Salutations from Australia ATS, long time lurker first time poster here. A couple of months ago something quite strange happened to me that really
made me take a step back and think. I'll get to that shortly, but firstly a little bit about myself. I'll try to be as honest and transparent as
possible.
- I'm your typical lazy stoner-musician type 20 year old, quite disillusioned with the current state of affairs in the world hence a lack of
motivation towards material and monetary gain. I'm pursuing a career within the field of electronic music and sound design, and with inspiration from
(unverified) accounts of acoustic levitation would eventually like to research possible applications of this technology.
- I've always had a strong interest in ancient cultures, the paranormal, UFOs and esoteric topics, even as a young child. I lived my younger years
away from the city, and the hustle and bustle that comes with it. During these early years, I'd quite often talk about stuff no small child would
understand or even know about. I remember being in the shops with my mum one day and all of a sudden everything just became extremely vivid and
absolutely full of color, everything in the shop was very distinct and you could clearly make everything out yet at the same time everything was
swirling in a vortex of colour, a bit like those psychedelic visualizers in iTunes. I remember very clearly telling my mum that I was using my Third
Eye. She, hearing this coming from a 4 year old, was quite shocked! As far as I know there's no way I would have known or understood the Pineal Gland
(Third Eye) and its applications. I spent most of my time running around outside, playing with our dogs, etc and didn't spend a lot of time watching
T.V, and when I did I was children's television, and I don't think this subject matter would have cropped up during my morning dose of Sesame Street
lol.
- I've often been called an old soul, and been told that I project an aura of extreme calmness and centeredness, and people often open up to me as I
can empathize very well with people (just as a side note, I'm not trying to say I'm special or unique. I believe, for want of better words, these
traits and/or abilities are inherent to everyone, it's just through our unique experience of reality, social conditioning and personal choices that
see us forget that we even have them in the first place). There were a couple of other instances when I was very young that I don't remember, one of
them resulted in my kindergarten teacher said I was psychic. I'll have to ask mum what happened seeing as I don't remember, and I'll update this
thread once I find out. What might be interesting to note is that once we moved back to the city, these occurrences stopped. If anyone is familiar
with The Ra Material you'll understand the concept of veiling. My theory is, when you're a child, the veil hasn't fully dropped yet, and you're
able to penetrate the veil somewhat, and the combination of growing up and moving to the city would have quickly pulled the veil down, as more and
more material distractions started filling my life meaning I was less inclined and had less time to work on these "inner experiences" I guess you
could call them.
- While I profess pretty much zero interest in politics, my mother was very left and my dad was very right, which if you read into it, it also
constitutes a pretty big difference in their personalities, which eventually led to a divorce. Luckily for my sister and I, they can still get along
and both took responsibility in raising us after the split. Still, this period of my life caused me a lot of pain, and still to this day I find it
hard to engage with people and find relationships with women somewhat lacking. I feel as though history will repeat in my case and I'll either end up
hurting someone or being hurt myself. I am working on that aspect of myself though
- I was privately educated, funded by my dad, while living with mum in the closest thing in Australia has to a ghetto. Needless to say, high school
was weird! Luckily I was good at Sport, so popularity wasn't an issue, but when it came to inviting mates over to hang out, etc, that didn't really
happen until Senior Year when I found a group of chilled out, like minded individuals such as myself. Now at this point, there's a lot more I could
say about myself, as I don't usually open up this much, and even though it feels quite therapeutic I don't want to bore you guys! So, let's get to
the story.
Here's some context for what happened. It was Old Boys Day for my old school (old boys is slang for students who have graduated), and me and my dad
went to the Old Boys Dinner that night. My dad is a proud Old Boy and is also chairman of The Old Boys Association. It was a pretty big deal for him
so I thought I'd be a good son and go along. Me and my dad have a strange relationship, as I'm sure many sons do with their fathers. We get along
and can shoot the #, but we never talk about anything in any depth such as our relationship, emotions etc. Vintage men!
So the night went on, and I took great advantage of the free bar tab on offer. I didn't want to overdo it as I had work the next morning and a
friends going away function after the dinner so I said my goodbyes and left. Now the weirdness begins. As soon as I got onto the street, I realized I
wasn't too familiar with this part of town and didn't know how to get to the train station. So I approached the first group of people I saw, and
asked them for directions. This group of people were about my age and consisted of a guy from London, a guy from Sudan and a girl from New Zealand.
The girl insisted that they escort me to the station so I'm safe. I'm quite tall and well built and generally don't have a problem with aggressors
so i told them I dont want to put them out of their way, just some directions would be fine but this girl wouldn't have a bar of it so I agreed to
the escort.
So off we walk, quite the multicultural crew we were. My mum is from New Zealand so I immediately found common ground with the girl and we started
chatting. When meeting someone new, I tend to probe a lot and not give too much away about myself. You'll see how this is important shortly. We
eventually got to the station, and I was chatting to one of the guys when the girl sort of just comes up to me and grabs my hand. Where she was
relaxed and chatty before, she was now looking very focused and serious. She started rubbing my palm, and stated (read: it wasn't a question) that I
was experiencing lower back pain. I work in a warehouse to earn my keep, so it's quite mechanical work with a lot of lifting. For a couple of weeks
leading up to this night I'd actually been having lower back spasms almost every day, and a lot of stiffness. I was pretty taken aback, but I thought
you could probably tell if someone is having back pain just by looking at their posture. So at this point, I was a little skeptical, yet intrigued.
Continued...