Sleep Warriors 'R' Us.

[Borden]

Hello, new member here.

While reading through some of the threads here I was firmly of the mind that I had nothing worth posting, and only wanted to hear about other people's information. Then something, I forget what, put me in mind of some experiences of my own,and I realised that they may not be that boring or meaningless after all.

From a surprisingly young age I was obsessed with the concept of astral projection, but never seemed to have much success in my attempts other than giving myself peculiarly vivid dreams. In my twenties however, I began to experience phenomena that I was not prepared for, not looking for, and which disturbed me.

In my thirties I rediscovered my interest in the subject, and this led to a variety of experiences that forever changed my ideas about the nature and illusion of consciousness, the world we think we live in, and the scope of our potential ability to reshape that world. I don't think I have room in this post to detail any of these adventures, but happily will if asked.

My family history bothers me. My father was adopted, but there is a persistent insistence that he was a lineal descendant of one of the nastier of the Scottish kings. A little reading will give you an idea of just how unsettling I find this. There has been a prevalent theme of royalty or nobility surrounding me since birth, and it's ludicrous in terms of my present position, yet everywhere I go people seem to assume bizarre things about me. It can be both handy and troublesome. I mention this because of many things I have read about bloodlines and so-called psychic ability. Let's get too Ickey though. I've never caught myself going scaly. Not once.

The point is, I have 'caught myself' doing unusual things after attempts at astral projection, and many of them seem to be rather hands-on, as it were. Military bases, the UN building in New York, that sort of thing. Always as an antagonist or infiltrator of some sort to these power bases, and always doing things I don't really understand. There have been one or two occasions when I completely understood my means of desperate escape, but nothing much more than that. Now, I would have put those experiences down to my imagination, but for certain forms of contemporal evidence that were and remain compelling and unusual.

I once read something by someone about how a version of one's self might be engaged in things about which the conscious mind has no clue, but that are at least as intrinsic and defining as our waking ideas of ourselves.

Sometimes I wish TPTB would find me and put me on a nice fat retainer as a remote viewer or similar. Can't help feeling that there'd be a conflict of interests though, somehow.

Nothing earth changing, I admit. I wish I had something to tell you that you didn't already know. I'm sure many of you share my disbelief and horror at the world we find ourselves in - a world full of people who somehow, mysteriously don't understand that they're being milked, poisoned and hypnotized at every turn from cradle to grave.

What a world, what a world.

Let's all try hard not to melt leaving only our hats.

[king anthony]

Thank you for sharing your story. Some questions: As a child, what kind of vivid dreams?

Details of 'these adventures' would be nice in order to get a better picture of your story. You have my attention about '...assume bizarre things...' and bloodlines and 'abilities'.

Can you explain the 'rather hands-on'? Yes the world is what it is, the reality... many are 'empty shells' and some of the rest will have the same fait.

[Borden]

Thanks for your reply, king anthony,

As a child it was not so much dreams as other phenomena. There were several nightmarish occasions on which I experienced something it's difficult to put into words, but I can probably best describe as a fluctuating pulse. I remember being extremely distressed as I lay in my bed, because I felt a pulsing wave that was accompanied by extreme feelings of terror, and a sense that I was moving through states of matter in some rapid and awful way. It felt as though I was zipping back and forth between two states of matter - one very heavy and associated with dread - and the other lighter and more 'normal'. I had many, many horrific nights alone with this, and for some reason it never occurred to me to tell anyone or ask questions.

Another instance of the strange things I mentioned was an incident to which my younger brother still attests uneasily. He and I shared a bedroom and he became frantic and woke the whole house up that night. He claims, and still claims - to have seen a ghastly woman in white standing at the foot of my bed and pointing at me.

Now, I hadn't remembered that until recently, when I had one of the most appalling 'dreams'. This was one of the 'dreams' I categorize as something other - whether they are lucid dreams or astral events I can't authoritatively say, but they occur either when I have attempted astral projection or have - before sleep - felt the pulse state that leads to astral projection. Sometimes it just happens without any coaxing, and always ... always leads to one of these dreams, which can best be described as more real than 'reality'. Crisper, somehow with more dimension than the waking world. Words fail me - it's like going from VHS to Blu-Ray.

Anyway, in that recent 'dream' I found myself in a room from which I was watching a crowd of people outside, and then I became aware of a woman to my left, elevated from my position, and staring at me. She was greyish white in every aspect, old, and somehow pristine and terriying. The most sensational aspect of the whole thing was an unspoken yet palpable sense that she was revealing herself to me, and that this was in itself a remarkable and terrible thing at which I should be awed and scared. I was, but I was also very, very angry, which I can't really explain emotionally.

As for the adventures - there have been many over the years, and obviously it's hard to pick any one that would give you an impression of the overall sense. I seem to have had so many meetings with vaguely Aryan types of authority of some mystical kind - who have treated me as something like an outsider, but part of the clan. It's difficult to explain what I'm talking about, but in these lucid dreams or astral events or whatever they truly are, I'm always treated with kid gloves - as though I'm a wayward family member.

One particular 'adventure', which made quite an impression on me, involved me 'coming to' as it were - at a point where about a dozen people had me cornered in a corridor in some sort of underground facility. They were uniformed and I wasn't supposed to be there. I seemed to know exactly what I was doing as I grabbed one of the heavy cables snaking across the factory-ish floor and bit hard into it. When I woke it felt as though I had committed suicide in a dire situation, but later I remembered what happens every time I externalise and get too close to the electricity sub-station a mile or so from my house. It seems I knew what I was doing - in retrospect.

It so often seems that I am in some horrible place for a very specific reason, and when I wake with any memory, or 'come to' within the event, I feel like an idiot. I don't know what the hell I'm doing there! But it feels that some part of me does.

As for the 'bloodlines and abilities' thing, I won't make claims I can't support. I've simply told you that there is a strong chance that my paternal line is one of disenfranchised nobility. I'm uncomfortable about going into too many anecdotes about the way people seem to respond to me because then I get into territory that's just too vague. You'd have to ask people who know me. Ability? Well, the whole astral malarkey is one thing, but I've also had many instances of prophetic dreams (sensationally verified - but only amongst my peers, and it's obviously worthless to relate these in retrospect), off the chart Synchronicity, and - silly though it feels to mention - a strange relationship with animals of all sorts. I've lost count of the occasions on which someone has gone goggle-eyed and said, 'he's never done that before!' when their cat jumps on my lap or similar. Sounds trivial, but it's always been a strange thing with me and animals, cats especially.

Hope I answered in the way you wanted, if not, let me know.

[king anthony]

Nonhuman species have the ability to cloud what people see, as in the movie 'the Shadow' (1984).

You may be convinced that these things are dreams; however, sometimes other nonhuman forces use dreams to communicate thus the confusion.

On the mainstream side of things, the mind can also be affected by whatever is taking place in one's life - thus odd dreams, which will have the same feeling throughout one's life; not implying this is with your story (this is the standard I use when reflecting on my own weird experiences - process of elimination).

The last paragraph is of interest, which you cannot dismiss. If you dismiss any part of your experiences you must (by the 'law' of standard - apply to one as to the other) dismiss everything - and you shouldn't. 'off the chart Synchronicity' or it is really happening - it is what you 'know' inside. I am willing to bet this occurs when you're 'emotionally charged' (in some way to some degree) - am I right?

Animals know and the fact they are attracted to you they feel comfort (I have the same type of connect and stories). Take the time, when with them, to connect - 'learn them' and I bet it will be like your are speaking to them - no one would understand if you told them this.

I used to think my life was boring... I look back now and think 'maybe not so boring'. I bet you have more stories of experiences - you just set them aside. :)