Originally posted by nowayreally
Yes, it was I that contacted iamhumandoing about March 11th
RE: a simple question
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sent: 20-1-2011 at 06:36 PM
Hi- I dont u to u often- but while reading the 11-11-11 thread your post made me feel as though you may somehow help.
I had a dream awhile back - it was like nothing Ive ever experienced. It was a nap during the day and it was (in the dream) the devil - and there was
a paved road and a sidewalk. My family was calling me to the sidewalk but the devil was urging me his way. I cant remember precisely but the last
thing the devil said- the only thing I heard before I woke up was "Biggeth March 11th" (all creepy sounding). When I awoke my room was spinning around
me and I watched- awkae- in amazement as it slowly shook back into place.
I have no idea why i felt compelled to ask you what you think of this but its racked my brain for years. Biggeth isnt even a word.
Thank you for your time in reading this!
Firstly thankyou for your reply.
I really don't know what I should say to this...
I will hopefully get back to you soon
RE: a simple question
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sent: 1/2/11 at 15:14
Hi again nowayreally.
Sorry for my original terse reply. I was just a little freaked out as your dream is very similar to one I had myself a year or so back and has stayed
with me. I've told a couple of people about my dream and basically I thought you were one of my mates logging on here to try and mess with me.
I've noticed your use of the word 'sidewalk' - well, I'm British - and my friends wouldn't think to disguise their colloquialisms as American to throw
Anyway, here goes.
The difference between our dreams is I'm inside the house and the Devil is trying to get in. In my dream he was dark but vibrant red in colour, about
8/9 foot tall, wiry but at the same time very muscularly built with a large creased face (if that makes any sense). It didn't look like anything I've
ever seen on TV. Much worse.
I think the place you're describing is outside my brother's house (I'm staying there at the moment after an unsettling experience at my own place).
Christmas Eve just gone I was psychically attacked in some way, it felt as if I was about to be possessed. I had been determined to stay awake as I'd
worked out what Christmas Eve really is and I was consciously renouncing it. Anyhow sleep eventually took hold and as I was drifting off it happened.
I had to fight to bring myself round and reject it. Scary stuff. Same happened again a few weeks back, again trying to enter through my mouth and
nose, again I felt it in time and repelled it.
Now this is where it gets really strange :/
I've never had a close relationship with my father, although I do respect his intelligence and have spoke to him over the phone a few times recently.
One of these times I was querying his views on religion (he's an atheist, I'm not). In mid conversation he raised his voice - said 'YOU ARE ALEISTER
CROWLEY' and hung up. Puzzled I rang back and asked what he was on about. He just said the phone cut off itself. I'm not so sure. There have been
strange stories from my elder brothers about things he used to do when they were young, luckily my mum divorced him before I was old enough to
One thing I do remember is a game we used to play, throwing one of my cuddly toys up and down the stairs. It was a lion (Leo I named him -
incidentally the same star sign as my mother). Doesn't sound like much I know but I used to have a recurring nightmare as a child that I was being
thrown up and down the stairs by two beige coloured monsters, unable to scream. It is only recently through my work on my amygdala that I have seen
the connection, brought the regressed memory forward and vanquished it. Satisfying to say the least.
So, about a week ago I was at home with a good friend, I had been showing him some research I'd been doing into the nature of reality, I told him some
of my beliefs regarding philosophy, theosophy etc. and some strange things I had found upon researching my family tree. I traced it back to the Dyfed
princeling of Wales, and there were some striking similarities in the historical coats of arms and current circumstances/events in my life. Not to
mention the local legends of the area (touched upon in my last thread - though I must admit that thread was written at a time when I was feeling very
unwell and mentally unsure of myself - I'd also lost nearly two stones in weight in as many weeks). Something very strange happened then. We began
talking in the third person. He became someone else and reintroduced himself - we even shook hands. He laid my life out in front of me symbolically in
a selection of DVDs (I know this sounds mental) making references to things he couldn't possibly know, things we've never talked about - he even
suggested how I could get rid of him (he mentioned a pack of skewers I'd just bought - again - he couldn't know about them, they were right at the
back of one of my drawers and he's never had reason to go near, less even to look inside the chest of drawers). Needless to say I was relieved when he
left later that night.
But there's more...
Earlier that week I had been knocking down the rotten old shed out the back of the house at the request of my landlord, with the help of another mate
of mine (Al, one of my housemates). There were rusted old tools in there apart from one item, a James Chesterman 9" ruler (pre-Rabone) which was
pristine. I've researched it and its at least 120 years old, the numbers are hand engraved, along with some initials: SBL. Upon finding the ruler, I
noticed something moving on the floor of the shed, two peacock butterflies had hatched. I picked them up and moved them outside into the sunlight
where they could compose themselves. Al took some pictures on his phone, on one of them there is a huge orange orb, about 18" in diameter, floating
above my shoulder.
Apologies for the huge message but I thought you should know some of my background seeing as you have shown a connection to me through your dream and
your decision to contact me.
There is definitely something going on here - I'm just trying to work out what I have to do about it.
And again, please accept my apologies for not replying in full at first, I honestly haven't felt up to it until now.
Anyway, I was (past-tense) worried but now I've found my inner strength I'm smiling
Hope everything is okay with you...And thanks for reading, you're the only person I've given the full account to.
All the best,
ps. I was gifted a diary the other day, and guess what day the bookmark was on.....
Yup, March 11th.
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