My awakening...
Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2004 11:58 am
Original post: Chalis
This is rather long, but I thought I would share the experience I had that truly awakened me to my current state. This is an entry I wrote in my journal the morning after it happened.
I had the most vivid dream I have ever had in my life this morning... And I still haven't recovered...
In an old hotel in rural England, I was approached by this guy, who looked a little like that dude who played Gandalf in Lord of the Rings
Ian McKellen or something
But he had corpse-white skin, and ruby red lips
I remember joking with him that if he dyed his hair green, he would look like the Joker
When I asked him his name, he looked at me strangely for a moment, and said 'Ian will do'
I get the distinct impression he told me to call him 'Ian' because that's who he reminded me of...
I was telling him about some things that were happening in my life, and he seemed to know of a few of my friends.
Next I knew, I was riding my motorbike with a couple of other people
down a long road, overhung by trees, that kinda devolved into a country lane
We pulled over for some reason, and I went for a stroll along the side of the lane
There was a low stone wall running parallel with the lane
It was nearly dusk, the sky was turning dark
As I was walking, I heard my phone start to ring, the exact tune it plays in real life, and I remember fumbling through my backpack for it
I pulled it out, but didnt recognise the number
I answered it, and it was 'Ian'
As I was speaking to him on the phone, I looked down and noticed a digital camera on the grass next to the wall
I bent down to pick it up, as he asked me if I had seen a red BMW motorbike, state of the art (his words) riding along this road
He said it had 2 female riders on it, and they weren't where they were supposed to be
They never arrived at their destination
I started to say no, but looked along the lane, and saw various other bits of gear, a rolled up bedroll, a water bottle, and then finally, a white helmet
As my eyes followed the lane, it rose slightly, and there was a house on the rise to the right of the lane
At the base of the stone wall, just by the house, was a ruined red BMW motorcycle
As I walked towards the bike, with Ian still on the phone, I started to freak
My sinuses slammed closed, and I knew, I just fucking *knew* the riders were dead
I could feel that they hadn't survived
But I walked up to the house anyway, trying to find the bodies, trying to find out if the people had seen the riders
All the while, my heart was pounding in my chest, and a low, animal moan was coming from deep in my throat
I walked through the house, and the people just ignored me
They didn't even seem to be aware of my presence as I walked right by them
So I walked through the house, out to the backyard, and saw some kids laying in the grass, staring at something, and whispering among themselves
When I followed their gaze, I saw the two girls, standing there, in riding leathers, without helmets, and one had a bloody nose
When they saw me, they seemed so surprised... Ian was asking me over and over if I had found them
I remember kinda shouting at him as I ran towards the girls, something like "I've found them, they're okay, I gotta go! I gotta call an ambulance."
He said "I knew they were okay, I just wanted you to find them. Don't worry about the ambulance, they are okay."
I didnt really pay attention to him, just hung up on him
The girls ran to me, and I hugged them, even though they were strangers to me, I was just glad I was wrong, and they were alive...
They were both tall and thin, they looked like sisters, one blonde, one brunette, short shaggy hair on both of them... not classically beautiful, but lovely to my eyes, because I had found them
When I asked them when they had crashed, they looked at each other, puzzled, and said they didnt know
Maybe a day ago
They weren't sure
So I took them into the house, yelling at the inhabitants to call an ambulance... the inhabitants just ignored me
I sat with the girls at the kitchen table, talking to them about what had happened, but they couldn't quite remember
I remember wanting a glass of water, but the people in the house just had tons of ice in their fridge, no water bottle
The only water jug they had was on the floor next to the fridge, with ice in it, but they had a dog, and I was afraid the dog had been drinking from the water, so I didnt bother
I went back to talking to the girls, but they didnt seem to know at first who Ian was
I described him to them, tall, kinda cultured, pale, pale skin, blood red lips, and an english accent
The girls also had very strong english accents
After that description, they seemed to have some idea of who he was, like they vaguely recognised his description
I remember hugging them both again, just so happy they were okay
Then, one of my riding companions called out to me from out in the field next to the house, behind the stone wall
I ran outside after asking the girls if they were okay, for the millionth time, and ran down the steps
My friend was standing over 2 bodies
The bodies of the girls
The blonde one's nose was bloody
He went to turn her body, but her head didnt turn with it... Her neck was broken
They were both dead
I remember yelling something incoherent, and running back to the house, but the girls were gone
I remember then being in these big, green, dark halls, kinda like the labyrinth in Hellraiser 2
Ian was there, trying to tell me something but I didn't want to listen
Then I woke up, with tears in my eyes, and my sinuses completely closed.
This dream has rocked me to my core... I matched up the times between Brisbane and England at the time of my dream. It was morning here, and just on dusk at about 10-11pm there, somewhere rural.
At the time my dream started (approx 7:30am),Matt (my closest friend, also a sensitive) was dreaming that I was riding through a rural countryside, somewhere with cold, crisp, fresh air, with huge wings on my back spread wide...
I had woken up at about 7:20am, because my birds were whistling, and I started to get up, cos once I'm awake, that's it, no more sleep for me. As I sat up, I remember dropping back to the pillow like a puppet with its strings cut... then the dream started.
It is only now, as I write this, that I realise a few things.
Ian told me that the girls hadn't arrived at their destination. They weren't where they were supposed to be. At the time of the dream, I thought he meant somewhere physical, like a hotel or something. It's only now that I know that he meant that they hadn't 'crossed over'.
He told me not to bother with an ambulance, because he knew they were okay, he just wanted me to find them. He knew they were dead.
I feel so fucked up at the moment, spiritually, mentally, physically, and I have felt like crying all morning...
Since that time, whenever I have 'shifted' into the spirit world, I come out of it with my sinuses blocked.
Just thought I would share. Thank you for reading this far.
This is rather long, but I thought I would share the experience I had that truly awakened me to my current state. This is an entry I wrote in my journal the morning after it happened.
I had the most vivid dream I have ever had in my life this morning... And I still haven't recovered...
In an old hotel in rural England, I was approached by this guy, who looked a little like that dude who played Gandalf in Lord of the Rings
Ian McKellen or something
But he had corpse-white skin, and ruby red lips
I remember joking with him that if he dyed his hair green, he would look like the Joker
When I asked him his name, he looked at me strangely for a moment, and said 'Ian will do'
I get the distinct impression he told me to call him 'Ian' because that's who he reminded me of...
I was telling him about some things that were happening in my life, and he seemed to know of a few of my friends.
Next I knew, I was riding my motorbike with a couple of other people
down a long road, overhung by trees, that kinda devolved into a country lane
We pulled over for some reason, and I went for a stroll along the side of the lane
There was a low stone wall running parallel with the lane
It was nearly dusk, the sky was turning dark
As I was walking, I heard my phone start to ring, the exact tune it plays in real life, and I remember fumbling through my backpack for it
I pulled it out, but didnt recognise the number
I answered it, and it was 'Ian'
As I was speaking to him on the phone, I looked down and noticed a digital camera on the grass next to the wall
I bent down to pick it up, as he asked me if I had seen a red BMW motorbike, state of the art (his words) riding along this road
He said it had 2 female riders on it, and they weren't where they were supposed to be
They never arrived at their destination
I started to say no, but looked along the lane, and saw various other bits of gear, a rolled up bedroll, a water bottle, and then finally, a white helmet
As my eyes followed the lane, it rose slightly, and there was a house on the rise to the right of the lane
At the base of the stone wall, just by the house, was a ruined red BMW motorcycle
As I walked towards the bike, with Ian still on the phone, I started to freak
My sinuses slammed closed, and I knew, I just fucking *knew* the riders were dead
I could feel that they hadn't survived
But I walked up to the house anyway, trying to find the bodies, trying to find out if the people had seen the riders
All the while, my heart was pounding in my chest, and a low, animal moan was coming from deep in my throat
I walked through the house, and the people just ignored me
They didn't even seem to be aware of my presence as I walked right by them
So I walked through the house, out to the backyard, and saw some kids laying in the grass, staring at something, and whispering among themselves
When I followed their gaze, I saw the two girls, standing there, in riding leathers, without helmets, and one had a bloody nose
When they saw me, they seemed so surprised... Ian was asking me over and over if I had found them
I remember kinda shouting at him as I ran towards the girls, something like "I've found them, they're okay, I gotta go! I gotta call an ambulance."
He said "I knew they were okay, I just wanted you to find them. Don't worry about the ambulance, they are okay."
I didnt really pay attention to him, just hung up on him
The girls ran to me, and I hugged them, even though they were strangers to me, I was just glad I was wrong, and they were alive...
They were both tall and thin, they looked like sisters, one blonde, one brunette, short shaggy hair on both of them... not classically beautiful, but lovely to my eyes, because I had found them
When I asked them when they had crashed, they looked at each other, puzzled, and said they didnt know
Maybe a day ago
They weren't sure
So I took them into the house, yelling at the inhabitants to call an ambulance... the inhabitants just ignored me
I sat with the girls at the kitchen table, talking to them about what had happened, but they couldn't quite remember
I remember wanting a glass of water, but the people in the house just had tons of ice in their fridge, no water bottle
The only water jug they had was on the floor next to the fridge, with ice in it, but they had a dog, and I was afraid the dog had been drinking from the water, so I didnt bother
I went back to talking to the girls, but they didnt seem to know at first who Ian was
I described him to them, tall, kinda cultured, pale, pale skin, blood red lips, and an english accent
The girls also had very strong english accents
After that description, they seemed to have some idea of who he was, like they vaguely recognised his description
I remember hugging them both again, just so happy they were okay
Then, one of my riding companions called out to me from out in the field next to the house, behind the stone wall
I ran outside after asking the girls if they were okay, for the millionth time, and ran down the steps
My friend was standing over 2 bodies
The bodies of the girls
The blonde one's nose was bloody
He went to turn her body, but her head didnt turn with it... Her neck was broken
They were both dead
I remember yelling something incoherent, and running back to the house, but the girls were gone
I remember then being in these big, green, dark halls, kinda like the labyrinth in Hellraiser 2
Ian was there, trying to tell me something but I didn't want to listen
Then I woke up, with tears in my eyes, and my sinuses completely closed.
This dream has rocked me to my core... I matched up the times between Brisbane and England at the time of my dream. It was morning here, and just on dusk at about 10-11pm there, somewhere rural.
At the time my dream started (approx 7:30am),Matt (my closest friend, also a sensitive) was dreaming that I was riding through a rural countryside, somewhere with cold, crisp, fresh air, with huge wings on my back spread wide...
I had woken up at about 7:20am, because my birds were whistling, and I started to get up, cos once I'm awake, that's it, no more sleep for me. As I sat up, I remember dropping back to the pillow like a puppet with its strings cut... then the dream started.
It is only now, as I write this, that I realise a few things.
Ian told me that the girls hadn't arrived at their destination. They weren't where they were supposed to be. At the time of the dream, I thought he meant somewhere physical, like a hotel or something. It's only now that I know that he meant that they hadn't 'crossed over'.
He told me not to bother with an ambulance, because he knew they were okay, he just wanted me to find them. He knew they were dead.
I feel so fucked up at the moment, spiritually, mentally, physically, and I have felt like crying all morning...
Since that time, whenever I have 'shifted' into the spirit world, I come out of it with my sinuses blocked.
Just thought I would share. Thank you for reading this far.