I have an experience I wish to share with you. It has affected me deeply. The day after I felt very tearful, and every time I tried to speak of it with someone (pretending it was an awful dream), I couldn't stop myself from crying!
As you may know, I am staying at the Salvation Army. I went to bed and decided to meditate - something I had not done for quite some time. Anyway, I was grounding myself and opening my chakras for a ‘recharge’! I then remember something about sitting on a concrete floor. It was completely dark at first. Then a circle of white light appeared in front of me. I was consciously aware, and awfully afraid too, due to the feeling that from behind were many presence’s pursuing me. Half awake, I then realized I was paralyzed and I could not properly awaken. I tried again and was more successful the second time. This was and is a common occurrence with me - out of body experiences.
I looked at the time and was amazed to see that only 3 quarters of an hour had passed. I had gone to bed at 12.30 am to meditate and awoke at 1.20 am - yet it seemed like I had slept all night. In any case, I was sensing a strange energy. A few times since staying in that room the door handle has 'clicked', and I have sensed someone at the door. I assumed the door handle was faulty, but have checked and experimented with it - only to find no fault. I have also assumed that someone (i.e. a resident) might be messing about on passing - although for what reason I know not, and neither do I know if this is really the case!
Anyway, looking back, I think it wasn't a person. After this I went back to sleep and remember being awoken AGAIN at about 2am. I had had a crazy dream. In retrospect it makes sense as premonitory, yet at the time eluded me. It will sound strange, though dreams are of course symbolic.
I was in this house, and there was this young man from whom I got the impression was 'gay.' There were also his parents in this dream. Yet, as it transpires, I overheard his parents saying "He isn't really, it was a ploy," and this was some kind of deception to get ‘me’ out of the place where I was living (with these others). I then recall finding a dictaphone on which I wished to record their 'conspiring' to get me out. Also, I sensed their words regarding the younger 'gay' man were not true. This person had longish red hair and reminded me (not just looks, but feeling of personality) of an Irish friend of mine. The relevance of this will later become apparent. Moving on, I went back to sleep and was awoken again. This time it was about 4am. There was this guy balling and shouting in the hallway. I went out to see what was going on, and it turns out the guy across the hallway was having a go at the guy next door - an 'ex junkie.' I later discovered that this guy - the 'ex junkie', was actually an Irish Gypsy! I also discovered that one of the things that had really irritated him was that this other guy had called him a 'nonce' (gay) which he protested vehemently.
Anyhow, the guy in question, who was doing all the balling and shouting, as it turns out, is quite a 'busy body', and often makes unfair allegations at various people in the building; and it is clear now my dream was true. There was this person conspiring to 'get someone out.' However, it wasn't me of course (dreams, as ever, are never exact parallels of what they may predict). In any case, what was interesting is that on awakening I had at one point grabbed my dictaphone, thinking to record what was happening for the security staff! (That was in the dream as well, wasn't it, but of course nothing premonitory about that!)
I went back to bed tired and irritated by this, and then awoke early in the morning after having another strange ‘dream’, which definitely involved an out-of-body. Firstly, I remember going to a fairground with someone and complaining that I didn't want to go on one of the rides because I was feeling sick and dizzy; and that it would probably make me worse. However I ended up agreeing to this and was strapped into the seat, preparing to go. There was this guy checking the safety of the seats. The bar went up against my chest. I then remember that he put this vacuum like device - which was connected to a box - into people's mouths. He somehow made 'adjustments' to the lung and air capacity, so that people were 'safe.' He came to me, and then he said, "Oh, that's unusual - I don't need to do you, as you have that inborn ability to adjust your own lung. It's written in the Bible." What the hell, I wondered, did he mean? All of a sudden it changes. I am being prodded and poked and I feel very uncomfortable with this. It reminds me of things in the past, and I am absolutely terrified. Then, I'm in this dentist like chair and the vacuum tube is being forced into my mouth and I am panicking like hell. I can't explain the fear and discomfort - it is beyond words right now. All I know is this: IT HAPPENED, IT WAS NOT A DREAM! Or, at least, this had happened to me in the past, and the emotions were very real - and extremely deep and potent.
Anyway, there are loads of others around, all poking me. And this main being, beige skin with black round eyes holding this vacuum tube in my mouth, all the while there were strange noises - I cannot remember exactly what. Then I awake with terror and try to get up out of bed - but of then seeing my arms in front of me stretching, realizing I am out of body and close to awakening. So I keep fighting - and then I am fully awake.
Upon awakening, I hear a deep, gruff, slightly electronic voice, coming from a short distance to my left. This being, I know, is wearing some kind of cloak, is quite pug and round, and reptilian in some way, about 3 feet (even though I did not see him). I heard words which sounded like "Merry Morning!" and thought this ridiculous, but as I repeated the words in my head and how they sounded, I became aware that they sounded like another language - ‘mer-a-morn-in'. As I tried to translate this into English, I came up with "Mere a mourning!" - It feels so important!
James Basil
Half human! I think, as like dreams, the words have multiple meanings: mer as mermaid, referring to the 'lung aspect', and saying that I am able to exist in both, i.e. not need 're-adjustment.' I also believe that 'Mere a Mourning' means 'The Pure is a mourning' or 'Pure be Careful' or 'Pure is anxious.' (Which is true!) As I looked up 'mere' and it means (if you go way back to Anglo-Saxon 14th century) 'pure, unmixed' The merry-go-round bit in my dream, I must admit the possibility of it being a 'UFO' did enter my mind at one point. Yes, something spinning, disc shaped, taking you up - flying saucer! So, people's lungs were being adjusted for the 'flight' into another atmosphere, yet I didn't require readjustment! The only part that I'm concerned about is, why, all of a sudden, I then awoke on a dentist chair being poked and prodded, and having the 'vacuum' forced into my mouth?
James Basil.
