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Late night visit 11/5/08
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Howdy all,
This is just a quick update, to apologize about my long absences and also give you all a very condensed update about my most recent weird stuff.
I have had a very well hidden encounter a couple of months ago. by well hidden I mean that I can remember waking up to the sound of footsteps outside my bedroom, and then the usual paralysis descended. I heard something open my bedroom door and I heard something walk across my room and stand near my head. That is were the memory ends. I have no idea what happened next, but I am certain that I was visited by at least one Grey.
More recently I have been engaged in an intense series of meditations, that were inspired by Whitley Strieber's recent Crop Circle meditations. Since starting the meditations I have had a lot of psychic stuff happening. I have heard a few people's sub-vocal thoughts. These come as brief but really clear words. The words are usually slightly distorted as if the person hasn't bothered to form full words, but the sound of the voice and the inflection and emotion of the voice is as clear as a bell. I usually turn around to see who could have snuck up on me so that they could say these things, but then I will usually discover that the owner of the voice is many yards away. These voices are usually a reaction to something that I am doing, so I will often hear them thinking my name, or on one a occasion I heard a college think to himself, "oh f*** it", this was because I had just accidentally placed an empty pallet were he intended to put one that he was carrying on his truck. Oddly I found the experience really funny, but not in a malicious way; just in a 'ha I knew you are a grouchy bugger' kind of way.
I have caused a lot of lights at my work to inexplicably blink on and off, usually this is accompanied with a heightened sense of space around me and a little bit of dizziness. The sub vocal thoughts usually come out of the blue, often when I am preoccupied with something else.
There is a lot more stuff, but I will end this blog by telling you that I had a visitor last night around 11pm. I was sat downstairs watching TV and I heard a few loud knocks upstairs. I then heard some footsteps so I got out of my chair to investigate. I then heard a bedroom door slam, I opened the downstairs door and stood there and waited to see whether there would be any other movement. As I stared it seemed as if the darkness at the top of the stairs was periodically getting thicker and then brighter. It became really dark for an extended period of about 10 seconds and then it looked normal again. I then got an inexplicable feeling that it was now okay to go upstairs. I went upstairs and checked every room. nothing was out of place, but I knew in my gut that I had had a Grey in my house who had come and gone without any form of close contact. I have bugger all clue what is going on, but I feel that this is some kind of new form of contact.
I am sorry for not reporting this stuff very often and for not drawing as much as I used to. There are reasons for all this, but they are pretty complicated. It is all to do with not trying to quantify this stuff to much. I am trying to experience this stuff without any influences, be them from other people or even what I have written or drawn in the past. This phenomenon is really dynamic and is liable to change from moment to moment, I think that I have a grasp of it one minute and then I find that I have to rewrite all of my opinions the next. I think that the visitors put us under this kind of pressure for a reason and I can feel it changing me and the way that I see the world. It is all to do with living your life in question, actively seeking, but never finding.
I am going to end it there before I get any more abstract.
Bye for now,
Love M'Doolittle
This is just a quick update, to apologize about my long absences and also give you all a very condensed update about my most recent weird stuff.
I have had a very well hidden encounter a couple of months ago. by well hidden I mean that I can remember waking up to the sound of footsteps outside my bedroom, and then the usual paralysis descended. I heard something open my bedroom door and I heard something walk across my room and stand near my head. That is were the memory ends. I have no idea what happened next, but I am certain that I was visited by at least one Grey.
More recently I have been engaged in an intense series of meditations, that were inspired by Whitley Strieber's recent Crop Circle meditations. Since starting the meditations I have had a lot of psychic stuff happening. I have heard a few people's sub-vocal thoughts. These come as brief but really clear words. The words are usually slightly distorted as if the person hasn't bothered to form full words, but the sound of the voice and the inflection and emotion of the voice is as clear as a bell. I usually turn around to see who could have snuck up on me so that they could say these things, but then I will usually discover that the owner of the voice is many yards away. These voices are usually a reaction to something that I am doing, so I will often hear them thinking my name, or on one a occasion I heard a college think to himself, "oh f*** it", this was because I had just accidentally placed an empty pallet were he intended to put one that he was carrying on his truck. Oddly I found the experience really funny, but not in a malicious way; just in a 'ha I knew you are a grouchy bugger' kind of way.
I have caused a lot of lights at my work to inexplicably blink on and off, usually this is accompanied with a heightened sense of space around me and a little bit of dizziness. The sub vocal thoughts usually come out of the blue, often when I am preoccupied with something else.
There is a lot more stuff, but I will end this blog by telling you that I had a visitor last night around 11pm. I was sat downstairs watching TV and I heard a few loud knocks upstairs. I then heard some footsteps so I got out of my chair to investigate. I then heard a bedroom door slam, I opened the downstairs door and stood there and waited to see whether there would be any other movement. As I stared it seemed as if the darkness at the top of the stairs was periodically getting thicker and then brighter. It became really dark for an extended period of about 10 seconds and then it looked normal again. I then got an inexplicable feeling that it was now okay to go upstairs. I went upstairs and checked every room. nothing was out of place, but I knew in my gut that I had had a Grey in my house who had come and gone without any form of close contact. I have bugger all clue what is going on, but I feel that this is some kind of new form of contact.
I am sorry for not reporting this stuff very often and for not drawing as much as I used to. There are reasons for all this, but they are pretty complicated. It is all to do with not trying to quantify this stuff to much. I am trying to experience this stuff without any influences, be them from other people or even what I have written or drawn in the past. This phenomenon is really dynamic and is liable to change from moment to moment, I think that I have a grasp of it one minute and then I find that I have to rewrite all of my opinions the next. I think that the visitors put us under this kind of pressure for a reason and I can feel it changing me and the way that I see the world. It is all to do with living your life in question, actively seeking, but never finding.
I am going to end it there before I get any more abstract.
Bye for now,
Love M'Doolittle
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