I see my mom walking down the stairs and I said hi Mom I wet my bed, I'm changing my clothes can I come sleep next to you? She said fine, go to the room I'll be there soon. I go to the bedroom within 30 seconds and she's lying fast asleep. I say Mom, Mom I'm here, and she goes what are you talking about. I said Mom we just talked in the hallway and you said come here and jump in the bed because I wet myself. She told me she doesn't know what I'm talking about and thinks I'm crazy. Weird shit in that house.
i have told the story so many times before on this website as well as Voat, but let me know if you haven't heard it, I will tell it again.
I haven't heard it so if you want to copy paste I'm all eyes.
Fuck it, I will rewrite it again.
I was with my old girlfriend, a person who I love very much.
We were going out to her parent's "Mountain House" for the weekend.
It wasn't really a mountain house, It was more of an inclined hill house.
But we were there, alone, together.
Her parents were hardcore Catholics, so we could not sleep together in the master bedroom. Not because of their rules, just because there were too many Saints and Crucifixes looking looking down upon us to have sex.
We slept in the kids bedroom instead,
Two twin beds, on opposite sides of the room. We slept on the same bed, closest to the wall.
There was a DVD of the movie Elf.
I had never seen it before. I highly recommend it as a goofy Christmas movie.
My girlfriend at the time had told me that she had occasional nightmares about a man watching her.
We went to sleep, on the same bed, after the movie.
After going to sleep, she woke me up, and told me;
"Theo, there is a man sitting on the bed across from us, watching us while we sleep"
I looked at the bed across from us.
I didn't see shit.
So I told her to shut up, and hugged her a little tighter.
And she slept.
And I woke up.
And there was a man at the foot of the bed.
And this man was not made of Flesh.
He was made of Visible Shadows,
And he was looking at us, with a hatred and malevolence I never felt before.
And he reached for my foot, and started to pull it,
But it wasn't like he was trying to pull me out of the bed,
It was like he was trying to pull me out of reality itself,
And I have never felt so terrified,
And I could do nothing,
So I said the Lord's Prayer,
And it disappeared.
There's a lot to be said for being pulled out of a dream state while you're sleeping too quickly. Because sometimes you end up bringing those dreams into reality. I don't know if you've ever done any psychedelics or anything but some of those visions from psychedelic trips will show up after coming out of a dream state too fast. In the past few years I've been noticing more and more. Because I'm kind of basing a lot of my thoughts about other dimensions on using existing beliefs and tools and meditative... oh blah blah blah. the point is is I'm too cheap and I don't feel like hanging around a bunch of fucking hippie cocksuckers to want to ingest drugs around them and listen to their bullshit and crying and weeping and buzzword crap, so I do it on my own without drugs and it's a pain in the ass and it takes forever but you can get to these weird states of consciousness with just a little paying attention and exploring certain situations and scenarios. I've woken up from a beautiful dream state once and saw something that I felt were atoms of the universe in my eyes and when I dragged my hands through my vision it look like I was dragging my hands through water. The air and what I was looking at waved and bobbed like I was touching a reflection in the water and that was the area above my head in my camper. I also get a kick out of geometric patterns watching. These patterns just appear sometimes just when I'm thinking about stuff, they're colorless but they move around and expand and contract kind of like a fractal in a way. I have no idea if that's what people pay thousands of dollars to go look for with a potion and some weird dude with an amulet around their neck who are named Malek. but it seems to work for me and I found an entertaining and relaxing.
I didn't mean to hijack your experience,sorry. That's crazy fucked up. Definitely you brought a demon with you. And you know that God doesn't care that you have sex in God's presence because you're having sex in God's presence anyway. Love, sex, pleasure, are all things that are created for us to appreciate living. And by doing that we appreciate what the Creator has given us. Crosses are just hocus pocus and mind control. But I do believe the power of holding such relics and props combined with other people doing such things creates an energy through the intention. Like when you were saying the Our Father you weren't the only one doing so. There were probably 100,000 other humans doing it at the same time and that alone has a cohesive powerful energy.
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