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Originally posted by NOTurTypical
reply to post by Shakesbeer
I can't ever remember "dying" in my dreams.
Originally posted by Shakesbeer
reply to post by MikeboydUS
Do remember what happened at all during those hours?
That is interesting though to say the least. Many people don't relinquish that fact that there are things we would call "Angels" out there some place which have even been acknowledged by the remote viewers in the government programs; even when they themselves didn't believe in such things. In the very least it seems like the religious association of the day is something that you resonate with and was utilized in some form to assist with your growth...even though it was confusing at the time, it obviously is an experience that has sat vividly with you all this time.
The "dream" I had on this Yom Kippur began with a series of false awakeings where I thought intruders had broken into my home. Each time it happened there was no intruder. In one I thought I saw a relative sitting on a couch in my living room. I returned to bed in the dream. In another there were friends in the hallway. Again I returned to bed. Each time I had a false awakening I determined that the preceeding awakening was just a dream and this new awakening was real. At some point there was a transition, where I was no longer in my home. Here I can only recall glimpses of interactions with what I might call angels, especially one prosecuting angel who had zero sympathy or compassion. I can recall glimpses of trying to reason with him but he had no mercy, remorse and he had much contempt for humanity. He didn't really seem real talkitive either.
I can recall glimpses of others trying to be more helpful and giving me advice. I can also recall reading things and speaking about other things, but I can't remember what I read or talked about. I cant even remember the setting, but it seemed like a wide open interior of a building, like a great hall. It seemed as if I was there for a long time.
Though I cant recall the words exchanged I was released at the end after meeting Im wanting to say some level of satisfaction with the "angels" I spoke to.