't quiet right. Something felt off. I was sure I had gotten rid of Spiderwoman. Quiet confident as a matter of fact even though I could feel where she had bitten me every time my arm was exposed to the sun. A few months later after sharing my story with my mentors mentor I was taken back when he suggested I may want to check to see if she was really gone. I started to second guess myself.

    I have a lot of sunspots as I have aged. Shortly after I was bitten these two spots appeared on my arm in small circles and have gotten bigger over the years. 

    They do appear as sun spots. The larger spot on the left was where one of her fangs broke off in my arm in three pieces. At the time I could see it working up my arm. 

    I often wonder if this is why Quetzalcoatl cut it off at the elbow. I tried to enhance the photo. They are both much more pronounced under the naked eye for whatever reason.

    To this day I still feel them burn under the sunlight, more noticeably when I am just relaxing my left arm like in the car window, out at the beach, anytime I am relaxed in the sun.

    When I travel out of body I have a thing I do when I separate my consciousness from my body. I pick some spot, usually on the roof of the place I am journeying in, or if nothing else a spot about thirty or forty feet above my body and scan my surroundings. If I stay in my body I will do a three hundred and sixty degree scan and inspect my surroundings. I was suddenly finding that I could not turn around and look behind myself. Something, or someone, was preventing me from looking behind me and try as I may there was nothing I could do to see what it may be and nothing I was doing was fixing the situation. Then there was a double voice talking to me in my head. It was like I had two intuitions battling inside my head and both of them were giving me guidance on how to handle different situations. I was suddenly finding myself struggling with decisions and often sat back and wondered if this was a sign of schizophrenia. Was I going crazy?

    I really struggled with this for about a year, wondering about his intuitive voice that was becoming more and more persistent and then the other voice trying to give me clarity. I was puzzled to say the least. What the hell was going on? And yet, on a day to day moment, for the most part, I just maintained myself and carried on about my business.

    Then one day, out of the blue, the shaman calls me and tells me there is an issue. You are still connected to Spiderwoman. If you check behind you there is a silver cord stuck to your neck. Spiderwomans web, he insists. She is still attached to you and we need to do something about it because she is affecting me as well. I was stunned, but not too stunned as it all made sense. Everything that had been happening over the last year since she had bitten me. The double voice, the inability to turn around while I meditated, and the odd repulsion I had to listening to my voice after a recording. It was as if there was a shrillness about listening to myself and I would literally cringe on playback when I would hear myself speak.

    "What do we do?" I asked as he remained silent on the other end of the line.

    "I'm going to have to journey and take care of it," he replied. "I don't know what it is going to do to either one of us when she is removed but be prepared."

     Yea, like I am going to sit back and just let this go down without at least assisting somehow in solving the situation. This was all on me and I am not the type to just sit around if there may be something I could do. I thought I had gotten rid of the problem. It turns out that everything I had done up to this point, although helpful and beneficial, was not enough. I was still attached to spiderwoman so I needed to see if I could help somehow.

    So again, one more time, I retreated into sacred space and this time I followed the shaman into his space and watched him as he performed his work. Pulling out a small leather medicine bag I watched as he reached his hand into it and brought out what looked like golden flakes of light and flung them at spiderwoman. She let out a shrieking scream of pain as they settled upon her skin and she slowly started to shrivel in pain. Kind of like when a spider pulls its legs tight to its body as it dies. Unfortunately, she was not going easily, and I didn't really like the process she was going through very much in spite of what she had done to the both of us. In one sense she was just carrying out the measure of her creation. She couldn't help being what she was anymore than a turtle could help being what it was.

    I watched in silence for a moment or two before I felt like I really needed to assist somehow and just as I decided I needed to help the process along somehow this amazing scene pops up to my astonishment. There appeared, high above the scene, four angelic beings holding trumpets. Long trumpets from the four corners of the room, if you will. I didn't sense we were in a room. Rather these angelic beings treated their surroundings like they were in a square room and from each corner they let out a blast all at once which echoed not only sound, but a light vibration as well. The sound was deafening by any measure, but what was even more impressive was the vibration from the light energy that penetrated everything at once.

    I watched in fascination as this energy these angelic beings sent out assisted the shaman in his task of ridding spiderwoman from our existence. With one final scream in an agonizing cry of defeat she just kind of gave up the ghost and melted into the ground. And then silence. The shaman turned and walked away and I returned to my seated place on my bed and opened my eyes. I felt strangely empty and lightheaded. As though I was missing something as a feeling of peace flowed over me. My mind was clear and the extra voice I had been hearing in my head was now gone.

    It probably took less than an hour before the shaman called me back again. 

    "She's gone," he stated as we chatted on the phone.

    "I know," I replied. 

    We chatted for a few minutes on the reason he decided he needed to get rid of her and what was happening to him and why, and how, it made him feel. I just acknowledged what he had been going through and with that we ended the conversation. I never heard from him again and I have no idea what happened to him, but I am sure he is around somewhere.

    The rest of the day I just took it easy. I just tried to recouperate and try to understand what I had just been through. But the coming weeks would be about the hardest mental challenge I have ever been through in my life.

    Over the next two weeks in particular I really struggled. First off, I felt as if I had lost twenty years and I was actually in that time period of a couple of decades early. I found myself looking for cassettes of music I had purchased from the time when cassette tapes were popular, even though the digital age was just beginning and we were starting to eliminate the CD. I'm talking Ipods, etc. I was really frustrated when I couldn't find all my music or a way to play the tapes.

    I followed that up with applying for a welding position at a company I used to work for twenty years earlier. I had not touched a welding rod since I left that company. But in my mind I could see how to weld just like I had done when I was with the company and I was positive I would have no problems passing the weld test. My welding was xray quality in an overhead position which was as good as you can get as a welder. The interview for the position went something like this.

    "So you are a welder," the shop foreman asked. "Can you actually weld?" He was almost mocking me.

    "Yea, I can weld," I replied. " I used to work for you. Ask Mark. I ran into him as I walked into your office.

    It's true. I worked with Mark as my foreman on a lot of projects and knew him well. But I was stunned when I ran into him again in the hallway. He wasn't the Mark I knew. He had changed so much. I had just been laid off (or so I thought I had been. It had actually been twenty years ago though in real time) and this was a different man. Much older looking. I just gasped when I saw him. I mentioned how much he had changed and the fact he didn't have any hair anymore. He was actually bald!

    "Yea," he responded as I hit him up about his hair, "I shaved it, grew it out, died it a different color, over the years I went bald."

    I was stunned to say the least! How did he do all that since the small amount of time I had been laid off? I really could not understand how that could happen? I just shook my head staring at him as he walked down the hallway, literally confused over his rapid change in appearance. Years??? I was baffled.

    With that the foreman brought up his computer and looked through his records.

    "When did you say you worked here?" The look on his face perplexed as he scrolled down through his spreadsheet.

    "I was laid off in April," I replied, "during the recession."

    He looked at me again in curiosity as I heard him muttering under his breath, counting the months, then years, as he slowly scrolled through his records. I listened to him as the years rolled from his mouth and he kept scrolling back through time. 

    "Yea," he finally stopped as he stared at me ominously as I fidgeted in my seat. "1983."

    Again, I was stunned and just looked at him perplexed as he stared at me in silence. I literally did not understand what he was talking about.

    "Alright, he replied, "we will call you in for a test. Thanks for dropping by."

    I really didn't know what to think. I couldn't understand where I was at in time, literally! And two weeks later after I had a chance to reset he called me back, ready to set me up for a welding test. I had somewhat recovered though and just kind of laughed. I was like no, man, I have no interest in being a welder! The answer coming back from him over the line as he hung up was something like, should have known it, I think the guys lost his marbles.

    The other issue was a question of my sanity. It's hard to explain unless you have been through it but the removal of spiderwomans presence did something very strange to me. All of a sudden it was like my head had been cleared out. Like a hard drive that had been reset. Like my thoughts were echoing around a large cave in the dark, bouncing around my head and echoing loudly. The other voice that had me questioning my sanity was now gone and it was just me and my thoughts and though it was liberating, it was also maddening. For two weeks I was walking on the edge of sanity wondering if I was seriously going to go over the edge and needed to be committed. On the outside I appeared fine. On the inside my head was a mess. Fortunately, after a period of time, things got better and I eventually bounced back to the time I was actually living in. Time is relative I guess, huh?

    Over the years I ran into a couple of people who described the experience I went through as their own. So I am not alone. One was connected to being possessed by a reptilian being. One of the weird things they described as they were being inhabited by this being was children suddenly were leary of them, and the other was an abnormal following of rats showing up wherever they went. Why rats? Who knows?

    So why have I decided to share this experience with you all? This amazingly convoluted, complex, clusterfuck of a jealous and disturbing possession? 

    I hadn't talked about this to anyone other than maybe three people over my life. I was very dubious I was ever going to talk about it again. I think one reason I am talking about this incident now is just to show the complexity of the human spiritual condition that most human beings will never comprehend.

    The spiritual world is very convoluted and there are so many aspects to the spiritual world which are just outside of the human state of perception. Many people walk around the world with attachments of one sort or another which do not want to be known. Which walk in silence and work through deception. While the world of demonic possession can reveal itself in the traditional religious attributes of Infestation, Oppression, Obsession, and Possession, and they are real, there are other ways possession works and this is only the obvious way.

    So in the end there is a world out there I consider kind of like a gigantic, for lack of a better word, playground, which is just outside the reach of human perception. If humans live in a third dimensional reality there is a fourth dimensional reality just outside of of ours, kind of like looking into a mirror and wondering what is on the other side. A realm where ghosts, demons, aliens, lost human souls, nature elementals, humans, all have free access to, and have the ability to, reach through and influence or possess humans, or other things, and help to influence choices we make. In this sense, humans are living in hell, but also enjoying paradise, depending on how we allow outside forces to determine how we think by our reaction, or actions, towards each other and our environment. 

    I am one of the fortunate ones. I have been able to get through this with physical wounds that have never healed, but with a much greater understanding of some of these realms. I am blessed.

I choose paradise. Maybe I have rose colored glasses?

Valley of the Souls part 3

 Release...or so I thought?

    So once again I found myself on a journey. This time, going back to the place where this had all started, back to the place where I had encountered this strange man and spiderwoman. This place where everything had started out so innocently and I was just trying to find a place to relax and find some meaning to my life. 

    I knew this journey was something I had to finish while it was still fresh on my mind and I had to deal with everything that was going on while the connection was still fresh. It was kind of like having a conversation with someone and addressing the issues while the individual you were having a conversation with was present and everything was fresh on your mind. The longer I let this incident go on the harder it would be to get her out of my life. So the faster I took care of it the easier it would be. It's like letting cement cure. As long as the cement is wet the easier it is to work it. Once the concrete cures it becomes extremely problematic to work it. So removing whatever it is Spiderwoman had done to me had to be addressed as quickly as possible.

    So when I arrived on the scene and had traveled deep into my meditation again I found myself standing on the shores and was surprised to see more beings on the beach waiting for me. Indian warrior was there, and he already had a sacred space set up. A large square perhaps thirty feet by thirty feet was set up with a ceremonial fire burning in the center of it. On each corner was a spear thrust in the ground with a flag on each one. A white flag on one, a brown flag, a red flag, and a yellow flag on the others. Each spear carrying its own flag. I am not sure what the representation for the different colors were. Off to the side of the fire was my totem animal who happened to be a bald eagle. Not a small eagle, but a rather large one much taller than a man. For scale it was more like something you could ride and that was exactly what we were going to do, unbeknownst to me at the moment.

    With that, and without saying a word, Indian warrior and I both climbed upon eagles back as eagle lowered himself to the ground and with a flap of his giant wings we were were soon skimming the water towards the direction of the cave on the beach where Spiderwoman had first taken me into the valley of the souls. The whole time we were flying my mind was racing as to how I was gong to destroy this alter which stood at the cave entrance. This spot where I had the energy beam flow through me and I had watched it flow through me as it rose and disappeared somewhere off in the distance. 

    As we neared the entrance and the alter we flew over it a couple of times before an idea came into my head and I instantly found myself holding a giant mallet in my hand. It can be debated on whether or not I was actually holding a large mallet with a three foot diameter head on it, or if it merely represented my mind focusing and creating concentrated power in order to destroy this alter. In my mind I was going to pulverize it and turn it into dust so this alter could no longer hold any power over me. And just as I was about to strike the alter as we flew over it a voice shouted to me just as I raised my arm, my only arm, and instructed me in no uncertain terms to stop. I don't know where this voice came from but it had a commanding presence to it and I immediately froze in my tracks and lowered my arm. No sooner had I heard this voice coming from nowhere in particular but everywhere at once, eagle turned and we immediately flew as fast as eagle could fly into the cave and we found ourselves traveling through the center of the valley of the souls. 

    Once again I stared in fascination at all the souls twirling around us as we flew by, their necks twisted as they all cranked their heads to stare at us as we glided by. Not one tried to stop us, rather I felt as if they were staring in wonder at us trying to figure out what we were and why we were there. I think they were a bit confused as to our motives. Still, with the mallet put away I was hanging on to eagles feathers and could feel Indian warrior hanging on to me, his arms wrapped around my waist during the whole time eagle was bearing us.

    It didn't take very long before we just seemed to burst out of the valley of the souls and and suddenly we were flying through Spiderwomans lair and we found ourselves gliding directly over the alter she had me stand on. This one was a duplicate of the one I was about to destroy at the entrance to the beach cave.  Needless to say I didn't waste anytime and once again I found myself clutching the mallet in my hand with Indian warrior holding me as I really unleashed on this alter, pulverizing it as I hit it again and again and again, watching it turn to dust. I was unleashing my anger on it and once I was finished, off in the distance, I heard a blood curdling scream rising into the air and seemingly surrounding us. None of us really wanted to stick around and see what it was that was letting out that scream so eagle made a mad dash back through the valley of the souls towards the beach we had come from. 

    The journey back was nothing like the journey to Spiderwomans lair though and it was not an easy trip back. As eagle was flying as hard as he could to get back through the valley of the souls I could see hands reaching out from the walls of tunnel, hands and arms desperately trying to grab us, to stop us from leaving. 

    

    Apparently, Spiderwomans screams had alerted these beings and I was seriously wondering if eagle was going to make it. He was really struggling as if he had hit a headwind and was battling to stay aloft. This was not going to be easy. And just as we felt eagle starting to make headway about halfway through the valley of the souls something reached out and knocked me off of eagles back. I felt myself flying above eagles back and over Indian warrior and with a desperate grab I was able to grasp eagles tailfeathers as he flew through the air. At that point Indian warrior crawled down eagles back and managed to grab my arm and hold on until we finally made it out of the cave and back to the beach. 

    Needless to say we wasted little time in sealing the cave entrance and destroying the alter. With that we flew off the beach. Apparently Indian warrior who had said nothing at all, but was just noticed with his presence, had plans for me and off we flew. I remember flying high into the clouds and when we emerged from the clouds we were suddenly flying through some amazing high mountain peaks and far below us was this amazing crystal clear lake. As we descended and got closer to the lake I noticed a green meadow next to it which gave way to to a group of Quaking Aspen trees which spread as far as the eyes could see. 

    As we got even closer I noticed at the shore of the lake in the clearing was a teepee. And next to the teepee was an older Indian who was waving at us like he had been expecting us to arrive. As eagle touched down to the ground next to this man I understood him to be a shaman and a healer. I stood next to him and looked him in the face. He was smiling at me like he had just gotten away with something and as I smiled back a warmth came over me.

    "You look warn and have been in a battle," he said as he motioned me to his teepee.

    "No," I replied as I contemplated climbing on the back of eagle and taking off again. "I am fine and I have other things I need to do."

    I had recently been wary of another issue which had threatened me and I thought as long as I was on a roll I would get that taken care of as well. I noticed Indian warrior had moved right behind me but I had little idea why he was standing so close to me.

    "No," the medicine man replied. "You are too weak and you have expended to much of your energy in this battle. I must heal you. You are in no shape to be a warrior right now."

    And for whatever reason I realized he was right and the minute he explained to me what kind of shape I was in I collapsed back into Indian warriors arms. The last thing I remember was Indian warrior carrying me into the medicine mans teepee and laying me on a pile of furs. As I was looking out through the teepee entrance I saw eagle flying off with Indian warrior on his back. 

    This part of the journey was over. I had dealt with what I thought was the worst part of the incident I had been forced to deal with. And yet, it was still not quiet over. 

There are times in life where you must let the ego go in order to survive. It's only when you surrender to the act of observation and listen from the heart where you can be truly saved from yourself.

    

 

Valley of the Souls continued

Consequences 

    So here I was, completely out of my meditation and left to wonder about what had just happened. To this day I can sit and reflect on my actions, or lack thereof, and I still have questions about why this went forward and why my naivety left me so totally open to what had happened and what would have happened if I had been aware enough to say no and just leave the meditative state I was in. It doesn't matter because it is over and I have become a much more aware person as a result. Still, the experience, unawares to me, was just beginning. The situation was just getting started and was not close to ending it anytime soon.

    I was very fortunate to have a mentor in my life at the time who gave me a much vaster understanding of the other worlds and how to deal with situations that may arise in dealing with them. So this whole experience was running through my head, every little detail as it happened, as well as the very real pain I was feeling in my arm where spider woman had bitten me. 

    Later the following day we got together, as we so often did, and I went into detail about what had happened and how this entity had bitten me. All the time I kept glancing at her face as she seemed deep into concentration over what I was telling her, her face showing deep concern over what I was explaining had happened to me during my meditation. When I was finished I just stared ahead through the windshield of her vehicle in a daze, waiting for her to respond.

    "What have you done?" She questioned me as I stared through the window of her vehicle. "Why in hells name did you do that?" 

    I shrugged my shoulders. I had no explanation and I really didn't understand any of what had just happened.

    "This is bad, Don," she added. "I don't know if there is anything you can do. I don't think I can do anything. I am not sure anyone can do anything. Let me call the shaman and see what he can do. I still don't think he can help. You are in real trouble." 

  The shaman was a mutual friend we had. Quite powerful in his own regards and I held out hope perhaps he could help? I listened to her talk on the phone for what seemed like forever. Listening for her quest for help and advice as she probed him for answers. And the whole time I was gradually coming to an understanding that I had been duped. That both of these beings had worked on my ego and my trust and had manipulated the situation so that I would agree with them and say yes. That was all they needed. An action in the affirmative by me. And I had given approval and now I was trapped. 

    The longer I sat there the angrier I got. Anger at them, but mostly anger at myself. Anger at allowing myself to be so naive as to be duped so easily!

    "Well, you're on your own," she responded as she finished her conversation with him. "He isn't sure what to do and he told me you just have to deal with the situation and you are on your own. Maybe you will die?"

    We were silent for a few minutes as we both delved into our own consciousness for a way to remove this entity before she spoke up. My anger at this point was palatable and I could almost taste it. I was beyond anger.

    "I am going to tell you a story," she finally spoke up, breaking the silence, "this is about my mentor."

    

    Her mentor was a shaman who practiced along the path of Carlos Castaneda. A Peruvian born shaman who trained under a Yaqui shaman named Juan Matus. Her mentor was trained under one of Carlos Castaneda's students as well as receiving training by shamans on the Navajo and Hopi Indian reservations in the four corners area of the United States. My mentor was tutored by this Shaman.

    "He was living on the reservation and was being tutored by a shaman there," she added," one day he was in a meditative state similar to where you were. While he was in this state he met a shaman who challenged him while on his journey. In his journey this shaman picked up a stick and drew a line in the sand between the two of them. The shaman pointed at the line and dared him to cross over the line. So he took him up on the dare and proudly jumped over the line thinking he was powerful enough to deal with this shaman who had dared him. He was immediately lost in a dream and his body went into convulsions. It was so bad that the shaman who was working with him had to to restrain him and tie him to a tree. It took three days worth of intense ritual practice before he found his way back to his body and the spirit was removed. This is what you have just done. You have crossed the line. You are not convulsing. But you have let this being in and I don't know what I can do for you."

    My mind raced in panicked anger as I thought about how I was going to deal with this. This wasn't right! I had been trapped by my own arrogance and if anyone was going to take care of this it was going to have to be me. Anger has a power of it's own. It is a powerful tool if used right and I was about to use it.

    "I have to do something..." I said in a hushed voice. "I need to take care of this!"

    "Well, be careful," she replied as she dropped me off. "Don't make it worse for heavens sake!"

    The next day found me creating sacred space and asking the universe for help as I prepared myself for whatever it is I must do. My anger was still very much evident and I was determined to do something to help myself. In the end, I was responsible for my predicament and now I was going to have to find some way to undo whatever it was spider woman had done to me.

    As I entered my altered state I left all my thoughts behind and found myself in total darkness. I had no clue what I was going to do but felt confident I would be able to find the help I needed. So, I waited until I saw a light in the distance and worked myself towards the light, not knowing what I would find. Once I arrived where the light was I realized I was standing in some Mayan or Incan city that looked as if it had been long since deserted, save one rather large man standing in front of me. He was dressed very similar to the picture as far as his headdress goes, but he was without a shirt and was very muscular. He was wearing a leather apron with a jaded sword hanging from his side. He had on his feet a type of sandal with leather laces wrapping around his legs. On each side were torches that looked a lot like tiki torches we use today. At his feet wound an enormous snake, perhaps twenty or thirty feet long, and it was coiled through and around his legs, his large head staring at me, his eyes fixed on me. 

    "Who are you?" I asked in a rather guarded fashion and wondering if I was about to walk into another trap of some sort.

    "I am Quetzalcoatl," he replied as his voice rolled from his mouth. "You have asked for help. I am the one that was sent to help. Do you accept this help?" 

    I sat silent for a moment as I watched snakes head raise and stare menacingly at me, his tongue slithering between his lips.

    "Yes," I replied as I wondered how I ever got myself into this rather bizarre situation?

    "Give me your arm," he replied.

    With that I extended my left arm out and as he grabbed my hand he drew his jaded sword and in a flash cut my arm off at the elbow. Without saying a word he flung my arm at snake as snake, in one fell motion, raised his head and body up to snatch it out of the air and in an instant my left arm was removed at the elbow and traveling down snakes mouth towards his belly.

    "It is done," he stated as he placed his sword back into his belt on his side. "Come back and see me when you are done with your quest."

    With that Quetzalcoatl turned and walked away while snake slithered along side him as he faded into the distance, leaving me alone in the darkness.

    I came out of my journey undaunted and still very angry. This was not what I had expected to happen, but then again, what did I expect to happen? Things of this nature do not work off of what a human perception is of what life or reason should be, nor of a perceived human conception of time either. If you go into a situation such as this it is not something you prepare for or even understand. It is a journey where spirit alone dictates how to deal with things. Spirit is the only thing that can see beyond a human beings perceived notion of how things should operate in the supernatural world. Ones human reactions and reasoning will fail to resolve the situation you would like resolved if one relied solely upon human instincts and knowledge . Human perception can not perceive what non human entities, spiritual or extraterrestrial, are thinking. You must check human emotions and reason at the door with situations such as this. Unknowingly, this is what I was doing. This lack of organized action is what would save me from total disaster.

    The next day I again talked with my mentor and explained what had been happening to me in my altered state. Again she shook her head in silence as she contemplated what she can do to help me.

    "Look, I know I am just hoping I can get this done and undo whatever it is I have gotten myself into," I told her as the anger boiled in my veins. "I have to go back. I have to take care of spider woman somehow. I know I am on my own. But I am the only one at this point that can take care of this. Who else can I turn to?"

    I was angry and desperate. Anger has a power of its own. It is an emotion you can hold on to with a lot of energy and if you use this energy with clear intent and do not let it fog your thoughts it is quiet powerful. This is where my state of mind was. I had a lot of anger and I was about to direct this anger towards getting spider woman to release me.

    "I'll tell you what I can do," she responded quietly, "I'll send you my indian warrior to help you. You can have him for two weeks but at the end of two weeks I am calling him back."

    With that I was much more optimistic that I would be able to pull something off and remove spider woman from my life. At the time I really had little idea on how much of a deal this was on her part. These type of spirits and gifts are not to be taken lightly and it is a great honor to be able to have someone send something of a spiritual nature like this to someone else. Today I am greatly honored she did this. And I knew she had an indian warrior that was gifted her. We had actually been able to capture him on a photo on our phones a couple of times. 

 

    . To Be Continued...

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Valley of the Souls

Valley of the Souls 

    Several years ago, back when I was trying to understand what I was doing with my esoteric travels, I ran across a situation I didn't know was possible to happen to anyone. I trusted the process I had been taught about meditation techniques and creating sacred space and was really having a lot of success exploring the universe and more explicitly our solar system both in past and present tense.

    

    This experience was one of the most alarming and yet innocent things I had encountered up to that point in time and it left me perplexed and quiet confused over just what had happened to me and why. This journey haunts me to this day in more than one way. So here goes my experience. It is quiet long so I may break it up into two parts. 

    So I always began my journey with a light sage followed up with a visualization process where I surround my space I am journeying in with a clear protective bubble, followed by allowing the energy from my inner self to expand and filling up my protective bubble with golden energy to surround my body as I began my journey. Over the period of the year I had been making my journeys I never had any inclination I was under any harm and just naturally assumed I was safe. Of course, I never had any tangible threat to my safety up to that point either. This day was different however, and I mentioned this journey briefly in a previous post called 'Meditations and Inherent Risks'. This post will get into depth of what happened that day back in the late nineties.

    

This scene was very similar to the scene I had created for the purpose of my meditations. I had a process I had developed whereas I could travel deeply into the depths of my soul into a very relaxed almost hypnotic state. Once there I would relax on the shore in a beach chair with my feet buried in the sand at the waters edge. The beach wound around to the left similar to this scene with the beach winding around to the right as well creating a lagoon of sorts. To the right the shoreline rises into these amazing cliffs overlooking the ocean. Once I focused in on the scene I could spend up to an hour of real time deep in this meditative state. There was an old bungalow directly behind me under the palm and coconut trees. I mention the bungalow only because later in life it plays a part in my life.

    So here I would sit deep under my meditative state just enjoying the peaceful bliss of my private, secure, safe sanctuary. That is until he showed up.

    So I am sitting there in this blissful state staring out over the bay and listening to the waves lap up on shore and feeling at total ease when I noticed far down the shoreline to the right of me there was a figure moving. I was alarmed at first, seeing someone else in my sacred sanctuary I had created for my own personal bliss. Yet, there he was and he was walking straight towards me as I sat in my beach chair. 

    As he got closer I saw he was dressed in all black, kind of like like he was a nomad from the middle east. He was wearing a Thobe which was tied around the middle of his waist with a red sash tying his ensemble together. His skin was darker but more like a well tanned individual with a middle eastern look. His hair was jet black and shoulder length with some wavy loose curls. He had a well maintained beard and mustache and he was a rather handsome man with deep brown eyes. I watched in wonder as he approached me and silently stood next to me in my chair as I tried hard to understand who he was or why he was in my sacred space?

    I just starred at him for a bit, and he at me, and he smiled the most genuine smile I think I have ever felt. Still, I didn't understand how he could be here with me? The thought kept running through my head on if I should close this meditation out and return to my chair I left my body in, or to hear this man out? I wrestled with the decision of staying or leaving when I came to the conclusion if he was here it must have some meaning and he must be benevolent, shouldn't he? How else could he be here if he was not benevolent? So I resigned myself that this man, which had so non-chalantly walked into my meditational bliss, must be ok or he would not be here.

    The moment I had come to this conclusion he finally spoke.

    "Come with me," he said with a quiet and yet somewhat majestic air of authority in his voice. 

    With that I rose up from my chair and followed him as he led me back up the beach from where he had come from. Cutting away from the beach to the right we travelled up a well worn path through the waist high growth as he led me up the trail through the brush towards a cliff which overlooked the ocean. I could see the spot on the beach where I had been sitting when he had introduced himself now far below us. I stood next to him as the ocean breeze blew his robes back and swept his hair from his face back over his shoulders. I stared across the vastness of the ocean below us and was immediately overcome with the majestic beauty of the view in front of me.

    We both stood there for what seemed like forever before he turned and stared me in the eyes, stretching his arms out like he owned the place and emphatically stated with a smile,  "this could all be yours!" He exclaimed resolutely like he was about to give it to me. I just stood there, confused with as to how was I supposed to respond to his remark and who was he to think he could give me what I had created or something the creator was giving me to use free of charge? At this point I was very confused and did not really have much of a clue as to what was really going on? With that he motioned us back down the trail towards the beach to which I followed him as he led me back to the place where I had been sitting on my chair when he had introduced himself.

  

    As we approached the beach towards the chair which was waiting for me just where I had left it, another being showed up. I called her a being because I could not really make out what she was, and yet here she was.

    

    This picture pretty much defines the being I was introduced to by the man on the beach. She had a purple hue to her body. More of a lavender precisely. She was a mixture of what I would call the body of Medusa and the bottom half, like a centaur, but a shiny spider body vs a horse like a centaur. It resembled a black widow body. So her hair was long and braided and had a reggae look to it. Her face was beautiful with well built proportions with two fangs hanging from her mouth and she was naked down to her waist which seamlessly melded into the body of a black widow spider. "Follow her," he added as he turned and walked back up the beach. I just nodded and watched him walk back up the beach away from me and out of the meditation I was in. 

    "Give me your arm," she said, her voice rippling over me like some music from deep within the confines of time. I was immediately drawn to her voice which echoed from somewhere deep inside her soul.

    I found myself unconsciously reaching out my left arm to which she grabbed it and immediately bit her fangs into my arm, breaking the fangs off inside my arm as she withdrew her mouth.

    "OUCH!" I exclaimed as I withdrew my arm in pain. At that exact moment I recalled opening my eyes and jerking my arm physically off of the arm of the chair I was meditating in and rubbing my arm in pain before relaxing again and regaining my spot in the journey I was having.

    "You bit me you bitch!" I cried out in pain as I re-emerged back into my journey again.

    "Do not worry it will heal," she exclaimed non-chalantly as she smiled at me. "Here, jump on my back," she added as she extended her arm and lowered her abdomen to the ground while she waited for me to jump on. Once I had settled on her back she warned me to hold on tight as she sped down the beach towards a large cave opening at the far left hand side of the beach.

    "Jump off," she said as she motioned me towards what I assumed was an altar of some sort that was sitting on the ground near to the entrance of the cave. An eight sided granite stone perfectly level and polished as the sun shone off of it with an eight sided center portion slightly lighter in color than the rest of the stone. Brown with a tan center I stood in the center of this stone and watched as a multi colored light flowed from the bottom of the stone, flowing through me and disappearing off into the sky.

    "That is good," she replied with a smile on her face as she motioned me to jump back on after the stream of light had vanished into the sky. 

    And with that she was off again, running with great speed into the cave and deep into the bowels of the earth with me on her back, clutching my arms around her slender waist. Soon the walls of the cave gave way revealing a sinister site of souls floating and spinning around in place of the walls to which there was no depth, only the site of more and more souls trapped within the confines of spider woman's lair. All I could see was empty space as far as as the eye could see and soul after soul floating in endless space, twisting and turning to stare at me on the back of what I was referring to as spider woman at this point. This scene reminded me of a portrait taken from the book 'Dante's Inferno', where all the souls of hell made up the walls of the cave he was descending into. Very similar. Or the portrait of angels surrounding a portal towards heaven. So I often wonder if I was indeed traveling though a portal someplace.

    "What is this place?" I asked her as she made her way deeper and deeper into the cave.                                    "It is the valley of the souls," she responded as she traveled down through the great expanse of nothingness. "Hold on tightly. I don't want to lose you. If you fall off I will never be able to find you again."              With that I clung tightly to her waist as she traveled onward deeper and deeper though the valley of the souls until finally bursting through and seeing the valley of the souls disappear and we emerged into a world much like any other world, save it was colored in shades of purple and lavender. There was a stream running next to us as she stopped, the the water was light purple and flowing over the rocks looking kind of like some type of grape soda. The ground itself was a light violet colored, with the trees and ground all the same color with the same purple hue. Other than that it was very much similar to the world that humans walk in.

 

         With that we stopped next to an object similar to what I had stepped into as we had approached the cave entrance near the beach. This is very similar to that object. I stepped into the center of this making sure I was centered and not touching the brown marble stone. As I stood still on the tan colored stone a beam of light flowed from the stone, shot through my body, and where this beam of energy went I am not sure. The beam simply shot through me, into the sky and out of sight. Spiderwoman seemed satisfied after this energy beam shot through me but never made any attempt to touch the stones themselves. This stone was about four feet across with the smaller, lighter colored stone perhaps two foot across.

        What had happened I was not sure at the time. I was not sure why I accepted whatever was going on between this man I had met and Spiderwoman. I wasn't sure about anything and I was deeply confused over the whole incident. 

    Spiderwoman, pleased with what had happened, motioned me to jump back on her back and in no time at all we journeyed back through the valley of the souls and she dropped me off where I had met her and quickly left without saying another word. So there I was, by myself, standing on the beach like nothing had ever happened save for the bite on my arm.

    So this concludes part one of the journey. I will post part two later. For whatever reason I was pretty much oblivious to whatever danger I was in. I had willingly, although unconsciously, just submitted myself to a possession of sorts. Very much like a demonic possession. I had been chosen by her and with the bite she claimed possession of me and with the energy attachment she had me go though I was now sealed to her lair. I was her eyes and ears into the physical world and I was not even understanding what had happened. In a sense, I was almost a lost cause to her will. Almost...I will explain how I was able to retrieve myself and my sanity in part two. 

In the Depths of Darkness there is always light, 

you just need to understand how to see it.