Originally posted by Annacryst
it all started after a very intence hallucinogenic experience where i witnessed wheels within wheels covered in eyes < a bunch of eyes in a sunflower
seed pattern wich i took as a metaphor for infinite growing awareness>
pythagryas also said a rock is frozen music.
I often see a honeycomb sort of pattern....
Originally Posted by Yeahright
ust for further disclosure, I'm quite sure there are people that have certain "abilities" and experiences denied to the rest of us (meaning me). I
see guys dunk a basketball all the time. I never could. People write beautiful music and poetry. I can't. Just because I haven't experienced
something, or am unable to do something doesn't mean I don't believe it can happen. I'm just not wired that way, apparently. Yes I've had
synchronistic experiences, or at least experiences that could be labeled that way. But in my case, I think it's attributable to coincidence, since
it's not only rare but virtually always involves something insignificant. Like thinking about someone I haven't seen for a year when the phone rings
and there they are. Doesn't explain the thousands of times I've thought about someone and the phone doesn't ring.
It's not denied to you at all, everyone has a gift, everyones different and everyones gift is unique.
I sat there for years watching posts like mine saying people did something, or something happened to them or they could do something and yet I was
frustrated because nothing like that ever happened to me..I started thinking I just ddin't have it. Then one day someone commented about something I
had done or seen and i realised just that, everyones different, no two people are alike, no two peoples gifts are alike.
Its also about education, how would you know you had this gift unless you were educated how to use it.
Years and years ago (1993 April - May) I was all frustrated as said and I went and laid down during the day for a nap after i had been working on my
tarot number equations for a few hours.
The next thing I was inside a girl in some way as she was being murdered. She was running from a madman and he grabbed her from behind, as she turned
to face him, it was like it was me turning to face him. I could not feel any physical pain as she was beaten to death and drowned but I could feel
this horrendous mental scream a feeling that has stayed with me ever since, it was one of the most powerful and scary emotions I had ever felt.
I told my husband at the time of the incident as I was still shaking when he got home from work that night. Two weeks later I went to visit my natural
mother (adopted) who lived in another state over 1000 kilometres away and one morning while there I read the sunday paper.
I got to a page and my face turned white, the story was there. I looked up at my husband and he nodded and said he thought so, he had read the paper
before i woke up and wondered if it was. It was the story of the murder I had dreamt/felt/experienced. We showed Della. (my mother) and she looked and
realised that she knew the investigating officer from years before. So she rang him and told him of my dream/experience. I watched as her face went
pale before she hung up. I was right she said, they had first thought it was indeed the suspects in the newspaper in the blue and red cars. But as I
had said to her those cars left and the girl kept walking, then some kind of hermit with mental problems had grabbed her and dragged her to the river.
The officer told Della they were starting to turn away from the original suspects and investigate a gang nicknamed the water rats, a group of hobo's
some with mental issues, most with alcohol related problems who camped by the river. Della described the man I saw, I can still see him to this day
and he said that this guy that she described was their main suspect.
So I sat back and examined it all. When it had happened it was too much, it really did shock me, the emotion was so powerful. So I said to myself then
that I never ever wanted that to happen again.
Now am older and I wish I hadn't done that. Now I want to do that again and help solve crimes but I can't, it's never happened again. A boy Daniel
Morecombe went missing here and I have wished thousands of times to see what i had seen in the Martin murder again so i could help Daniels family
solve his disapearance. No luck, it just doesn't happen.
So then I have got to wonder why it happened the first time. If it was there then why didn't it always happen, why couldn't I turn it off and on
like a tap, why that one experience only. Was it because that day I had been concentrating so hard on the numbers and I opened a channel in my brain
that is there but sleeping, there but we are untrained as to it's use.
So yeah, yeahright, I too wonder why it doesn't happen those thousands of other times.
Oh but then again as an aside...I was writing a big reply for the atsnn council election thread and went to bed straight afterwards last week and SO
came to me in a dream and just said the following to me and then disappeared again.. .........the benchmark for submissions should be 250 words.....
now that was a dream, based on the thoughts and reply I had put forward last thing before sleeping, it was weird to dream about that but it was just a
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