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Originally Posted by asearcher
Thank you, very interesting - again - to read of your other experiences. I was holding my breath(!)
Perhaps it is that some entities can better access humans when they are on drugs, alcohol, sleeping, sick - when they have their guards down?
The bad ones feed of fear, that much I have read about, this why they want to scare you, but basically one can change costume over there so even if they look scary it is only a costume, like Halloween. Often target the most sensitive in the family and leave the rest so the sensitive one has to walk around feeling persecuted and having all these weird experiences and may not be believed at first.
When I tried my own perish-cleaning ritual I did it too with the strong intent to ask basically everyone(!) on the other side to help out, could you make sure they find their way home and find peace - something like that. To tell the truth, I suck at praying. I suck at it so bad. I read some of those tradition praying too, but I hardly get some of those words and it just feels estranged to me so I decided to speak from the heart. I think I had expected the roof to come off or something, but it was not dramatic at all(!)
Only later it was as if the house was crowded with entities and after having listening in we decided to come to the conclusion that they, the good guys, are cleaning up this place. This went on for days if not weeks and then it died down. When I did a meditation, in all this, I suddenly saw a nun at what appeared to be a portal in the home and I could see her in detail and what she was wearing, and later found that specifically - I who thought all those nun's clothing were pretty much the same. Think that costume was from Canada or someplace, of all places, back in time. Can't remember.
My friend doesn't complain anymore or say she sees things anymore around here so that's good. She comes from a line of relative who even worked as medium and was successful helping out with crimes on the side which was risky, I guess mine to is in heritage, have especially a few relatives that stand out in my history back, one saw visions and the other saw ghosts and God knows what else.
Now I don't know if the in heritage brain is all to blame or if it is a natural step if we have lived enough lives here on earth and have spiritually developed or some thing? My oldest past life is very old indeed but it could be too that I am a slow learner, ha ha, so maybe it has nothing to do with being advanced in i one particular field (but being dumb in another...). I just don't know.
One time there was a hell of a noise in the home - against just noises of turbulence, fighting, things crashing - and nothing before my eyes - and me not knowing how to make it stop just said "Please, just so you know - I can't see you - I hear you but I can not see you". Then it stopped.
I know we are energy and energy never dies. And so energy exists in the other dimensions as well. I don't know if it is by intent that they see the glow and come or if they are unintentionally connected to us if we are sharing the same kind of energy as they have, like magnets, one can't help it.
When you described the lady-ghost who's face changed and who had a generous breast size I thought she had been a prostitute in some bar somewhere in her life. Sometimes I get pics in my head, it is really new, when I read things or talk to someone and it goes by less than a second and it can flicker to others too and it is not connected to any emotions so there for I have zero information, and I can't tie the pics to a story either. So yeah. Not my bit, but still they come, and some has said wow - that is 100% accurate and how did you know? Never the less, it has a life on it's own. It is so new to me that I have difficulty following and seeing a difference between imagination and this other accurate stuff.
Way before when people thought I was intuitive I thought it was because my brain had collected little bits of information here and there that my subconscious did not know - and came up with a conclusion that turn out to be correct.
I too thought I had a good memory of finding things, but now realizing that I would feel my way - feel where I put a certain paper for instance, and people can be very surprised at work, but now they are use to it, they ask me where is that and so on and I go and get it. I feel where it is. I don't see it. I don't see an image of it. I just feel it. (the only game I am good at is Memory, ha ha, never mind how the cards are placed)
One thing that really got me in trouble once in a past "romantic" relationship is that I could feel something bad within the walls. I had all that life previously thought I had to stop being so over sensitive. This guy had been patient in trying to first of all get me to date him because I wanted to be single at the time and I remember the first time I met him and shook his hand at a party where a friend had taken me to that he had something dangerous in his eyes and my first instinct was that I did not like him, but he kept at it for weeks and weeks through friends to make me accept going out with him, but I wouldn't and then one day we were at a different party and there he was and he knew from before I was going to come. And that was when I slipped. I let go of my first instinct.
At the time I was totally lost within myself and should not have been in a relationship before I got myself straighten out.
Anyways, at some stage into the relationship I was at his home and suddenly it was as if I felt something bad was hidden somewhere - and I could feel where it was. Then, out of the blue, I got up, and I found this secret place and what was hidden. I was shaken by it myself. Couldn't explain it. I swear i had not been searching. I just went to the bad place at once and found it, hidden.
I am one of those hopeless people who's every emotion you can see in the face, so no poker face there. Wish I had one of those. So he got home, right, and I had put everything back before so he wouldn't notice I had discovered it. At the time everything wasn't sunny in the relationship.
We had argued before because he wanted me to move in with him for real and I thought it was too soon and tried to come up with reasons why not. (i could not shake off the cold feelings in the walls). I guess it was the part of me that felt - this was a truly bad guy, I just did not feel comfortable with him although on the surface he had it all - it was those eyes, I guess, an exciting streak to him, but then it could swift and look cold. Dead cold. He had a good job. But I felt really like depressed with him, in the home, and I would cry in secret because I did not know what to do. I thought there was something wrong with me. I was suppose to be happy with him. What was I doing? He too was not respecting my wish not to get pregnant, he was careless, knowing he was, and later found out he really was trying to make me pregnant on purpose, and it was as if I was slipping and slipping, like my hand was loosing it's grip on the edge. I had not been listening to myself. When he saw how scared I got once he said "Look, I am a guy who take responsibility and I really want a baby with you". Despite these warm words he was not possessing any true warmth to him.
Looking back he fit right into the category of a psychopath (going to spare you the many details from how I came to that final conclusion) and those can feel lust that they confuse with love but it isn't really love. I guess he did the best he could do from where he came from, just born that way, I guess. One time he told me that he was angry with me because I failed to help out in a conversation at a party, I think, but I thought hell no I am not your translator - that is what you need me for - you have zero empathy for other people, it is just fake - you're just using real men's words, just a copy cat - and I am not gonna help you out.
Later too I read of this and usually psychopaths know they lack something, empathy, and they need someone sensitive to help make their ways easier, so no one will see their true face.
Anyways, I had to come clean and say I had "found" something and I think he always thought that I had to spend hours turning the place upside down in order to find it and even then it would have been difficult. He wasn't pleased with me, to tell the truth. And naturally he did not buy into my explanation. Hell, even I had trouble buying into it.
It was one of those times when I thought - no, I am right to feel this way, he is bad like really bad, not like bad on the surface but good guy inside,he's just bad. And I need to get the hell out of here.
I could tell too how he treated someone he apparently use to meet at parties and sleep with afterwards, one time she was at one of those parties we were at, and even though she was far away and the whole places was crowded, I felt something and I knew there was something. And instead of viewing her as a rival, she was like my sister, and I felt for her. I could tell she was scared of him, you know, but too drawn to him. I could feel her energy, she was a good person. Yet throughout she was like miles away from us, but still I felt her. He was sitting beside me with his arm on the back of my chair and demonstrating that he was with me. I could not glare her out - but it was as if I felt the energy of her around in this huge room where this party was at was something I could not shake off. And in a glance I could later tell he was like a cold fish to her. He had used her for all she was worth and now he did not want her near him - or me - .
Later I ask him if that was his ex girlfriend and he acted or was really very surprised out of all those people, as I bet he thought he had done a good job keeping her away from me, and him, but then he said no, no ex girlfriend, just someone he use to be with when he felt like it. My feet were nailed to the floor, and I knew by the dangerous look in his eyes, that I could not just turn around and leave. I had to be careful. No matter what I did - he would not dump me - and I was too afraid of him to leave, really, because I saw how he got. I have never felt so cold within the walls, within myself as then - and yet people around us, around him - were thinking we were happy, his family, friends, etc. I would blame female intuition for having discovered her that evening.
I got out, thank God some time later, but not easy, he did not want to let go even if we were unhappy, not a good match. He was skilled so people would take his side when I ran off.
He was the coldest person I think I have ever met and gotten that close to, it is unbelievable looking back that I did not listen to myself and my first instinct. But I thought before I was crazy when everything looked so perfect on the surface to feel like I did. I would tell myself I was ungrateful - to me he showed me his world in an instant. family friends, work, colleagues, everything in fast speed. And it was not like I would sleep with the guy soon into the relationship either. Even my best girlfriends use to laugh at me, very shy, and wish to believe in a relationship - that he is the one, for life - before doing anything. I can't help it, it has to be combined, I don't judge others for being different from me. Later that woman he had only been sleeping with before me said she had been so hooked on him that she would have killed for that, but that he gave her nothing, and yet she understood that time as I was with him at the party that I was not happy. And she couldn't understand why. She too came to the conclusion there was something wrong with him and had moved on.
But it was an aha moment for me really, I knew then and it grew on me - that I have to listen to myself, that a feeling is not just a feeling - and is silly - it is something powerful. And I think it is energy - and powerful - on the other side as well, where it is more accepted for what it really is.
Here information is information, and feeling is feeling, but I think over there emotion/feeling/energy is information and is equally real. Energy rules the show, so to say.
So if I feel blue, or angry or any other negative emotion - I think I impact, somehow, like a fuel of some kind to the other side. I'm attracting a certain energy. Perhaps crazy of me to think so? And to my energy and their energy is playing a game together, melting in, impacting?
I hope I have not lost you with all these words. Sorry about that. These are just thoughts, really. Like you I am searching for answers too. Wish I knew :)
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