Getting to know you, Avalon...

Gevaudan · 12-13-2009, 02:00 AM

Hello everyone!

Since I'm a neophyte in terms of posts, I though I would share a bit of who I am and how I arrived here.

First I would like for you to know that the paranormal has been, well, quite normal for me my entire life. I was a child who always asked tough questions and never seemed satisfied with the answers I was receiving. I remember when I was about four years old I looked at my aunt and grandmother and asked, "Where did we come from?" "God created us," replied my grandmother. "Well...what created God?," I immediately asked. My aunt and grandmother just looked at each other like, "Where did this guy come from?"

I was (as I'm sure many of you were) a child who lived inside of his own imagination. While my father wanted to take me fishing, I was usually too busy reading books about the space program or natural philosophy. My mother has told me that I also had 'imaginary friends' (sound familiar, anyone?) and that I would be sitting in my room while staring at the ceiling and talking to something. Although I cannot remember it too well myself, my mother certainly does. I guess she worried that her only child was destined for the looney bin.

As I grew older, I stopped speaking to my 'friends' and had normal childhood in the Western sense of that period of life. Although that stopped, I have never lost the ability to see things clairvoyantly. I have always had 'dreams' that would later manifest. When I was younger, I though this was a normal phenomenon. I would take a nap and awaken to tell my parents that something had happened only to find out a few hours later that it had. Mom and dad have always been hush-hush about this material. I have tried to talk to them about it, but they seem to always dodge the question. I was not raised in a religious household, but my parents believe in something that cannot be described in words (my father is a Freemason, Templar, Shriner but don't worry--I haven't seen decapitated heads or space lizards lying around the house). <--That's a joke, guys and gals.

Anyway, getting back on track...

My childhood was quite agonizing at times. I am a natural empath so my adolescent years were particularly hard. I couldn't stand all of the competition that comes with the ego's big debut. I had love pouring out of me at all times, but often felt rejected and have literally had people spout wickedness at me for no apparent reason. I cannot tell you how many times people have acted hostile toward me for something as simple as smiling at them.

I was raised in a remote region of Kentucky (in the Appalachian part of the state) and felt quite isolated at times. I was interested in chemistry, physics, and mathematics, while my peers were interested in NASCAR and chewing tobacco. Due to the fact that I felt like a fish out of water, I developed an alter ego to survive. I was often seen as a carefree individual, and was named 'class clown' by my peers. It was odd, really. I was the student who often distracted class, while simultaneously making the highest grades. Some of my teachers probably wanted to kill me.

When I was fifteen years old, my aunt Kimberly lost her battle to breast cancer. She was a very loving soul who never said a harsh word to anyone. We shared a special bond, which was quite evident after she passed away. One morning while I was asleep, my aunt appeared at the foot of my bed. She was dressed in a white robe that was so brilliant that it was hard to look upon her. As I began to ask her what she was doing I heard a voice in my head say, "I'm going away, but we'll see each other again. You have something very important to do while you're here, but that will come in time. Just remember no matter how crazy things become, everything will be okay. There is nothing to fear...ever." And with that, she vanished in the pitch black darkness of my room. A moment later, my door opened and my mother entered the room. She said, "...I have something to tell you" "Aunt Kim died, didn't she?" I replied. "How did you know that?" my mother asked with astonishment. "I just spoke to her," I said with a tear in my eye.

I never really knew what she meant by saying that I had a job to do until about four years ago. Synchronicity brought me from Kentucky to Charleston, SC and since I have been here things have been intensifying. I was awakened by a variety of experiences. I remember in 2006 there were about three nights in a row when I would awaken each night at 11:11 and flip open my cell phone (I didn't have a clock in the room) only to see that is was that time. Later in the night, I would awaken at 2:22. Had this only happened one or two nights, I would have thought nothing of it. On the third night, I said, "Ok...you have my attention! What is it that you want?" I remember typing '11:11' into Google and smiling from ear-to-ear when the search results were shown.

Shortly thereafter, I began consuming information like a computer. I would read four or five books simultaneously. From the traditional religious texts to Aleister Crowley, I read it all. I studied every 'ism' that I could find, and gained valuable insight to what is up on this planet. I remember at one point I felt stuck, and didn't know what to do. Once again, it was in my dreams that an answer arrived.

One night I had a dream where I encountered an individual whom I had befriended at work. In the dream he was wearing a dark grey/black robe with a hood over his head. As I asked him what he was doing he held out a book that was colored blood red. Upon the cover of the book a title emerged in an Old English font with gold letters. The title?...The Book of Enoch. Now at this point in my life I had never heard of this book. I awoke and immediately wrote down 'Enoch.' Upon doing a search on the net, I was delighted to see that this was a real book. Well, I went to the bookstore and found the book. It was...uhm....blood red, but with silver letters instead of gold. After reading that book, I can understand why something was pushing me toward it. It certainly opened up another door in my mind.

I have so much more to share with everyone over time. As I have seen others say on this forum, it seems that this stuff pours out of my heart when I write about it because it feels like coming home to be in the midst of other kindred souls who have been seeking answers their whole lives. I could write volumes of similar experiences, but it is best to take things slowly. I have been watching this forum since its inception, but hesitated to join because I felt 'blocked' from talking about it until the right time. It has been very enlightening to watch the various people come and go from this place with differing viewpoints and agendas. From dogmatic debacles to doomsday prophecies--it's all here. Folks, with the right set of eyes you can see our consciousness evolve through the debates on Avalon.

It is my belief that we have nothing to fear. I can no longer take the 'end is near' camp seriously. At one time I bought into the fear mongers. I thought, "Oh goodness! I need to stock up on gold and granola!" I was also fascinated by the concept of an elite group masterminding the events in the world. While I do not rule out the possibility of this being true, I generally think people are more comfortable thinking that some sinister group is controlling this circus from behind the scenes, as opposed to accepting that it could possibly be chaos and nothing else. Anyway, I studied this material to the point of exhaustion and at times felt like I was losing my mind. I became numb, and only until the past few weeks I felt a debilitating apathy toward the events in the world. This seems to be a very natural process that accompanies spiritual awakening, but it is unpleasant nonetheless. I was at the point where if someone told me that the world was controlled by demonic girl scouts I wouldn't have been surprised. It's all part of the unraveling that we're all experiencing.

I hope to contribute to the potential that I know this forum has. We're all at the greatest show in the Universe, folks. Keep seeking answers and opening new doors. Dogmatists, atheists, new-agers, free thinkers, ufologists, conspiracy theorists, and illumanists...you are invited! Do not worry about what will happen. You WILL know what to do when the time comes. There is no such thing as death, so continue to awaken which is to truly live.

Smile Avalon...It's your time to shine....

Peace

G

12-13-2009, 02:00 AM	#1
Gevaudan Avalon Senior Member Join Date: Jan 2009 Location: Charleston, SC Posts: 75	Getting to know you, Avalon... Hello everyone! Since I'm a neophyte in terms of posts, I though I would share a bit of who I am and how I arrived here. First I would like for you to know that the paranormal has been, well, quite normal for me my entire life. I was a child who always asked tough questions and never seemed satisfied with the answers I was receiving. I remember when I was about four years old I looked at my aunt and grandmother and asked, "Where did we come from?" "God created us," replied my grandmother. "Well...what created God?," I immediately asked. My aunt and grandmother just looked at each other like, "Where did this guy come from?" I was (as I'm sure many of you were) a child who lived inside of his own imagination. While my father wanted to take me fishing, I was usually too busy reading books about the space program or natural philosophy. My mother has told me that I also had 'imaginary friends' (sound familiar, anyone?) and that I would be sitting in my room while staring at the ceiling and talking to something. Although I cannot remember it too well myself, my mother certainly does. I guess she worried that her only child was destined for the looney bin. As I grew older, I stopped speaking to my 'friends' and had normal childhood in the Western sense of that period of life. Although that stopped, I have never lost the ability to see things clairvoyantly. I have always had 'dreams' that would later manifest. When I was younger, I though this was a normal phenomenon. I would take a nap and awaken to tell my parents that something had happened only to find out a few hours later that it had. Mom and dad have always been hush-hush about this material. I have tried to talk to them about it, but they seem to always dodge the question. I was not raised in a religious household, but my parents believe in something that cannot be described in words (my father is a Freemason, Templar, Shriner but don't worry--I haven't seen decapitated heads or space lizards lying around the house). <--That's a joke, guys and gals. Anyway, getting back on track... My childhood was quite agonizing at times. I am a natural empath so my adolescent years were particularly hard. I couldn't stand all of the competition that comes with the ego's big debut. I had love pouring out of me at all times, but often felt rejected and have literally had people spout wickedness at me for no apparent reason. I cannot tell you how many times people have acted hostile toward me for something as simple as smiling at them. I was raised in a remote region of Kentucky (in the Appalachian part of the state) and felt quite isolated at times. I was interested in chemistry, physics, and mathematics, while my peers were interested in NASCAR and chewing tobacco. Due to the fact that I felt like a fish out of water, I developed an alter ego to survive. I was often seen as a carefree individual, and was named 'class clown' by my peers. It was odd, really. I was the student who often distracted class, while simultaneously making the highest grades. Some of my teachers probably wanted to kill me. When I was fifteen years old, my aunt Kimberly lost her battle to breast cancer. She was a very loving soul who never said a harsh word to anyone. We shared a special bond, which was quite evident after she passed away. One morning while I was asleep, my aunt appeared at the foot of my bed. She was dressed in a white robe that was so brilliant that it was hard to look upon her. As I began to ask her what she was doing I heard a voice in my head say, "I'm going away, but we'll see each other again. You have something very important to do while you're here, but that will come in time. Just remember no matter how crazy things become, everything will be okay. There is nothing to fear...ever." And with that, she vanished in the pitch black darkness of my room. A moment later, my door opened and my mother entered the room. She said, "...I have something to tell you" "Aunt Kim died, didn't she?" I replied. "How did you know that?" my mother asked with astonishment. "I just spoke to her," I said with a tear in my eye. I never really knew what she meant by saying that I had a job to do until about four years ago. Synchronicity brought me from Kentucky to Charleston, SC and since I have been here things have been intensifying. I was awakened by a variety of experiences. I remember in 2006 there were about three nights in a row when I would awaken each night at 11:11 and flip open my cell phone (I didn't have a clock in the room) only to see that is was that time. Later in the night, I would awaken at 2:22. Had this only happened one or two nights, I would have thought nothing of it. On the third night, I said, "Ok...you have my attention! What is it that you want?" I remember typing '11:11' into Google and smiling from ear-to-ear when the search results were shown. Shortly thereafter, I began consuming information like a computer. I would read four or five books simultaneously. From the traditional religious texts to Aleister Crowley, I read it all. I studied every 'ism' that I could find, and gained valuable insight to what is up on this planet. I remember at one point I felt stuck, and didn't know what to do. Once again, it was in my dreams that an answer arrived. One night I had a dream where I encountered an individual whom I had befriended at work. In the dream he was wearing a dark grey/black robe with a hood over his head. As I asked him what he was doing he held out a book that was colored blood red. Upon the cover of the book a title emerged in an Old English font with gold letters. The title?...The Book of Enoch. Now at this point in my life I had never heard of this book. I awoke and immediately wrote down 'Enoch.' Upon doing a search on the net, I was delighted to see that this was a real book. Well, I went to the bookstore and found the book. It was...uhm....blood red, but with silver letters instead of gold. After reading that book, I can understand why something was pushing me toward it. It certainly opened up another door in my mind. I have so much more to share with everyone over time. As I have seen others say on this forum, it seems that this stuff pours out of my heart when I write about it because it feels like coming home to be in the midst of other kindred souls who have been seeking answers their whole lives. I could write volumes of similar experiences, but it is best to take things slowly. I have been watching this forum since its inception, but hesitated to join because I felt 'blocked' from talking about it until the right time. It has been very enlightening to watch the various people come and go from this place with differing viewpoints and agendas. From dogmatic debacles to doomsday prophecies--it's all here. Folks, with the right set of eyes you can see our consciousness evolve through the debates on Avalon. It is my belief that we have nothing to fear. I can no longer take the 'end is near' camp seriously. At one time I bought into the fear mongers. I thought, "Oh goodness! I need to stock up on gold and granola!" I was also fascinated by the concept of an elite group masterminding the events in the world. While I do not rule out the possibility of this being true, I generally think people are more comfortable thinking that some sinister group is controlling this circus from behind the scenes, as opposed to accepting that it could possibly be chaos and nothing else. Anyway, I studied this material to the point of exhaustion and at times felt like I was losing my mind. I became numb, and only until the past few weeks I felt a debilitating apathy toward the events in the world. This seems to be a very natural process that accompanies spiritual awakening, but it is unpleasant nonetheless. I was at the point where if someone told me that the world was controlled by demonic girl scouts I wouldn't have been surprised. It's all part of the unraveling that we're all experiencing. I hope to contribute to the potential that I know this forum has. We're all at the greatest show in the Universe, folks. Keep seeking answers and opening new doors. Dogmatists, atheists, new-agers, free thinkers, ufologists, conspiracy theorists, and illumanists...you are invited! Do not worry about what will happen. You WILL know what to do when the time comes. There is no such thing as death, so continue to awaken which is to truly live. Smile Avalon...It's your time to shine.... Peace G Last edited by Gevaudan; 12-13-2009 at 02:29 AM.