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Post by firespirit on Jul 20, 2008 22:21:55 GMT -4
I was driving my first car (the plummish purple Saturn SL2) on the interstate on ramp. Low and behold, there were those orange cones marking a major lane shift. However, I wasn't paying attention, and despite all the warning signs, I kept on driving in the wrong lane anyhow. Eventually, they were working on some bridge in that lane, and before I knew it, through the barricade I went, and I sailed right off that bridge! It was a long way down, and I could feel the "woosh" as gravity pulled me down during the fall. Somehow, during the fall, I managed to fall out the car's open sunroof, and thankfully the car didn't land on me when I hit the ground. I could feel the impact, and I was sore, but all I could think about was that, "Gee, I better get a hold of my dad..." Not surprisingly, my cell was lost during the fall and I had to flag down some friendly suburban folks from a nearby subdivision to help me out. They gave me their cell, looked at my car, and asked if I wanted something to eat, and remarked how sunny the weather was. Upon waking/returning to my body, my shoulder and side ached, as it did during the travel.
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Post by firespirit on Jul 21, 2008 22:17:48 GMT -4
In a recent travel, I remember floating around in a womb as a fetus. I could hear muffled sounds, and I felt the woosh of the amniotic fluid, but little else happened. I remember how peaceful it was, and how I wondered what the outside world would be like when I got out.
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Post by firespirit on Jul 22, 2008 19:28:48 GMT -4
I was walking in what looked to be some sort of a cavern or a mine; although it was well-lit, with a large distance between floor to ceiling. The floor, although dirt, was not particularly rocky or treacherous. In the mine, there were small piles (mini-mountains of shiny, glittering, crystals, like a cross between an icicle and a diamond). I was dressed in a linen white dress, and I carried a small lantern to light my way. In this one, I had long hair, but my hair is shorter in the physical plane.
I came upon a boy who was playing hide-and-go-seek behind the mountains of crystals. He looked to be about eight-years-old, of definite Western European descent (the characteristic red hair, pale skin, and freckles). He was holding what appeared to be a gleaming chestnut Thoroughbred. I so desperately wanted to get the horse away from him, and almost succeeded, but just as I was about to lead the horse away, I returned from my body with a "woosh!"
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Post by firespirit on Jul 23, 2008 0:37:20 GMT -4
(This one was post-op after orthopedic surgery when I was 8, but I remember it clearly. It could've been the anesthesia, but I've had 2 surgeries since then, and nothing like this ever happened during those. This was the only one I had trouble waking up from, so the aliens could've very well been doctors).
I remember being very cold, and distinctly feeling the hard steel table underneath me. I felt more groggy in some extreme indescribable sort of way than I ever had and ever probably will feel again. Everything was blurry, and everything seemed to move in slow motion. There were white beings standing around me (I couldn't see their faces, they seemed ghostly in a way, but more like how a typical alien would look than phantom-like), and I tried to cry out to them, but my voice was muffled. Apparently, they heard me and tried to say something back to me but their voices were too tinny and far off. I tried and tried again to call out to them but it didn't work. Then, I tried to sit up and I got as far as my elbows and I even looked down and saw my hands, but I felt an immense pressure, and then one of them ran over and pushed me down while the others were looking on. She then put something over my nose and mouth and then I woke up.
Now, I know that w/ general anesthesia, there's a paralyzing agent, so I would've been unable to sit up, and also there was no mention of struggle as far as I know with the initial "putting to sleep phase." I also didn't wake up and drift off again, nor did I wake up during the procedure. In fact, the physicians were quite worried because I had a difficult time waking. Also, some kid in the room next to me said he had a dream about Mars when he was in surgery.
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Post by firespirit on Jul 26, 2008 20:16:44 GMT -4
This one is so highly personal I'm a bit scared to put in on here...
I was lying on the dock in my dad's backyard after just finishing some pudding. I could feel the dock underneath me, feel the sun, the very slight breeze, hear the birds chirping... even feel my skin warm with the sunlight. I had on the swimsuit I had purchased several months *after* this AP... a shimmery bronze-ish brownish golden little unique bikini I picked up in AL, and my new coverup over that. There were no hamstring tightness issues and there are now but the docs feel that will go away w/ time and effort. I had a tattoo of a celtic horse on my shoulder, and a phoenix on my stomach (always wanted those tats - have yet to get 'em). I had just gotten back from VA. (I've done some thinking on this and the only logical reason for me going there is that it's horse country). My hair was also longer than it is now. I spotted one person in particular fishing in a boat fairly close to the dock (I'll use the first letter of his first name - T). Now T & I have some past life stuff going on based on other APs I've had with him. (There are days when I wish we didn't). Presently, we have a rocky on-and-off again romantic relationship going on. He saw me, jumped out of the boat, and to put it bluntly, we had sex, and he explained to me that he wanted to have a long term relationship with me, but thought I was avoiding him (which I presently am).
I know this one sounds rather juvenile.. Oh well...
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Post by firespirit on Jul 26, 2008 20:26:03 GMT -4
On the same token, after the relationship between T and I first started, I had this odd past life AP. It was in the location where T used to live, but instead of the original buildings, there was an old Victorian farmstead. (I'm uncertain if there really was one on the property or not). In this one, I was a young girl, not older than fourteen or fifteen, dressed in typical Victorian attire (the corset was especially constricting). I remember it was dark and cloudy out, and I had run from the house, across the way where the garage now stands, and in its place was an old barn, complete with what appeared to be a root cellar of some sort. I ran into the barn... and all I could feel was fear, like someone was after me. There was this bald man with red hair and a moustache looking for me, but it was his accomplice who I feared most. I felt an immense amount of adrenaline, so much so that it made my body a little shaky and ready to run, my survival instincts on high. Funny thing is, I don't know who that guy was, other than he was sadistic and maybe evil in the Satanic sort of sense, but other than that, all I felt was the fear, without having any clue as to what he looked like.
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Post by firespirit on Jul 26, 2008 21:50:48 GMT -4
This one will still come up every so often. I'm still labeling it as a reoccurrent nightmare, since it temporarily increased it's frequency during the plate tectonics section of eighth grade Earth Science. I sometimes dream I am on a current world map, and that the continents (from where they're stationed currently) are shifting and splitting at random quite quickly. It doesn't appear to result from any outside influence, such as a spaceship or a comet.
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Post by firespirit on Jul 26, 2008 22:25:10 GMT -4
(Sorry, I'm on a roll tonight. I have a busy next few days, and want to get things posted before I forget, so there will be a bunch tonight).
I've observed through my travels that we, as souls, when we're about to embark on another life, either are a) given a choice between several different lives (ex. God may outright ask you, "Do you want ___ to happen in your life? Or b) do you want this life vs. that life?) in addition to the consequences we face during that lifetime as a result of free will. (Something tells me that mankind's not all one big experiment, like "The Sims"). In other words, some of the obstacles and events we encounter may be preset; others may be the result of our own choices, but the base lessons we're supposed to learn during a given life are set in stone. The harder our life is (the more unique struggles and difficulties we encounter) and the more we learn and persevere, the more quickly we advance as souls.
We as humans have gotten ourselves in the predicament we're in mostly because I think we started acquiring technology a bit too fast... I think (ideally) we were supposed to work in harmony with nature and technology. Nature wasn't supposed to be dismissed or exploited in favor of technology. We were supposed to treat nature with the same reverence we originally had, and not ignore it to make all these technological advances, and have problems in both departments because we didn't think before we acted. As the human race, we always had this "we or the future generation will fix these major problems tomorrow." Now tomorrow has arrived and we're pretty much at the point of no return. Something tells me it's possible we may have done the same thing to Mars. History repeats itself, I guess.
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Post by firespirit on Jul 27, 2008 9:50:28 GMT -4
Grr... why does T keep showing up? (I'm really getting frustrated. I'd like to sleep soundly w/o him invading my APs).
In this one, we were on a beach... presumably either in CA or somewhere on the Gulf Coast (though it really didn't look like Gulf Shores... more like FL somewhere). Anyway, for some reason I kept getting confused, and kept going back to the bar to ask the bartender (your typical middle aged male barkeep) something, and he was more or less, like "I can't believe you haven't found it yet." And he'd chuckle or make some comment about the lack of my sense of direction, or how I couldn't find anything for the life of me.
So T and I went out digging in the beach sand, occasionally pulling at some wild grass as if digging and looking for something. And we'd walk along the beach, and every time we thought we found something, it turned out to be a pile of cigarette butts.
What the heck?
This one happened last night and I woke up kind of groggy.
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Post by firespirit on Jul 29, 2008 23:43:57 GMT -4
Actually, this one occurred as a daydream on the schoolbus as a kid, so I'm not quite sure if it was a daydream or not.
I remember in heaven, as this life was being panned out, someone (maybe God?) asking me what I wanted to occur in this life. I picked the hardest one of the choices, so my soul would evolve faster.
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Post by firespirit on Jul 29, 2008 23:57:51 GMT -4
This one was a dream, not an AP.
I had a dream my Dad died because these poisonous flies flew into his ear and ate out his brain. I could see him dying, and I tried to help him by plugging his ear with pine tar, hoping that the flies would stick to the sap, but it didn't work. Boy, was that a nightmare!
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Post by firespirit on Jul 30, 2008 21:31:46 GMT -4
I didn't know where to post this, so if this is the wrong spot, please move it!
It seems the stiffness in the knee and hips are some sort of energy block. The energy seems stuck at the hips and knees, preventing adequate energy flow. I'm wondering if as I'm stretching these muscles (my hamstrings are tight -- rock solid), I should visualize the energy breaking apart? Eh. It's worth a shot I guess. I could see this during my nap on the lawnchair after I got home from work, but had my suspicions when I went out for a six mile walk earlier this week. Something tells me this would be a good thing to pursue in addition to conventional medicine. I also woke up freezing, but it was hot out, and I'm not ill, which is odd.
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Post by firespirit on Jul 31, 2008 22:49:45 GMT -4
Every so often, I'll have this AP....
I'm running down the sidewalk at night, at almost superhuman speed. I can always feel the wind rushing by, my legs are real loose and raring to go, though they almost just skim the ground. I'm running from something in the cemetary, and I always run by a few houses. There are always old abandoned warehouses, which ends up being a darker area than the houses, but although I'm still scared, I strangely feel safer in this darker area. Even odder still, I fear leaving the town, and running to the hilly countryside, because I know whatever otherwordly being is after me will get me there.
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Post by firespirit on Jul 31, 2008 22:51:41 GMT -4
Recently I had an AP where I was swimming next to a prehistoric fish. I know it was prehistoric because of its size, it's long neck, and tail, and it's huge long fangs that were longer and bigger than any shark in the present day. It turned its head to look at me, and I remember it opened its mouth and displayed its teeth. This was a very brief AP and unfortunately I don't remember much.
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Post by firespirit on Aug 2, 2008 15:16:52 GMT -4
About six months ago I had an AP where I was actually in a spaceship. It was the interior, and it had long circular hallways and rooms off of them, some of them leading to more rooms -- in a pod-like fashion. We weren't that far from Earth; I caught glimpses of Earth through the various windows... it seemed as though I felt we were disguised as a satelite, and hovered in orbit above Earth along with the real ones. I felt calm and collected, knowing I would return safely unharmed before the whole thing happened (I don't recall being taken aboard). Anyway, I was again in this drunken stupor... that kind where your actions can sometimes get ahead of your thoughts, you're dizzy, and you just don't care what happens as long as that awful feeling goes away. So the aliens dragged me to this table, nothing happened sexually, they were too interested in my ear and nose and mouth for some reason. They inspected me as a normal doctor would, then tried to hold me down to implant something in my nose but I got away from them, I was moving heavy and felt drunk but somehow managed to escape safely. For some reason this AP does not seem like a big deal, probably since I got away.
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