Hi Lon, I'm new to this site but have found it not only fascinating but educational, so I decided to find out if anyone on the site has had a similar incident(s).
As I was growing up there was a joke in my family that I was adopted as it seemed as if I had nothing in common with the rest of them. It was all said in fun and jest, but to be honest, I felt like an outsider in a multitude of ways and that I just didn't belong here: meaning as on this planet. Silly, I know but true none-the-less.
From a young age I knew I had a specific mission in life and was continually fascinated by all things having to do with Egypt and Greece. Specifically, the gods and goddesses and their religions. When I was a young child I remember pulling out Time Life books dedicated solely to Egypt and Greece, pouring over their contents and even today, one of my fondest dreams is to someday visit Egypt and its pyramids.
When I was 7 years old I had several experiences which I cannot explain. One of which was getting out of bed in the middle of the night to go look for my parents. Looking back now, I can't help but wonder why a 7 year old would get out of bed and go outside in the dead of night looking for their parents. I have no recollection of returning to my bed, but woke up confused and disoriented and wondering how I ended up sleeping at the opposite end of my bed. I was very sick for days afterward and do not remember much other than I got an ear infection which bled and since then I have had problems with that ear. Another time I woke up with little monsters around my bed and I took them downstairs with me and for some odd reason opened up the freezer and offered them frozen french fries. In the morning I told my mom what I dreamed about the monsters under the bed and the whole french fry story. It could very well have been a dream. The third time I awoke to my bed shaking and shuddering. I do not remember leaving the room but I was in my parents room trying to wake my mom who told me it was just a dream.
When I was about 13 or 14 years old I was sleeping in the top bunk of a bunk bed. My twin sister shared the room with me and slept on the bottom. I woke up for some reason and then I heard something that sounded like a person pounding down the attic stairs. The attic door was directly opposite my bed. It was thunderous! Then all of a sudden the attic door slammed open and hit the wall. I was completely awake now. Before that I think I was in between sleeping and being awake, kind of what I like to call twilight. My heart was beating wildly and I was breathing rapidly, I was petrified. All I could think was that if I stay here they'll get me, and if I move they'll get me! Then, I became aware that I was standing beside my parents bed trying to wake my mother to tell her what had happened. She told me I dreamed it (I sure do dream a lot of odd stuff, don't I) but the next day when I looked there was a hole in the wall from where the door knob had crashed against it. The other strange thing was that I accounted for the fact that my twin sister wasn't in the room (at least I assume she wasn't because she didn't wake up) by saying to myself that she was at work. My sister did not get a job until she was 15 and it certainly did not go late into the night! At the time it seemed a perfectly logical solution to her absence and I didn't question it or her.
There were several other incidents that occurred and some included my siblings as well. My brother woke up screaming (he was 16 years old and roused the entire household) that there was something in his room. Again, my memories on these things are hazy as it seems as if I can only recall bits and pieces while others elude me all together. I once woke up to find something moving around in my room (I was 17 or 18) I called out, thinking it was my brother looking for his pants. Where I got that notion is a mystery, it wasn't even his room anymore and he didn't live at home. I then fell asleep which is odd as I was really frightened and frightened people don't normally just go back to sleep. Again, I didn't question it until many years later.
Let me go back a bit, I was raised Catholic and for many years I wanted to become a nun and serve God in whatever capacity I could. It was a goal I aspired to right up until my 18th or 19th birthday. I took a year or two off as a break so to speak because there was much about the Catholic religion that did not appeal to me. For instance: I did not believe in hell, I did not believe in a God who would torture, kill or have others do those things to his children (mankind); I believed in a benevolent, loving God. I strongly opposed confession as I felt that priests were ordinary men in robes and had no special power to offer me absolution and that I could go to God in prayer with the knowledge that He would forgive my sins if I was truly contrite. I also abhorred the fact that money seemed to be the main aim and that they had lots of it. The children of God were starving and they walked around trying to fill their coffers with more and lived in luxury while doing so. Then, of course, there was the idea that to me, Jesus was a very enlightened man and teacher of the people but not the ONLY son of God. I believed that we all had the ability to become a 'Master' and that we are all sparks of the divine being and as such are as god-like as Jesus if only we would put in a concerted effort. A philosophy Jesus appeared to have encouraged when he said, "All these things I do you too can do... and more." I believed Mary, Jesus' mother, had other children as well. As you can see I wouldn't have made it very far in my studies for becoming a nun, so I gladly gave up on the idea.
In my early to mid 20's I discovered the New Age movement. Much of it followed many of my already established beliefs: reincarnation, a higher being that all men worshiped but called by different names, the search for Oneness, Unity and Identity. I became very interested in the phenomenon known as astral projection (OBE) and remote viewing. I found them utterly fascinating. I decided I would work on trying to consciously astral project but I told no one because I didn't want them to think I was some crazy nutball. It was around then that I picked up the book 'Communion' by Whitley Strieber. I found the cover of the book interesting, it drew me in. I bought it, took it home and started reading it. It scared the bejesus out of me! Part of the reason it did was because I could relate to some of his experiences. I found myself looking in shadowed corners, checking the closets before going to bed and sleeping with the lights on. I was living out on my own and by myself at this time and I'm normally not a weenie about it, I like my solitude but I was really frightened and one could say almost paranoid.
I began to have vivid dreams of looking out the back kitchen window of my parents house and then walking outside and seeing an object come down from the sky. I had numerous dreams of a similar nature. Always I was drawn outside sometimes during the day and sometimes at night. There was one dream where I was living in the house I do now, I walked out the back and into the back yard. I have a large yard with a wooded area and trees off to the side. I looked in the sky and above the tree line was this massive orb and I wondered how in the world the sun was out at night?! The entire area was lit up. I could see other people in the yard with me. Some I knew but most I didn't. I heard someone say, "We better get ready. They're coming."
Back to astral projection. I apologize for digressing so often but it just feels so good to get this out. I used a subliminal message tape to help me master the art of astral projection. The first time I consciously managed to leave my body it didn't register. I sat up in bed, put my legs over the side and sat up and thought, why am I awake? I looked over and saw my body lying there and got scared and was immediately pulled back to my body. I was above myself literally nose to nose. Then, I turned and lowered into my physical body. It took some time of walking through walls and waking down roads to reach my destination (parents house, brother and friends houses) before it hit me that all I had to do was think about where I wanted to go and I'd be there instantaneously. That was fun! I went all over the place, it was quite the adventure. Then, other things started to happen.
I was sleeping at my parents house. I have a younger sister who I am very close too. She is 17 years younger than me and we would often spend the night together. She would come to my house to stay or I would go to my parents to stay. My sister was about 11 or 12 years old at the time. She was sleeping in her bed and I was sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Coincidentally this was the same room where my brother had screamed and ran from and where I thought I'd seen someone moving around in the dark. Anyway, I became aware that I was no longer asleep. And when I say that, I mean my body was still slumbering but I was completely aware of my surroundings. It was a prelude to astral projection. While in this state I can see all directions in the room without moving my head. It's like you have eyes everywhere at once, the perspective is totally alien to our so-called every day, normal living. There are no limitations while in this state, none that I have found so far at least. I was excited and was thinking about where I wanted to go when I realized I was no longer alone. A huge, black mass was standing in the bedroom doorway. It was amazingly tall taking up the entire space from top to bottom of the doorway although it did not fill the entire space horizontally. It came across as menacing and I felt quite threatened. Nothing like this had ever happened while astrally projecting before. Suddenly, he rushed toward the mattress on the floor and was looming over me and bending down. I sat straight up screaming. My sister woke up and asked me what was wrong and apparently my reply was, "Nothing, it was just a bug." I don't remember that. When she told me what I'd said the next morning I was flummoxed. I remember being frightened out of my wits, sitting up and screaming and then calmly lying back down and going back to sleep. Now tell me, who does that?
The next incident happened while at my house. My sister was sleeping over and was sharing my bed with me. It was early morning when I woke up. I couldn't get back to sleep because she was smack up against me and I was on the edge of the bed. I decided to go downstairs and sleep on the couch. It wasn't long before I heard the familiar rushing/roaring sound in my ears that indicated that astral projection was imminent. Again, I could see all angles of the room and standing next to the couch were three short figures dressed in brown monk-like attire complete with rope wrapped around their waists and cowls which covered their heads and faces. I decided I didn't want to astral project anymore but one of the monk-like figures lifted his arm and pointed it at me and I could feel myself being pulled out of my body through the top of my head. I did not like this and started to pull back. In essence, we began a game of tug of war. In my mind I shouted, "I don't want to go." He lowered his arm and telepathically answered back, "We don't make anyone do anything that they are not ready to do." They let go and I pulled myself back in my body and sat up and looked around, but they were gone.
In hindsight I kick myself for not just going with them. I wonder what I would have seen, what they would have shown me and most of all I wonder if it might not have been something that could have been used to make this place a better place to live in. So, I was just wondering if anyone out there has seen or experienced what I'm talking about.
Lon, many thanks for your time. Shelley
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