Topic: An etheric wrestling match...
First I have to say that, after getting slammed and banned from the SOTT site, I'm really impressed by NR and the cooperation and respect people give for eachothers beliefs and view points. It seems like a much more harmonious exchange of ideas and information the the Fourth Way people.
Ok, so this is an experience I had a few weeks ago that I found quite epic. I've been dealing with all this for the past four years. A bit of info before I start. Four years ago, I was sitting on a sofa in Montreal after a pretty hairy tour of New Foundland when I just decided to 'give up'. That is, I had finished my life's work, and I didn't want to DO anything. I sat and sort of slipped into a trance. The only thing left that I could consider a desire was to KNOW. To know if the beings that I had read about, the Cassiopaeans, or the Tall Boys, or the Elves, actually existed.
I felt this pulse in my forehead and in front of me, I started to see this light, as if it was beaming through an invisible tube in front of me. It bathed me in this light. I sat and watched it for about 15 minutes. Since then, each time I close my eyes, I see this light, like it's coming from a wormhole in front of me.
I have had over a hundred experiences with all this. Everything from seeing beings and visions in this light. To weird noises. Sleep paralysis and many many assaults in OBE's by negative forces. For me, it's less that they are 'abducting me' and more that each time I try to leave my body and wander around in an OBE, I feel like I've been 'noticed' and then something will literally pluck me up and push me back into my body.
I've read Montalks articles about negative entity attentions and yes I agree. Just because you are hounded by dark forces does NOT mean you are on the right track. And I can't say my life has been entirely positive as well. It would be foolish to recount my life as to the validity of that statement. It would take too much time.
Ok, so onto the experience.
I've been working alot on entering OBE's through a hypnagogic state. I work mainly at night, so I can sleep in, and it's been noted by many a researcher that OBE's occur alot in the morning, when one has the time to be in a half waking sort of dose.
I start having an OBE where I am in a small village. I am wandering around the village and much like waking up after sleep, I slowly realize I am in astral. I start wandering around, looking into nooks and crannies of the town, all the while the details of the dream become just as vivid as real life and I am becoming 'awake'. I then get this though that since I'm not in a body, that I don't really need to be on the ground, so I climb a fire escape to the top of a roof and I leap off, I go into the air and am suddenly caught by an airplane! This seems to be an overlying theme of my dreams. Either it's me who can't possibly believe that flying is possible (which I'm not sure is true as I've flown in many a dream.) or it's these forces 'catching' me and putting me back in a mundane situation.
I'm only in the plane for a short time before I resolve to float up and out of the plane and back into the air.
As I leave, I find myself in a large, medical examination like room. It seems very sterile and coldly metal. Sort of like one of the rooms folks go to in the hospital to look at thier newborn babies in the incubators, with the windows keeping the outside world at bay.
The dream has now reached 'maxium vividness' and clarity. I have full view of my body and of my surroundings. I realize that I really don't know how to move properly with an astral body, so I start practicing a bunch of lazy flips and sommersaults in the air, delighted at the experience of being able to float and fly.
Then I feel 'the presence'. I've felt it many times. I refer to it when a dream 'goes sour'. I feel this dreadful presence and then all sorts of things in the dream come after me. Sometimes it's a pack of rabid dogs, or muggers, or even onetime a bunch of angry squirels. But you can feel it, as if there is something watching over you that has decied 'thats enough' and soon after I am running in the dream, till I awake.
This time I feel it behind me, and I see this tall black woman as I turn around. She leaps up on one of the table and crouches low. The look on her face is one of fury. Apparently I'm not supposed to be here. She leaps at me and then we are wrestling. Now, I'm a pretty good grappler. I was a varsity wrestler in high school and I've kept my chops in many different forms of movement. But none of my techniques are working here, as this is not the physical plane. Each time I try to break her lock, I fail. She has her arms around me in a huge bear hug and is squeezing the life out of me. I am facing her and I am stif arming her face, my hand on her chin and I'm pushing her back from me with all my might. Suddenly I realize, much like other times I've been attacked like this, that you can't fight them. The more you do, the more you loose.
And I realize that the only thing I want, again, is to KNOW. To know why these things keep harassing me. I grab her head in my hands and I scream "LOOK AT ME!!". I get a close up of her face, and our eyes meet.
There is a WOOOOSH, and I am back in my body, my eyes open.
So heres the thing. I've read some posts from people about being warriors for harmony. I'm with you. It's the only reason I'm here as well. But this experience has made me realize that fighting them has everything to do with looking into them, about seeing through all thier illusions into what they are. Each time I have the strength to do that, they vanish. I think thats the key.
One word always comes to mind when I think of TPTB, the lizards, or whatever you want to call them.
Oppose.
It seems like a more complete word than fight. Oppose means to actively refuse to comply with a person or SYSTEM.
I like that. We are warriors who oppose...