posted on Jun, 7 2010 @ 07:21 PM
prepared 4 truth / prying open 3rd eye, as well as all other posters...
Many thanks for your constructive comments and support. I've left the thread as it was for a while, as I got to the stage where it was simply
leading me to interrupt my ordinary modes of thought and whatnot with retrospective 'what-if...?' questions.
All the same, I definitely have renewed confidence to look into whether there are any (non-charlatan) medical professionals out there who might be
willing to assist me in further understanding my situation. I'm thinking of reputable physicians and hypnotists with a background in helping the
victims of satanic abuse, ufo abductees and so forth. I will post an update on having carried out further enquiries.
Thought I'd drop one additional key experience into the mix - this one gave me a solid affirmation that I was being watched/ manipulated by actual
people - not to mention unseen forces.
Staying in a hostel for homeless youth in Oxford, UK, aged around 20. I had been experiencing a lot of negative pressure to involve myself in
questionable activity by some of the other residents, and had tried (mostly failing) to resist the urge to join in. So - drinking, smoking, late
night speeding around in cars, being present during the incitement of a diagnosed psychopath - not me - to violence etc... That was the
background experience at the time.
One night I was falling asleep, and had a sudden 'seizure', for want of a better description. It was one of the most terrifying experiences of my
life, and I can only relate it in a way that will be understood if I explain as follows:
Ir was as if massive electrical charge was being blitzed through my brain and body. There was strong and real pain associated throughout the
minute-long (approx) experience... I felt as though my head was being shaken around, and hit repeatedly at the same time - all the while in the grip
of a convulsive electric-shock sensation. The most disturbing element was the imagery and 'information overload'. I saw insanely rapid image
sequences, heard a cacophony of what must have been a form of compressed sound; as though a million voices and speeches had been condensed into that
hideous minute. I felt like I was a hard drive - being written at some entity's command with a massive set of files at an unfathomable speed; with
no compunction for how I felt during the experience.
If anyone has seen the film Outlander; the scene at the beginning where he needs to direct a data uplink via his optical nerve - it was akin to that,
but ten times worse and without any sort of warning. The worst part was, I remembered nothing afterwards of anything that had been conveyed in the
apparent transfer of data.
The following day, I was understandably still a bit overwhelmed by the previous night's experience - I was having a drink with my room-mate from the
hostel. It was March 17th, 2000 - I remember the people celebrating St Patrick's day as I write this. We were talking about general stuff - I asked
him if he heard anything from me during the night before (I didn't explain the experience). He said he'd heard me talking in a strange language for
several minutes - that it sounded like Arabic.
Puzzled as I was, the conversation moved on. We were talking about our ideal jobs. I said: "I'm going to bet you that you can't guess what I
wanted to be when I was growing up." Without a second's hesitation, he looked me square in the eye - the now familiar cryptic smile was in place as
he said: "An Oceanographer". No BS - that is precisely what I'd spent years telling my family I wanted to do. At least, up until age 15 when I
changed my mind - five years before this conversation took place. Now, if he'd guessed something typical, I wouldn't be suspicious. But seriously
- how the hell could he have pulled that one out of thin air...?!?!?!
That will do for the time being. Take good care people...
[edit on 7-6-2010 by NoahTheSumerian]