In 1993, while living Augusta, Ga., I had been invited into The Mystery School by way of a lucid dream. I had very, very little understanding of mystical things at the time and had never heard of The Mystery School.
In the dream, I am taken to a very large stone room, that feels as if it is located inside of a mountain. The ceiling is at least 30 feet high and there is very little furniture in the room. I see a woman sitting by herself at a very long table. She is writing symbols on a yellow legal pad. I'm told that she has decided to leave the Mystery School and so an opening has been created.
I tell them "Thank you, but my boyfriend is getting out of jail soon, and I want to be there when he gets out. Can I take you up on that offer later?"
I never received a response. I was simply taken back to my bed and my sleeping body.
My boyfriend got out of jail and my life with him quickly went down hill. Within less than a year of receiving the offer into the Mystery School, I was praying day and night for another chance to be accepted. It took several more months before I had completely broken off my relationship and moved back to Milwaukee.
Looking back on it, I can see that I was in a sort of preparation stage from 1994 through 1996. My curiousity for the occult grew, and I devoured book after book of metaphysical concepts. My dreams grew more vivid, and were tinged with a sense of higher knowledge. I learned Numerology, Tarot, Astrology, and how to meditate. I read the Bible to keep a foothold in this reality while I explored the new territory.
Soon after I began to learn meditation, strange things began to happen. People I hadn't met told me that I had met them, friends and co-workers told me that they saw me out, when I was really at home sleeping.
At first, I chalked it up to 'mistaken identity', that they had probably seen someone that looked like me. Then the sightings became too strange to ignore.
First it was the mexican cooks in the kitchen where I worked. They were upset with me because they said that I ignored them when they saw me at a bar on the south side of Milwaukee. I told them that I wasn't there, and they described what I was wearing and who I was talking to.
Next, one of the other waitresses gave me a ride home after work and didn't need directions to my house because she had seen me coming home late one evening around bar closing time. She said that she and her boyfriend had called out to me, but that I didn't answer. She laughingly said, "What, did you think I was psychic?" I didn't tell her that I had been in bed sleeping on the night in question.
I considered that I was having out of body experiences, but I was confused that others could see me in the flesh. So, I considered the possibility that I was sleep walking.
I started hanging my clothes in a particular manner, and putting my shoes in particular places, so that if I did get up and get dressed in the middle of the night, there would be some indication of it. There were never ANY signs that I was sleep walking.
Then a very close friend of mine, saw me leaving the corner tavern at bar closing. When he mentioned it the next morning, I knew without a doubt that something very unusual was happening to me. I was taking astrology classes at the time and asked the instructor if there was some kind of gem stone that I could wear for protection. She asked me what was going on, and when I told her she started laughing.
She asked if I had been falling asleep while trying to meditate. I confirmed that I had, many times. She said that I was leaving holes in my aura and that my ethereal body was out playing at night. She gave me a tourmalated quartz crystal to help ground me, within weeks I was feeling much better and people stopped reporting that they were seeing me out and about.
My guess on that, is that at the time I was so engrossed in learning all the new things that were coming my way, and spending so much time alone, that the part of me that missed going out to the bars and socializing decided to take advantage of the opening in my auric field and go out to party. Every sighting was connected to the Night Life.
Time to go to work, it may be a while before I get to publish more on here, but keep checking in ... I promise that it gets even more interesting.
Blessings and Much Love,
Carol
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