Jeff? Jeff? I better start at the beginning. This morning beings whom I suspect of being Hathors (Ive been told that three Hathors have attached themselves to me, and, in fact, I have had a few successful collaborations with them, one of which resulted in me getting a new roof!) began rewiring the right side of my head/brain. I suspect they did this (is the job complete? I dont know, yet) in order to allow telepathic communication between myself and them, and/or between myself and Stella. Then again, the rewiring may be for a different purpose. Only time will tell. At approximately 1:30 this morning I became aware of some unusual brain activity, activity which almost always leads to an altered state of consciousness of one sort or another. Sometimes it leads to an OBE (out of body experience), and sometimes it leads to other experiences which I find hard to describe and so I will not attempt that here. In place of my usual tossing and turning I lay on my back, eyes closed, quite still... motionless and comfortable. I was asked to give them(?) to work on my brain. Permission granted! (Im always up for any sort of paranormal activity!) Lights appeared in my inner vision on the right side of my head. Other than these lights, I experienced no other sensations. This continued for what may have been just a minute or two. Following the above, eyes still closed, I saw a white halo of light on the ceiling. As I watched it I heard a high pitched sound (picture three or four very thin wires emitting a high frequency squeal) coming from my throat. At first I thought it was actually my throat making this noise because I have had a nagging cough the past week. But, as the sound continued and I paid attention to my breathing, I realized my physical throat was not producing any sound whatsoever. Next, I felt the left side of my body, arm, torso and leg, rise off the bed and into the air. I think this was my astral body, but, at the time, it sure felt like my physical body and so it may well have been so. I just dont know. Finally, I fell into a dream. I was at a house (my house, but one I do not recognize from my waking life). I was with Carol, my ex-wife. We were being blessed with a few visitors, one of whom was John Laubenthal, son of Penne Laubenthal. (Penne lives on the Elk River in Athens, Alabama. Carol and I were her down river neighbors... Carol still is.) John was showing me some kind of trick, something about gliding down a flight of stairs. It looked cool. Scene change - Im checking out some potted plants in the front of the house. Its a beautiful day. Carol and one of the other visitors (was it Penne?) are standing at the doorstep when suddenly, a hummingbird lands on my head. And stays there! I yell for Carol to take a picture. As she does a bluebird appears and begins to flutter around our front door. Carol takes the picture. I beg her to take another one because a hummingbird sitting perched on my head is a very rare thing! She, somewhat relunctantly, takes a second picture. End of dream. (Hummingbirds and I have had a close physical relationship the past few years. A few summers ago one such beautiful creature communicated with me, actually prodding me to rescue an injured dove which lay helplessly on my neighbors driveway.) OK. Its Monday. Time to rock and roll!
Posted on: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 11:56:05 +0000
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