So it begins that I was in Nick's (my step brother) room with him, watching the "Flower of Life" videos, and the guy giving the lecture was talking about humanity evolving into the "Christ Consciousness", which would place us into the fourth dimension.
Well, as we were watching this, it was nearing dark, and the lights were turned off, and the only light was coming from the TV. Upon listening to this guy talk about the consciousness shift, Nick and I decided that we were going to do it spontaneously, and so we started to shed our bodies, kind of like peeling an orange.
I went first, and when I got rid of my body, there was another exactly like it underneath. So I start to do the same with the second one, and when I peeled down across my face, one of my eyes was uncovered, and Nick goes "Whoa!" and says something about the color yellow and relating it to my eyes. Then I stood up, and I felt very light. I also noticed that I was brighter, like I was in one of these "bodies of light" that I've heard mentioned before. So I turned around and went to leave, and I decided to try floating, so I rolled my self into a ball and floated around in the spot I was for a moment, and then I went out the dining room.
When I got out there, I saw Aunt Irene, and I told her what I had done as far as going into Christ Consciousness. I don't think she agreed with me, and so I looked briefly into the mirror, and I saw a yellow fog just in front of and below my eyes. When I looked again, I saw that it was a projection of what was inside of my eyes, way in the back... it looked like a brownish yellow flame, and it made my eyes kind of glow.
Then I picked up somewhere (I think it might have been a different dream... There is a comic strip called "The Lockhorns" which is about a couple that has many marital problems that are picked at by the artist/author). Well, I remember that I was out in a car, and it was snowing quite a bit (which happened to be the case this evening as I write this down... it is now 1:00am, and I am writing this part from last night dream... but today a snow storm popped up, and there's about 8 or 9 inches of snow on the ground as of now). At one point, I realized that I was WITH the Lockhorns out in this snow, and I believe their car had gotten stranded in the snow. So I was helping to dig them out, but Mr. Lockhorn was walking up and over the hill away from us to find help. The next thing I remember was that me and Mrs. Lockhorn were walking up the same hill in pursuit of her husband. I guess we gave up on trying to dig out the car.
Then a little later I remember something brief about being out at my mailbox and getting my mail, and Jay (a farmhand that mom used to babysit for) was there close by in the tan pick-up of the Garbers' (a local farm family). I don't remember what I was getting out of the mailbox, but I think that I was wishing that Jay would go away so I could just get it in peace... There wasn't anything I didn't want him to see, but I just felt like he was almost watching me like a hawk, and it made me feel very uncomfortable.
Sunday, December 28, 1997
Saturday, December 27, 1997
Christmas Spider
I was out in some city (it may have been Staunton) and it was Christmas Eve. I remember that I made my way through three or four churches for a Christmas Eve program of some sort. About the only one that I really recall was one that they were having a buffet, and I was looking around for something, almost as if trying to figure out whether or not I was supposed to be there. I know I saw some familiar faces while I was there, but I don't recall now who they were.
Then a bit later I was at home, and it was night time. I think it was after I had returned home from this church search. I was out in the kitchen, and I remember having a pet spider. It was almost like a black widow, but it's abdomen was smaller, and it was a larger (over all) spider. I'd say that with it's legs spread out in a normal walk position, it was about as big around as a tennis ball (about three inches in diameter). It didn't occur to me at first that I'm terrified of spiders, and I believe I even remember some sort of conversation with it. I don't know if it was an actual spoken conversation, or if it was a mental transfer of some sort, but the conversation was there while I was sitting at the kitchen table handling it. I don't even remember what it was about, but I seem to recall it being a female sounding voice, even though it seemed to me that the spider itself seemed both male and female. (at least at first)
There was something on the front of the spider, but I don't remember what it was. Perhaps it was a napkin or something, but for some reason it was wrapped around the head and front two legs, at least, and keeping it tame, kind of like having it on a leash. But I think that this thing somehow made it personable.
Then something which I can't remember happened and killed the thing. I didn't realize at first that it was dead, but I had picked it up and I was stroking the back four legs from the underneath, kind of uncurling them as I did so, and then they'd go right back to being curled. I did this about two times, and I realized that it was dead. Then upon doing it a third time, I remembered that I was very afraid of spiders.
When I started stroking the legs the first time, I got up and was walking over to the kitchen door and was going over by the threshold and squatting or kneeling down. When I realized it was dead, I was trying to put it into the inch wide gap which was at the threshold, almost like it was a pit or a trashcan. When when I was afraid of it again, I was trying to shove it down in there with something besides my hand. I can't remember what I tried to use, but I know that I was becoming more and more repulsed by the thing by the moment.
Then a bit later I was at home, and it was night time. I think it was after I had returned home from this church search. I was out in the kitchen, and I remember having a pet spider. It was almost like a black widow, but it's abdomen was smaller, and it was a larger (over all) spider. I'd say that with it's legs spread out in a normal walk position, it was about as big around as a tennis ball (about three inches in diameter). It didn't occur to me at first that I'm terrified of spiders, and I believe I even remember some sort of conversation with it. I don't know if it was an actual spoken conversation, or if it was a mental transfer of some sort, but the conversation was there while I was sitting at the kitchen table handling it. I don't even remember what it was about, but I seem to recall it being a female sounding voice, even though it seemed to me that the spider itself seemed both male and female. (at least at first)
There was something on the front of the spider, but I don't remember what it was. Perhaps it was a napkin or something, but for some reason it was wrapped around the head and front two legs, at least, and keeping it tame, kind of like having it on a leash. But I think that this thing somehow made it personable.
Then something which I can't remember happened and killed the thing. I didn't realize at first that it was dead, but I had picked it up and I was stroking the back four legs from the underneath, kind of uncurling them as I did so, and then they'd go right back to being curled. I did this about two times, and I realized that it was dead. Then upon doing it a third time, I remembered that I was very afraid of spiders.
When I started stroking the legs the first time, I got up and was walking over to the kitchen door and was going over by the threshold and squatting or kneeling down. When I realized it was dead, I was trying to put it into the inch wide gap which was at the threshold, almost like it was a pit or a trashcan. When when I was afraid of it again, I was trying to shove it down in there with something besides my hand. I can't remember what I tried to use, but I know that I was becoming more and more repulsed by the thing by the moment.
Friday, December 26, 1997
Bus From Atlantis
I was out in the corn field that is between my house (grandmamma's house) and 256. At first, only me and Sean (my cousin) were there. We were running around in a figure 8 pattern around to rows of corn that were only a few inches tall and about eight to ten feet in length. The rest of the field was barren.
We were racing or something, and after a little bit, I decided to have Bill (a scruffy guy from school) join us, and suddenly there he was running with us. We were looking for a game to play, so this is what we had decided to do.
The next thing I remember was that we were at the Harrisonburg mall and we were looking at computer games, trying to decide which one to get to entertain ourselves. I'm not sure if it was my decision, or a group decision, but we were looking for ANY game that had something to do with Atlantis. At the main table we were looking at, we weren't having much luck, so I went up to a booth out in front of Musicland.
As I was looking around, I asked the woman working there if she had any games about Atlantis. At first she said no, and then she thought for a moment and said yes... she pulled down this hat that was on a large rack behind her (which was full of hats) and turned it over. The game was up underneath. I asked her how much it was, and she told me 13.99. I said that would be good, so I gave her eleven dollars. (???)
As I was looking at it after I bought it, I decided that I didn't want the hat, so I asked her if I could give that back to her. She didn't seem very pleased about that at first, but she agreed and took the hat back, saying something about making up the price difference. I was going to give her more money for taking the hat, and she said "No, I'll pay for it" and she came around front to give me the money.
She pulled out a large wad of cash and handed most of it to me. I knew that she was giving me too much, but she didn't seem to notice. I was very happy and about to stick it in my pocket when she kind of smirked at me and came over and took everything except a twenty dollar bill. We said goodbye, and I walked down to where my family, Sean, and Bill were to show them the game that I had picked up.
We then left on some school bus that took a major drive through the country and there was someone there that was in charge that was supposed to be keeping an eye on us like a teacher or guard or something.
At one point the bus stopped and everyone got out. We were at a "T" in the road, and the bus was pulled off to the right of the road we were on, and just above the road that went off to our right. (if the bottom of the "T" was pointing to the right, the bus was on the upper right part of it) I'm not sure if the bus was stuck or if we just stopped, but to be able to get going again.
There were plastic balls all over the road, and we had to do this billiards thing where we had to knock all the balls off the road and into designated spots, one of which being a pond or something that was across the road from the bus. If we missed any of them, then that meant that we had to clean up the bus and someone else would have to try.
At first Eric (my brother) was trying, but I think that either he messed up, or I took his place, and so I was shooting over into that pond, which was right beside the road, but just on the other side of a barbed wire fence. I think I got that one, but I must've missed a later one, because I remember having to clean up the bus. Someone must've finished the sequence because we were finally going again, so I slacked off on the cleaning.
We were racing or something, and after a little bit, I decided to have Bill (a scruffy guy from school) join us, and suddenly there he was running with us. We were looking for a game to play, so this is what we had decided to do.
The next thing I remember was that we were at the Harrisonburg mall and we were looking at computer games, trying to decide which one to get to entertain ourselves. I'm not sure if it was my decision, or a group decision, but we were looking for ANY game that had something to do with Atlantis. At the main table we were looking at, we weren't having much luck, so I went up to a booth out in front of Musicland.
As I was looking around, I asked the woman working there if she had any games about Atlantis. At first she said no, and then she thought for a moment and said yes... she pulled down this hat that was on a large rack behind her (which was full of hats) and turned it over. The game was up underneath. I asked her how much it was, and she told me 13.99. I said that would be good, so I gave her eleven dollars. (???)
As I was looking at it after I bought it, I decided that I didn't want the hat, so I asked her if I could give that back to her. She didn't seem very pleased about that at first, but she agreed and took the hat back, saying something about making up the price difference. I was going to give her more money for taking the hat, and she said "No, I'll pay for it" and she came around front to give me the money.
She pulled out a large wad of cash and handed most of it to me. I knew that she was giving me too much, but she didn't seem to notice. I was very happy and about to stick it in my pocket when she kind of smirked at me and came over and took everything except a twenty dollar bill. We said goodbye, and I walked down to where my family, Sean, and Bill were to show them the game that I had picked up.
We then left on some school bus that took a major drive through the country and there was someone there that was in charge that was supposed to be keeping an eye on us like a teacher or guard or something.
At one point the bus stopped and everyone got out. We were at a "T" in the road, and the bus was pulled off to the right of the road we were on, and just above the road that went off to our right. (if the bottom of the "T" was pointing to the right, the bus was on the upper right part of it) I'm not sure if the bus was stuck or if we just stopped, but to be able to get going again.
There were plastic balls all over the road, and we had to do this billiards thing where we had to knock all the balls off the road and into designated spots, one of which being a pond or something that was across the road from the bus. If we missed any of them, then that meant that we had to clean up the bus and someone else would have to try.
At first Eric (my brother) was trying, but I think that either he messed up, or I took his place, and so I was shooting over into that pond, which was right beside the road, but just on the other side of a barbed wire fence. I think I got that one, but I must've missed a later one, because I remember having to clean up the bus. Someone must've finished the sequence because we were finally going again, so I slacked off on the cleaning.
Monday, December 22, 1997
Nuking Area 51
I was somehow involved with Area 51. As it had turned out, there was an entrance to it in our yard (grandmamma's house), right where either Nick or I park our car in the grass. There was a shack looking building there next to it. The entrance to Area 51 looked somewhat like a manhole cover, and when you went down inside, there was a lot of piping and maze like (and sewer-like) structure to the whole thing.
At one point, something happened that wasn't supposed to, and I have the feeling that it was because of something that I did or said that dealt the Area 51 versus the general public. So I was out in my yard at one point, and I remember thinking something about having to set off an atomic bomb to get rid of the place. So I went over and "lit" one and dropped it in from a fishing pole looking thing (so I could stay as far away from it at possible) Immediately the lid shut over it, and it blew-up.
I watched it as dust and smoke rose from around the edges of the manhole cover door, and as I looked around, i could see the blast traveling under the ground and destroying all the tunnel work... It was lifing the grass as it traveled out and radiated from the manhole entrance. It did this all over our yard. It followed what reminded me of rain gutters under the ground, out to the road. And there were bigger tunnels that headed out towards the garden area, all of them blown up by this bomb.
At one point, something happened that wasn't supposed to, and I have the feeling that it was because of something that I did or said that dealt the Area 51 versus the general public. So I was out in my yard at one point, and I remember thinking something about having to set off an atomic bomb to get rid of the place. So I went over and "lit" one and dropped it in from a fishing pole looking thing (so I could stay as far away from it at possible) Immediately the lid shut over it, and it blew-up.
I watched it as dust and smoke rose from around the edges of the manhole cover door, and as I looked around, i could see the blast traveling under the ground and destroying all the tunnel work... It was lifing the grass as it traveled out and radiated from the manhole entrance. It did this all over our yard. It followed what reminded me of rain gutters under the ground, out to the road. And there were bigger tunnels that headed out towards the garden area, all of them blown up by this bomb.
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