Originally posted by Minikin84
This is the reason. If you see something, and are constantly told "No, you don't see that, it doesn't exist," you condition your mind not to see
that thing anymore. They haven't been told that they don't exist yet. It is also the reason that children are percieved as being 'sensative' to
I believe that's exactly what may have happened. A good example of this are auras...many childeren percieve them when the are younger and will even
include them in their artwork. It isn't until they are older and conditioned that they don't exist that they no longer percieve them. Those that are
encouraged will remain seeing them their entire life however.
This reminds me of the story of the native american elder when christopher columbus' ships were first reaching the shore. The elder spoke of how when
watching the horizon of the ocean his mind was saying something was off, but his eyes told him nothing was different. The elder went with his
intuition and remained on the shore. It wasn't until a drawn out period of intensive concentration that the ships "magically" appeared before his very
eyes. It is believed that the reason for this was because the massive ships with bearded white men in brightly colored clothing were so radically
different from anything the elder had ever seen, that his mind had blocked all perception of them. It took the physical act of convincing himself
otherwise for him to finally see reality.
Now I'm going to share something with you readers here that I have not discussed anywhere else, but this post is the first that has inclined me to do
so. Feel free to ridicule me, or scour my previous threads to see I am an honest individual. I share this with you all because it seems important for
this topic, especially for those who may be right on the cusp of belief/disbelief. Understand I do not wish to persuade anyone in either dircection, I
just wish to share my experience.
To start, I am not a very religious individual but highly spiritual. I view religions as tools or pathways to a greater understanding, but do not
honor one over another. I grew up in a broken home with a fairly rough childhood. I will save you the details, but its important to understand that
because of this, much of my childhood I was a bit of a recluse. It was very difficult for me to associate with childeren my own age. I belive it was
because of this that at one point I developed a very deep relationship with what my parents called an "imaginary friend". He wasn't like the guardian
angels/butterfly people, in fact quite the opposite, almost a drop dead fred kinda attitude.
I can recall many occasions where he would pull all the toilette paper off the rolls, or draw on the dog in permanent marker and I would be left to
take the blame. One occurence that really stands out in my mind was one day he told me that the dog treats were real bacon, so that morning the dog
and I took turns mowing down on them. Needless to say I got sick, and when I told my parents what happened it was immediately chalked up to my
imagination and I was punished accordingly.
Even though my friend occasionally got me into trouble, I can say that he was always there for me. When ever I needed support, or someone to talk to
he was there.
I cannot remember for certain at what point our contact ceased, but between my parents beating it into my head that it was my imagination, starting
new schools, or just plain getting older...eventually I forgot all about him.
Fast forward to just a few years back...again I hit some hard spots, my emotions were out of control, and for the first time I was right on the verge
of taking my own life, or doing something equally as stupid. It was at this point that something very sinister entered my life. My house would change.
I would come home to objects and furnature being moved. I would wake to distorted and angonized faces in a completely powerless black tv screen.
Sounds and voices ever increasing in occurence. At one point I walked in on a figure standing in my bedroom. At the time I assumed it was my wife
(similar height and build and it was dimly lit). I proceeded to make conversation until my wife came walking in the front door a few seconds later.
This sent me into a complete breakdown...I hid in my shower bawling my eyes out, it was too much with everything else going on, and I couldn't handle
it any more. It was in that shower that through the steam and tears I saw a black figure behind me in the reflextion of the faucette. When I say
black, I mean the word black cannot even describe it. I thought for sure something terrible was about to happen, but right at the peak, all my
memories of my forgotten friend came flooding back.
When I got up the courage to turn around, sure enough it was him. When I asked why he torchered me so much, he told me it was neccesary for me to see
Since that day and even now he has always been here with me...
edit on 15-1-2012 by mutatismutandis because: (no reason given)