The Feeling, Part #2
Well needless to say, I am a romantic and a dreamer for the most part. The night on the town Sat. turned into more than I bargained, taking me down the Karmic road of LOVE! What a word. Do we really know what it means?? Sometimes I think not, but still long for and have sought the concept. Reality, even though I believe we create our own can bite, and I am constantly asking myself how I have created the universes that I seem to end up in all the time. I definitely think too much most of the time and have a habit of not being able to be done with something unless I feel a sense of finality that leaves nothing unresolved. I do not like unresolved lingering issues that most people welcome to keep swept under rugs and behind bottles of whiskey or beer. Not me, I should have been a psychoanaylist of some sort, because I can dig out the issue even if it takes years. Which makes me think of one of the latest that I will save for yet another post.
So, after getting home and finally being able to fall asleep on the couch,( remember my house became the love palace of my friend and her new beau over the weekend) I had something that being the magickally oriented person I am,,,, was more than just an ordinary nightmare.
I was standing by what appeared to be some sort of road and I became LUCID, which for those who do not know is where you know you are dreaming, it is an awesome experience most of the time for me, because you can control the dream. I have had a few decades of dreamwork experience regarding lucid dreaming and a counter part, astral travel, my magickal practise entails what is called pathworking from a ceremonial standpoint, and soul retreival from my shamanic work. (made those words links to some sites that define and explain more if you want to look) So, there I am by the road, wondering to myself and collecting what energy I had because I knew that when I go lucid spontaineously it was significant. I look around and don't really see anything remarkable, in fact I dont see anything at all but the road. Every thing was just sort of devoid of color and misty looking so I started to cross the road.
When it hit me, I was totally caught off guard and I started loosing the consciousness of lucidity that gives control over these kind of events. The only way to describe it is to ask you to remember the movie GHOST with Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze, you know the wraith Enities at the end that eat up and take the soul of the bad dude. It came from behind me as I stepped on the road and blindsided me, knocking me down face first onto the dirt of the road. I could feel it and the dirt and my consciousness slipping away, knowing the whole time that If I did not wake myself up somehow, this was it. Appropriate way for someone who practises magick to go I guess some would say, but I fought the desire to succumb into what felt like sleep coming on you and started screaming to myself ""WAKE UP!!!"" as I struggled to get my arms out from under the weight of this thing that by now had covered my head and shoulders up in its gooey gelantous mass of yuck. The negativity of this thing was overpowering. Somehow I managed to stick my hands up into the center of it and again screamed at myself to wake up NOW!! It stuck its nasty little paws in my mouth trying to choke me, and I twisted whatever I could with my hands trying to do the same to it. I was definitely sufficating and only had a small hold on my own consciousness. After squeezing for what seemed hours on the insides of this thing and feeling my soul slipping into it's grasp, I screamed NO and quickly yanked my hands out and drug myself across the road alittle further telling my Light Body to stay intact and AWAKE. We rolled and struggled on that road and Finally I got a grip somehow on the back of the thing and yanked it off of my head. I immediately jumped up and not even taking the time to look at it,,, made my Self wake up. For the first time in a very long time in my magickal practise I had been scared shitless. I got off the couch, and had to eat something to ground myself, the sun was rising and it was morning.
I still am thinking on this, and hell the whole weekend so, will digest and comment more on it later.
To some they would chaulk it up to a bad dream , a true nightmare. Unfortunately, I know better.
Scott
So, after getting home and finally being able to fall asleep on the couch,( remember my house became the love palace of my friend and her new beau over the weekend) I had something that being the magickally oriented person I am,,,, was more than just an ordinary nightmare.
I was standing by what appeared to be some sort of road and I became LUCID, which for those who do not know is where you know you are dreaming, it is an awesome experience most of the time for me, because you can control the dream. I have had a few decades of dreamwork experience regarding lucid dreaming and a counter part, astral travel, my magickal practise entails what is called pathworking from a ceremonial standpoint, and soul retreival from my shamanic work. (made those words links to some sites that define and explain more if you want to look) So, there I am by the road, wondering to myself and collecting what energy I had because I knew that when I go lucid spontaineously it was significant. I look around and don't really see anything remarkable, in fact I dont see anything at all but the road. Every thing was just sort of devoid of color and misty looking so I started to cross the road.
When it hit me, I was totally caught off guard and I started loosing the consciousness of lucidity that gives control over these kind of events. The only way to describe it is to ask you to remember the movie GHOST with Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze, you know the wraith Enities at the end that eat up and take the soul of the bad dude. It came from behind me as I stepped on the road and blindsided me, knocking me down face first onto the dirt of the road. I could feel it and the dirt and my consciousness slipping away, knowing the whole time that If I did not wake myself up somehow, this was it. Appropriate way for someone who practises magick to go I guess some would say, but I fought the desire to succumb into what felt like sleep coming on you and started screaming to myself ""WAKE UP!!!"" as I struggled to get my arms out from under the weight of this thing that by now had covered my head and shoulders up in its gooey gelantous mass of yuck. The negativity of this thing was overpowering. Somehow I managed to stick my hands up into the center of it and again screamed at myself to wake up NOW!! It stuck its nasty little paws in my mouth trying to choke me, and I twisted whatever I could with my hands trying to do the same to it. I was definitely sufficating and only had a small hold on my own consciousness. After squeezing for what seemed hours on the insides of this thing and feeling my soul slipping into it's grasp, I screamed NO and quickly yanked my hands out and drug myself across the road alittle further telling my Light Body to stay intact and AWAKE. We rolled and struggled on that road and Finally I got a grip somehow on the back of the thing and yanked it off of my head. I immediately jumped up and not even taking the time to look at it,,, made my Self wake up. For the first time in a very long time in my magickal practise I had been scared shitless. I got off the couch, and had to eat something to ground myself, the sun was rising and it was morning.
I still am thinking on this, and hell the whole weekend so, will digest and comment more on it later.
To some they would chaulk it up to a bad dream , a true nightmare. Unfortunately, I know better.
Scott
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