From my Thread here: www.abovetopsecret.com...
I had an experience last week, I wanted to post it here but I couldnt find the right forum until now.
Early last week, I started feeling uneasy around the house, especially in my living room, I have a desk in the corner where my PC sits and I felt as
if I was being watched, I couldnt stand having my back to the room.
Mid week, uneasy gave way to full blown panic. Early in my working life I have worked in the Security and Private Investigation Industry, I've had to
deal with all sorts of conflicts and threats. I've never felt as scared as I did that night. I slept with a knife next to the bed I was so worked up,
and I could not get this "Impending Danger" feeling to go away. I tried to focus, calm myself, put up a wall of white light, but I just couldnt
focus through what I felt.
I slept(if you could call it that) for about 30 minutes at a time, and went to work the next day half dead. My wife, who is normally very spiritually
receptive but has not been since she has been pregnant(Dont know how that corresponds but it is the case) was home. Suddenly our dogs started going
bezerk at the door, barking into the house, she let them in, and they (from what she describes) penned in a corner of the room, growling and barking.
My wife couldnt find anything in the area they were guarding like a rat or a snake.
She then decided to call my mother who is a medium. About 30 minutes later I get an msn from her.
Well he's gone now, he wasnt aware that someone had shot him full of holes. Not a nice person at all anyway, he is scared of bikers, he thinks you
are one(I am quite a big guy and have a full beard), apparently he stole from some people he shouldnt have and was on the run, he was very afraid, but
either way he is gone now. He was hiding behind your couch in your living room.
PS: This is normal matter of fact way my mother puts things, its just her way!
I sat there reading this from work, and gave it some thought. I figure the fear I was feeling was actually his, the impending danger was what he was
feeling. I then opened google and decided to dig a bit considering biker battles often make the news.
After 20 minutes in google, I found my man.
He was an ex biker turned drug dealer, and was gunned down(5 rounds) outside of his own house only a few weeks earlier by elements of a biker gang.
This alone proved nothing, except his house was only 100 meters away from a friends house I had visited on the weekend for his 25th birthday party. I
think I had collected a tag along!
As coincidence would have it, there was a photo of the slain criminal in the article(Obviously taken much earlier). I sent nothing but the picture to
my mother with no explanation, only to receive "Thats him, he was a bit thinner, but definately him! He really was a little skank!"
Sure enough when I got home, the feeling didnt return, thankfully. I like my sleep!