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Post by ~¤LilacSky¤~ on Feb 6, 2005 14:57:09 GMT -5
Hey guys I just would like to hear your experiences with the other side, perhaps youve been in contact with entity's or you traveled over ,...I would like to hear about them,
I always have this lucid dream, where the walls are split by a silver curtain, and it is all dark, kind of like the ocean bottom, and I can see beams of light floating about...The last time I saw this I just sat there and watched them, as I watched I became sad for some reason, I think that I could feel their urge to live...it was odd. but Ill never forget it and I think I did see some truth in that darkness.
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Post by Lady_Butterfly on Feb 6, 2005 20:01:56 GMT -5
How about seeing a ghost? Would that be crossing over? I'm pretty sure that's what it was, and I don't think I'll ever forget. I was about five years of age and my brother and I snuck into my parent's master bedroom, which was located in the back of the house. We started jumping up and down on the bed (like it was a trampoline). Well, my brother decided he was bored and left, but I kept jumping and jumping. I then slipped and my head crashed into the corner of my mom's dresser. All I remember is that I screamed and I was laying in a puddle of blood. Before my mom got there, I looked up and say an old woman standing in the doorway pointing to me and hackling (laughing) at me! It was horrible. After that, I blacked out and woke up on the way from the hospital. I had later found out from my mom, I was unconcious when she came in the room, and I had to have stitches. I asked my mom who was there laughing at me, and she said it was nobody. I will never forget what I saw, and know it was real. Maybe I was in between a concious and unconciouss state since I eventually blacked out. I could have seen the lady then. When I got much older my sister let me know that a woman had passed away in the house. I'm almost sure it was her. Who else could it have been?
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Post by ~¤LilacSky¤~ on Feb 6, 2005 20:26:12 GMT -5
strange, but interesting, that leads me to another topic, I used to pass out alot as a kid, and I would dream, perhaps thats what you expreinced but like you said in a deep conscious level of awarness like lucid dreaming or obe's. has anyone else had dreams or anything while they were passed out?
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megmac
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Post by megmac on Feb 9, 2005 14:25:16 GMT -5
Hi Lilacsky,
I met an entity while I was deeply unconcious (unconcious for 3 days!) quite recently. I could copy my post from the other forum for all your members to see if that's ok. Also, should I post it on this thread?
Megan xx
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Post by ~¤LilacSky¤~ on Feb 9, 2005 14:29:40 GMT -5
sure Meg, I would love to read it!!
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Post by megmac on Feb 9, 2005 14:41:58 GMT -5
This is my OBE that I had while I was been attacked by my dad. It has taken me a while to write it because it brings back some nasty memories as you can imagine. I wanted to post it though because it has changed my life forever, I know that much.
When my dad chucked me down the cellar stairs I heard a big crack and felt a pain in my leg, when I hit the bottom everything went black. I didn’t know at the time but this was when I hit my head and was knocked unconscious. At first I didn’t realize that I was out of my body because I remember sort of laying on the floor thinking to myself ‘actually, that didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would’. I looked around and it was dark at first and then it went grey and then just cloudy until eventually I could see around the cellar. I saw my body lying at the bottom of the stairs with a lot of blood. This frightened the hell out of me because I have never seen my own body during an OBE and I was convinced I was dead. I just sat there watching my father come down the stairs towards where I was laid and I because aware of someone beside me. I looked over and there was a woman with me, I asked her who she was and if I was dead (telepathically I think). She said her name was Nut (?? Crazy name I know!) and she was there to help me. She was dressed in a thin white dress a bit like a sheet and she had very dark hair and very dark eyes. She was very beautiful in an unusual sort of way.
Usually when I an out of body I feel a tugging to come back to my body after a while but I wasn’t experiencing this, I asked Nut why I couldn’t go back to my body. She said that my physical body has to go through this ordeal because it was part of my plan and is a major part of my spirits learning, but my spiritual body does not need to experience it. I was no longer feeling afraid and even though I could see the horrible things that my dad was doing to my body I was watching in a kind of detached way, it wasn’t upsetting me at all, which is strange because when I think of it now it does upset me. After a while Nut said to me, ‘have you seen enough’, I said yes and she took my hand and we flew straight up through the ceiling and through the roof out in to the sky. It was dark outside and I could see the shadow of the mountains and the moon reflecting in Loch Long, it was very beautiful. We flew higher and higher and through the stars. The sky seemed to be getting lighter, I thought we were flying in to space but the sky just got lighter and lighter until it was a brilliant blinding white. We just seemed to be shooting upwards going faster and faster and I know this probably sounds strange and it’s hard to explain but I seemed to feel myself breaking up. My mind and body seemed to be expanding but breaking up at the same time and it was like I was little particles of light and I didn’t even have any thought, I was just light. It really was the most amazing thing and I can’t even begin to describe how fantastic the experience was. I seemed to be evaporating and becoming one with the light and then I could feel an energy building like electricity and running through all my particles and then the next thing I knew I was waking up in a hospital bed and it was nearly 3 days later! From the time I came out of my body to the time I woke up in hospital only felt like at the most, an hour. But in reality it was so much more time that had passed.
It has taken me about two days to write this, I have been writing it in small sections and resting in between. I’m so not afraid of dying but I now totally understand about choosing my life before I came here. How can one spirit truly understand another’s suffering if we have never experienced it for ourselves. That is what we are here for, so we can gain knowledge of all the different emotions and feelings that human beings experience. So that our spirit can grow and truly understand all that there is to know.
Love Megan xxx
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Post by ~¤LilacSky¤~ on Feb 9, 2005 19:21:25 GMT -5
wow meg, that was interesting, so you probably went into the next plane, Im guessing, since your body was unconscious for three days, wow , I bet that was the most spiritual event you ever expereinced huh, well I would say you are truely blessed for having such an expereince, but Im sorry you had to go through the physical pain to reach such a state. yeah I think we are here to feel as well, it is after all an earthly pleasure. but sometimes it is not so pleasurable.
I do hope your feeling better meg and you are always in my prayers. so who do you think the lady was?
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Post by crazycat on Feb 10, 2005 0:50:29 GMT -5
strange, but interesting, that leads me to another topic, I used to pass out alot as a kid, and I would dream, perhaps thats what you expreinced but like you said in a deep conscious level of awarness like lucid dreaming or obe's. has anyone else had dreams or anything while they were passed out? Ronni, I used to have passing out spells too. I was in my thirty's when I had my last one. I had my first conscious OBE at that time. Actually, at the time I didn't know about OBEs and thought it was a near death thing. I looked back and saw my body on the couch. After learning about OBEs, I know that is what it was and that I had had them many times when I was a child. I just thought my childhood OBEs were just very weird dreams.
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Post by ~¤LilacSky¤~ on Feb 10, 2005 11:03:37 GMT -5
wow, cc, hmm, I never left my body when I was passed out, at least I don't think I did, but I had strange dreams, and I don't really recall having obes as a child either, I think thats cool that you can, thats wierd that you had your first obe, due to passing out, wow, I think that would be interesting to expereince.
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Post by existenceisadream on Apr 8, 2005 5:24:11 GMT -5
This is a dream I've been wanting to post and I believe it fits in here. It's not really me going to the other side but instead me witnessing my grandma going over. This dream happened after about 6 months of LD'ing. I was 18 years old and I lived with my grandma. She had been in and out of the hospital and went through some major operations including repairing a hole in her stomach. Before this dream and the days that followed, I was a skeptic of the spiritual world. I could lucid dream but I felt like it was just my brain creating the experience and nothing else. I didn't want to believe in an after life because I didn't want to live forever. Well all those thoughts changed on this day. Here it goes... This first part is real: I wake at 4:30am to my grandma screaming in agonizing pain. I go to her room and ask her if she want's me to call 911. She is in incredible pain but this was usual towards the end. I have to be to work by 5:30am so I am very tired and I just want a few more minutes of sleep. She tells me no. I ask her several more times but she declines. So I go back to bed and fall immediatly to sleep at about 4:40am. Here's the dream... I wake up and walk out my bedroom door into the hallway. There's a figure standing in the hallway wearing a hooded black robe holding a weapon looking thing like a curved sword at the end of a stick (Hmm Death maybe). I just look at him and continue on into the bathroom and get in the shower still wearing my clothes. The shower curtain gets pulled open and the hooded figure is standing there. I walk past him confused of all this. I walk into my room and my grandma is sitting in my chair curled up in a ball shaking uncontrolably. I ask her who this guy is and what does he want. She says, "Don't you know? It's your brother. I awake here in a jolt. The house is creapily silent. I look at the clock and it reads 4:45am. I know without a doubt that my grandma is dead. I stand up and walk out to the hall. I walk to the entrance to her doorway which is open and look in. She is lying on the floor propped up on the side of the bed with her head hanging down. I then walk into the bathroom and take a shower (I think from the shock of it all, I knew she was dead and even if I called the ambulance there was no chance). After showering I walk into her room to confirm her death and after waking my brother I call 911. Well it doesn't end here. In the following days weird stuff would happen around the house. The one I can remember the most made it to where I had to leave the house for several days. I was watching MTV with my brother and a friend in the living room. Out of no where the channels start to change slowly going up in number. I look at my friend and brother to see if they have the remote but I see it sitting on the arm of the couch next to me. There's about a 2 second pause between changing. It goes all the way to channel 36 which is CMT(country music television) and stops. I'm covered in goosebumps (as I am now too!). The day before My grandma died we got into an arguement while watching TV. She was watching CMT and I wasn't into country music. I wanted to watch MTV. So it turned into a big arguement becuase I'm a lot like my grandma and we always have the have the last word. Well I jumped off the couch and left the house. This was a sign of her comuticating with me that hit me pretty hard. I guess she got the last word!!
existenceisadream
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Post by nani on Apr 8, 2005 8:02:49 GMT -5
thanks for sharing that. At first thats sad to loose a beloved one, then its a real impressing story, on top at the end I had to laugh, about "she got the last word".. I think humor is something soo precious and I truly believe we even got lots more of it when we are gone.. I had a similar thing, a dream-meeting with my grandma after she went, as we were also connected strongly in the good as in the heavy.. I`ll see if I can refind and share my little story too. But most impressing was that she decided to go, while we all were hoping she stays untill her 99th. But two weeks before she stopped eating, then drinking, then talking - only sitting there like a red indian untill death came to take her suavely. The only thing she communicated in the meanwhile with me was through music, when I played her mouth-organ, like she loved to do herself till she decided to go. best regards Nani
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Post by ~¤LilacSky¤~ on Apr 8, 2005 8:12:26 GMT -5
wow Derek, thats an interesting experience, I don't know how i would react honestly in that situation, I think I would just freak out, sometimes man are better at handling things such as this I think. So how long did this happen? What caused your grandma's death? I think the dream was telling you what was happening, alot of times, our subconcious/intuition work together as a team I think, in that I mean we pick up things intuitively and they are shown to us in our dreams, perhaps I also think there are many levels of dimensions, perhaps you entered a psychic one, or your psychic consciousness.. So did you move out of that house? thanks for shareing this derek!
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Post by existenceisadream on Apr 8, 2005 15:56:03 GMT -5
hello Ronni and Nani,
This dream and event happened back in 1998. One thing about it was that I took a shower after seeing her dead sort of like in the dream when I see death and I just take a shower to see what he wanted. It's almost like he wanted me to see what was happening. The other thing was I was emotion less from this I think due to the shock. I didn't cry or anything. Even at the funeral. I refused to see her in the open casket but my mom convinced me saying it would be the last time to see her before she was cremated. So I did. I looked at her and was shocked by how good the make uop person made her look. It made me mad because she looked like a dummy or not real. This is when I finally broke and ran out of the funeral crying. I'm not excactly sure of the exact reason of her death. She was in terrible health and she wouldn't stop drinking (hard booze) and smoking even up till the day she died. She was very ignorant and wouldn't be taken to the hospital until the situation got way out of control. During this time in my life I was working as a manager working 50 hour weeks and going to college. When ever I got home from all this I had to help my grandma or take her to an appointment. These were very stressfull times and I felt bad because the months leading up to her death we argued a lot. The part in the dream where she says "don't you know? It's your brother" was weird at first. I was trying to figure out why she had said this as her last words to me. The thing is is my older brother was old enough to by alcohol and he always bought it for her. She would demand it. So maybe that had something to do about helping her to contribute to her death. Well after leaving the house for awhile I came back and had only a few experiences after that. I went into an alcohol binge for months and sometimes when I was really drunk weird things would happen. I think maybe she left me alone because she didn't want to scare me out of the house again. I moved a few months later to a house right across the street from here with my best friend who's parents owned the house. The house was sold and rented out. The thing is is that my grandma bought this house back in the early fifties and had lived there most of her life. At first I noticed that people who moved in there would move out within a month or two. This kept happening repeatedly. One night I was at party next door and two girls that lived there were at it. I decided to ask them about the house not letting them know I used to live there or anything. They both give each other a strange and scared look and then both go off saying they believe the house is haunted and told me all the crazy things that was happening. The one I remember the most was that they would leave a room with the blinds open and come back in and they would be shut or they would leave the room with them up and they would be down. I then told them about everything and they moved out in the following week. Eventually a really nice family moved and they really fixed up the backyard and things. I felt like her spirit had lifted from the house. I believe she was making people leave the house because she didn't feel they were right for the house or something. Plus I don't beleive she was ready to die and didn't want to continue on but rather stayed close to the physical.
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Post by ~¤LilacSky¤~ on Apr 9, 2005 7:28:34 GMT -5
That was a neat story Derek! I could not imagine sticking around here after I died, but perhaps we all do for a bit.. I am still attached to my house I grew up in, so much that most my lucid dreams and obe's go back there, I was raised in that house, so perhaps its the fact that to me that was my only true home,I hope I don't go back there after I die... its interesting though, I wonder if we just watch over where our love is the most, I still love my old house, it brings me tears to even think about it, I miss it so much..
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Post by existenceisadream on Apr 9, 2005 20:20:36 GMT -5
Hey Ronni I'm sort of the same way. I have a lot of dreams of where I lived when I was a kid. It seems almost everynight sometimes. I have triggered this as a dream symbol to become lucid so many of these dreams become lucid. I am often a kid in the dream too. This was where my dad lived for most of my life and it was a trailer park (but not too ghetto) with a pool and big grassy field for sports, basketball courts, and playground so as a child this was heaven though as an adult I would'nt want to live there. I lived with my mom though so I only was there on the weekends but it's where some of the happiest times in my life were. One thing I find strange though is that my mom lived in these apartments for a few years that was a big part of my childhood and it too had fun things to do and was basically my world at that age and yet I don't have a dream recorded involving it. But I have many dreams involving my grandma's house (I still call it that) because that was where I always went from the time I was born up to almost 19 years old. So maybe when I die I'll end up there too Awhile back I when I was visiting my mom I asked her if she ever has dreams of her mom (or my grandma) becuase I realized that I hadn't in a really long time and since. She says no ever since a certain dream she had which had been awhile ago too. She went on to describe the dream to me and I told her the one that I posted here. Here's her dream though I only remember part of it... My mom is in her room where she lives now and see's a figure in the hallway. She goes to her doorway and see's her mom in the hallway.(now this is the part I'm not too sure of). Her mom does something basically to say goodbye to her and leaves somehow.(I'm not sure of how she exited either by fading out, turning around and leaving etc.) I need to ask her the details again but my mom told me that after that dream she felt that my grandma was in peace and she felt a weight lift from her too. I'm curious to if this dream happened around the same time it seemed she stopped "hauting" her house. Maybe once the family that moved in that she accepted she was able to give her daugher a sign that everything was fine and left the physical plane. My mom said that her sister had sort of the same kind of dream around the same time. It's crazy but I'm scared and looking forward to death just to finally find out about it. There's so much mystery to it. I dont' plan to die anytime soon but I don't believe I really have a say in when though (but maybe before I created this life I already had a set or planned time in my deep consciousness that I am unaware of on a conscious level). At least being alive I can experience the physical as well as the astral worlds. My mom believes in reincarnation and I do too as of right now. The signs that my grandma showed me after she died really opened up my views on after we die. People who say that dreaming and OBE's are all fake created by your own brain as an illusion need something like this to happen to open their eyes about it all. I'm not saying to have a loved one of theirs die but to be contacted by a spirit and see that there's much out there that we can't see with our physical eyes. That's the beauty of OBE's though. It gives us a glimpse of what may be next! existenceisadream
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Post by ~¤LilacSky¤~ on Apr 10, 2005 15:54:42 GMT -5
I think its strange again how a house(material thing) can carry so much energy and the fact that some houses seem to have an aura about them, perhaps when people put so much love and energy towards something,(thing) it begans to respond. Your mom probably did feel your grandma's peace, I beleive that, since parent/child have a connection to began with.
What exactly are your beleif systems, I feel the same way here. that maybe we do create our lives,..for me this beleif has substance to it, since man is here to create.. wow great minds think alike!
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