posted November 28, 2009 06:50 PM         

You are also right about my sensitivity. A lot of times I can empathize with people who are sad or hurt. They don't have to tell me, I can just tell. For example, on thanksgiving my nephew brought his girlfriend over to eat with my family. Everyone was in a good mood but I felt that something was wrong with the girlfriend when we sat down to eat. Instantly something told me or a thought came to me that she was feeling sad and out of place because she was spending thanksgiving with a happy family that wasn't hers. Her parents are seperated,out of touch with her and she has no siblings or grandparents who spend time with her. I felt her pain and my mood changed. Then she stopped eating and said that her stomach was hurting from being too full but she barely ate anything and hours earlier complained of being hungry. I don't really know if that was the real reason but that is the impression that I got.

posted November 28, 2009 09:10 PM         

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posted December 15, 2009 09:44 PM         

I woke up crying. I am crying now. I have never cried this much over a dream. I feel incredible sadness at this moment over what just happened. I don't really understand why I dreamnt this but it is one of the most significant dreams that I have ever had in a most unpleasant way and I feel that I must share it but mostly as a way to keep it written down in a database.

This dream takes place in my brothers neighborhood. I can't remember where it started or exactly who these people were but they were teenagers and there is a reason for that I beleive which I will explain later. Anyways, there is a few of them at first, maybe four, they start verbally harrassing me and I don't really know why. I'm sure that I was minding my buisness but I guess they saw me as a weak target. I remember that their favorite weapon and it is really one of the only ones that I remember, were fishing hooks. I recall about four boys who would be labled punks or hardcore throw me into this mini boat shed that was completely filled with fishing rods and hooks so that when I was thrown into it my body had become completely tangled in them. There were fish hooks going into every part of my body but I mostly remember the hands and feet. The pain was very very real as though it were happening if I was awake. While I am trying to remove these hooks from my body, they are laughing at me and verbally abusing me. I can't recall exactly what they were saying but they were generally talking about how fun it was to do this to me and how I couldn't get away, I got that they didn't think that this was wrong at all. Everytime I would remove all of the hooks, they would rehook me or torture me in other ways.

This is when a revelation hit me. This happened to me when I was a teenager. In the dream, I had the mindset that I was remembering what happened to me or that I was having this done to me again but the main fact was that I was going through this again in a real profound way. As all this was happening I was amazed that I had forgotten about this. How could I forget such a painful event! This explains so much! This explains why I am the way that I am right now! I use exclamation marks because these were powerful realizations but these punctuations were really terrifying and painful.

This is when it goes to a whole other level. It seems that this has attracted a crowd and more of these guys (they all appear to be teenage/young adult males)show up and join in on the "fun". They all start hooking me now and they are realing me in as though I were a fish. They start throwing things at me, calling me names, its really loud and there is a surge of enthusiasm in the crowd that is torturing me. At this point, the pain that I am feeling is unbearable and I am praying for it to stop. Remember, this is real pain, it wasn't disassociated. They seem relentless, each time that I think that they are going to stop, more of them come to join in. So anyways, after about 15 minutes of this, they have my entire body hooked to many different rods and spears and they use it to drag me across this lake.

This is where the final transition occurs and it seems to go from fun to sacrificial. They begin calling me either a christian or a devil worshipper, one of the two but I'm pretty sure devil worshipper (which I am neither). They stick a spear or hook through the bridge of my nose or my forehead and use it to lift me up on this wooden beam while they are telling me that I am evil. This wasn't a cross, this was simply a wooden beam at the top of a shed that they used to hold me up. I felt sure that I was going to die and I couldn't understand why they were doing this to me. All of a sudden they leave and I hear them cheering of their accomplishment as they are walking off. This guy comes in as I am reeling from pain and trying to get all of the hooks out of my body so I can get away and the guy looks like Bam Margera and he says to me, "You are going to have to start standing up to these guys.......look, don't worry, this has to happen in order for you to rebuild".

Right after he says this, they all come back and start throwing spears into my back as I am crawling away. Eventhough I am still alive, they finally leave again playing instruments and I feel as though they think that they have killed me. This is when I wake up and I begin crying. I just laid in my bed in shock and to be honest, I looked around my room and wasn't completely sure where I was. For the first few minutes, I even thought that this really did happen to me as a teenager but it didn't. This never happened to me as a teenager but I felt convinced that it did. The only thing that happened to me as a teenager was that I lost all of my really close friends (who resembled this group) because I talked behind their back. These kids slandered me afterwards, I even got beat up two of them and harrassed but they never tortured me like this and for no reason. In my mind, this event that took place in the dream, actually occured at some point in my life but upon waking I realized that it didn't. It was one of the most powerful dreams that I have ever had and certaintly one of the most painful and I still do not really understand why I had it.

posted December 28, 2009 03:22 AM         

In Vedic traditions, 5th Density folk could create their own Universe. How did the 5th and 6th Density folk (if they incarnated) get so wimpy as to not even be able to stop the Nagasaki bomb from detonating?

If their spiritual "heritage" is 5th density plus, then so is everybody else's heritage.

posted December 29, 2009 04:16 AM         

David Wilcock the man and his mind looks legit to me, he has been tirelessly working for awakening human consciousness well before 2000 AD. He could be the same soul group as Edgar Cayce.
However, I wont trust any channeled info even from him IF he is channeling another entity.

posted January 27, 2010 01:19 AM         

The energy you are feeling in the neck, crown, forehead and spine is Kundalini Energy. If this energy feels blocked at some level, you must not try and force it. It is very dangerous to force this energy, it must be allowed to take its own course, else it may cause illness.

posted January 27, 2010 02:41 PM         

"So now we know...you can't touch the top of my head.."

I know that, too. This buzzing at my head, this feeling as if there is some kind of electricity coming from it (or down to it?) and surrounding it, but I usually feel it a bit above my head, too.
And electricity, at times I nearly can`t touch anybody, cause there will be constant static / electric shocks, not just tingling through my body, but out of it, also. It is especially strong in the midst of february (around 5th to 15th). I don`t know why.

Oh and I have always been seeing colours swirling through each other, but for some months now I have been seeing those flashes Sanchenuss described, too. Usually at night, very bright, but usually if I ask my HIgher Self to grant me and my everworking mind some rest, it works and I can sleep.