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Post by drredpill on May 24, 2006 0:08:59 GMT 10
It started out as a normal dream.I was standing in a yard near to mine where a man was using a chainsaw to cut down a tree. “Why,” I thought “am I in this place.” I often ask these types of questions to myself, as I am a frequent lucid dreamer. I looked around at the scene, and started to realize that I was primed to wake up (in my dream).
I noticed that the land was hilly, and I was at one of the higher points. I was looking side to side, slowly. When I brought my gaze to a hill that was directally to my left I looked back to the man with the chainsaw I thought to myself “Oh nuts, they are here, and they want him.”
I looked back to the hill that was on my left and using my “third eye” I saw them through the hill. There where three of them. They where confused by my presence, and where looking at each other, projecting… “This is out of the ordenary. He is not supposed to be here. What do we do?”
‘They’ where not human, they where much more like the ‘Greys’ spoken of often in books, two small ones, and a slightly larger one that was the nearest to me. My awareness was at a peak, I could see the saucer above my head, the man with the chainsaw, and the three aliens, with nothing more then my will.
I was growing strong in my dream, and was beginning to realize that I was lucid in a dream. I was beginning to remember that there is nothing I can not do while lucid in a dream. I turned to the larger alien, and was ready to show him/it my stuff.
Well, he/it had an other opinion, for me everything whent BLACK, I passed out in the dream. I woke up (in my dream) moments later in my own yard.
When I dream, I am not timmid at all. I immediately set back out to where I had been to fight with the aliens. When I got back, the yard was empty, the UFO was gone, the chainsaw the man was using was still stuck in the tree, but he was nowhere to be found.
I woke up for real in bed.
My intuition generally follows my dreams, and I have many. Perhaps I will share with you, bit by bit, piece by piece over time. Be well, and above all…
Know Thyself……………………..Red.
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Post by TRINITY on May 24, 2006 19:16:22 GMT 10
That's really intersting Red....I have many lucid dreams too I had alot last night infact. Some of them I don't really want to know about, but others are good. I guess the experience that stands out most to me wasn't really a lucid dream, it was something that happened in the night, when I received a visit from two little beings. Love and blessings, trin
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Post by drredpill on May 26, 2006 4:10:27 GMT 10
Over the years through my experiences with astral travel and lucid dreaming, I have learned a great many things. In my waking life I have grown in many ways – both spiritually and intellectually. I cherish the wisdom my journeys have provided me with and find the raw, factual information I am given of little value in comparison. But it seems that what you seek is proof – a little gem of information that you can carry with you in your journeys. Okay, I will do my best to provide you with some of the ‘left-brain’ information you are seeking by relating one of my more recent lucid dream experiences.
I was in the front yard of a farmhouse. Their where neatly trimmed hedges and freshly mowed grass surrounding a quaint little house that seemed to be filled with love and harmony. There was a huge tree in the front of this house that was very old and shaggy. It was obvious that the owner of the house and farm made a conscious decision not to cut down this tree out of respect for its majesty. As I looked up at this utterly incongruous tree to take in the eclectic feel it radiated – I became shocked. Just above this tree was a (seemingly solid) polished metal flying saucer.
Perfectly silent and perfectly still it hovered at the characteristic angle of about 20 or 30 degrees or so. I immediately started looking around me in an attempt to glean whatever additional information I could about this unusual event. As I scanned the scene I immediately came to the realization that the yard I was in was unfamiliar to me, I realized that I was dreaming. I was fully lucid in a dream and was becoming very excited. I knew I needed to calm down quickly or I would certainly wake up in bed.
I decided to shoot strait up and go into orbit around the planet while I marshaled my thoughts. I passed the tree, I passed the UFO, and I quickly reached an altitude where I could see the blue halo of the Earths atmosphere. It was at this point that I decided to go check out that craft I had seen to see what I could learn from that. I flipped myself over and headed back down to the UFO at a very fast clip. I leveled off and prepared to enter into the craft through the walls. I was traveling at least several thousand miles per hour and was beginning to prepare myself to pass through the outside wall of the ship, come to a halt, and begin searching for their computer terminal for information.
What was odd about this is that, at the point where I should have passed into the spacecraft, I did something quite different – I smashed into it. Full force; like jumping off a 40 story building head first, and hitting the pavement below. This is very unusual for someone with experience lucid dreaming in the astral. Matter just doesn’t work that way while having a lucid dream – well, not usually anyway.
I’ve had several dreams since then that support a very useful, and very profound conclusion – UFO’s are real. They don’t fly through space faster then light – they travel through the astral dimensions we go to when we dream.
Be well and above all – know thyself……………DrRedPill.
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Post by drredpill on May 26, 2006 4:11:23 GMT 10
I believe you Trin. I really do!!
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Post by TRINITY on May 27, 2006 0:43:03 GMT 10
Thanx Red....yes they are real, I've seen them with my own eyes, and had many dreams about them too. I've known for some time that they travel through dimensions....really, logically, it's the only way...... Tell us more of your lucid dreaming..........I fly in mine...I fly alot, but it's more like gliding without wings. Trin
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Post by drredpill on May 28, 2006 17:53:32 GMT 10
Yeah I always fly or hover, or whatever. There are a lot of writings That I want to do regarding Lucid dreams, but my P.C. is down right now, I will do my best to tell you all about my Lucid Dreams. I generaly just write on the things that can, and cann't be done while having one. Writeing is hard for me, and I use my sisters pc at the moment, so I'm never really comfortable (I'm always ready to move out of her way in the case that she wakes up)
I can answer any questions posed honestly, but if you read what I have written you can pick out what I am or was trying to show or teach. One trick is to try not to move while you are wakeing. This is very hard to do but can be done. Just lay as dead and think about what just happened to you (Your Dream), and write everythinhg you can down afterward.
Pay attention to all the details. because when you write the details down you are cleaning yourself of them. Your intuition will grow immensly once you have a clean soul and have worked thtrough ALL the dream issues you HAD. Issues will fallow you Lest you clean your mind of them.
Little tid bits of information commonly come to me through dreaming or right as I wake up after having a Lucid Dream.
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Post by drredpill on May 30, 2006 23:19:41 GMT 10
I will Trinity write up more on my Lucid dreams when I receive my new laptop with acrobat 6.0 software (so that I can publish an ebook on amzon!!! ).
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Post by drredpill on Jun 21, 2006 18:42:15 GMT 10
I woke up (in my dream) fully aware. I bounced up on my bed to test myself to see if I was dreaming. I immediately realized that I was in fact dreaming, as I started out sitting in a lotus position in bed and floated upward supported by nothing at all. I let down my legs one at a time and stood on the floor. I was in an improvised bedroom of a teenager. It was made from the porch of a cape cod style house. There was a black tie style thingytail party going on in this house that I could see through the crack of an open door leading into another room. A bunch of DE’s (Dream Elements) I thought. I opened my arms wide and radiated the word guidance. A conservatively dressed lady stepped into the room. She had dirty blonde hair down to the shoulders but covering her face In such a way that I couldn’t make it out clearly. I focused in on her to try to make out her face, and I realized all of the sudden that she was not what she appeared to be at all. She was a demon. I knew I was going to get in a fight so I looked for a place where I would have plenty of room. I looked not with my eyes, but with my full awareness, I could see through the wall behind me over the roof of the house next door. To a clear area. My flight plan was set.
I took off flying through the room and through the wall. I made it just that far, I almost made it to the opening I had seen and set as my area when I felt her come after me and she grabbed my ankle. I woke up.
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Post by drredpill on Jun 21, 2006 18:51:44 GMT 10
thingytail? The type of party was the type adults drink at!!! it is called a thingy tail party because they used to use feathers from a roster to decorate their drinks. That is why they are called thingy tails!!! Don't irritate me by letting your software call me dirty now.
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Post by TRINITY on Jun 27, 2006 22:02:31 GMT 10
Ooooops Dr Red....did my software say something wrong, I'm sorry, I shall punish it! Now...as for the E book....got any idea of titles yet? Beloved Trin
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Post by TRINITY on Jun 27, 2006 22:02:52 GMT 10
Co cktails....that's it! you see....teh forum has specific words that it edits out lol, if you type C O C K very innocently it will be changed to thingy*automatically rofl
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Post by drredpill on Jun 27, 2006 23:12:27 GMT 10
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Post by drredpill on Jun 27, 2006 23:13:50 GMT 10
LOL I got it. It worked stupid forums.
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Post by drredpill on Jun 27, 2006 23:28:34 GMT 10
Yeah, I guess Dream Warrior or something like that. The psychick stuff is amazing once it gets rolling. I want to teach people how to use some of the gifts that Lucid Dreaming offers. In the mean time I've just been trying to fill up your website with stuff like this: There are things happening to me of which I have yet to speak. Perhaps, once I figure things out and find a graceful woman, of like mind, to whom I can speak freely, I will reveal the secrets within my heart. These are very unusual times we humans are living in indeed. I wanted to relate for now, an almost, but not quite, normal type of dream I had recently. It is relevant to explain my situation before I speak of this very short dream. When I was 18 years old (I am 35 now), I met a very beautiful lady of the age of 15. She was so beautiful, that it pains me greatly to speak of her. We came together and lived as a couple for 6.5 years. She went off to collage, and left me. I cried much, and in fact, I cry still, to this very day. I have been made to bare the pain of the lies my former lover lives with so comfortably. My dream began with me on top of my lost love. I was fondling her right breast in (what seemed to be at the time) a garden shed. It didn’t take long for me to come to realize something was wrong – very wrong, with this scene. I’ve never cared much for women’s breasts and wouldn’t be fondling her breast with so much vigor and pleasure. I backed off a bit and looked at her, her flesh was white – she was dead. I jumped back in horror. I found that, that wasn’t me fondling my lover’s breast – it was the man that was burying her – he was a necrophille and he was taking advantage of her corps before setting her casket to rest. I looked down at my own hands, and they where clear as crystal. They where the hands I have come to know as mine in spirit. In the corner of this tragic scene, there she stood. In spirit, she was laughing loudly at the man who was raping her corps. It seemed as though she didn’t (or couldn’t) see me in the glory of my true spirit form. She was too busy laughing at the vile man, acting out his vile fantasies. This whole thing was hurting me badly. I called out for help. I found myself, in an instant, in the presence of Jesus. I clinched his white robe in my fists tightly and screamed at him: “It doesn’t matter. I forgive her for what she has done. It doesn’t matter. Please. Please. It doesn’t matter. She is forgiven. Please.” This is the point where I woke up from the dream knowing what to do. I called my love on the telephone, having kept her number for years. I got her answering machine and found that her name had been changed. I cried, and then I got a call. It was she, the woman I had fallen in love with so many years ago. I told her that I had a troubling dream about her, but was still reeling from the pain of the message on her answering machine. The conversation was short. I accepted her offer to call back in a week. “Hello.” The man on the phone answered. “Hi. I’m calling for [name withheld].” “Yeah well she’s busy.” “That’s okay, I just wanted to get her email address anyway.” “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. This is her husband, guy.” The man said dazzeling me with his intelligence, and frightening me with his divine enlightenment. “I understand that sir.” I said as I held back my temper, and my tears. “I think you just need to move on fella’.” The man said with an air of extreme wisdom (or total stupidity). “Yes.” I said thoughtfully “Yes. I’ll do that.” So whoa onto you my silly friend, and to you my lost love. Whoa onto those who think they can trick me or hold me down, for I carry with me -- the testimony of Christ, and I ain’t happy. _________________ Know Thyself.....................and kisses for Trin...
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Post by drredpill on Jun 27, 2006 23:37:59 GMT 10
where's my smily face LOL. Your message bosrd is mad at me I think for my kok a teel ttrick LOL
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