I want to discuss a few things just to see if this jogs anyones memory or if they can relate.
When I was young, up until sometime in my early teens I used to have strange reoccurring experiences or "dreams" when I laid down for bed. One of them
in particular would start with a noise that sounded like a light "whooshing" or the sound of walking on thick carpet barefoot and be assisted by a
feeling or physical sensation that is very hard to explain, and I really can't even try. Along with that sensation I would feel like my perspective
was really really small, and other objects and people were really really big. But in a incomprehensible way. Sometimes the sensation and perspective
would be followed by a sort of vision of looking out ahead of me and seeing an old person on a bike riding perpendicular to my position. The person on
the bike and the bike itself would be moving very slowly and robotically while staring at me, and their head would turn in order to keep looking at me
while everything else around was happening equally really really fast. . It really creeped me out.
Eventually I stopped sleeping on my back and spent the next 25 or so years sleeping on my side. I never remembered making a conscious decision to do
that, but I do remember that I didn't like those experiences I would have because I didn't understand them and I didn't want them to happen anymore.
Until about a year ago when I was laying down in bed one night next to my son with the dog in between us leaning against my leg. For some reason that
evening I was laying on my back, breathing deeply through my diaphragm and completely relaxed listening to a podcast. I was using plant that in edible
form that is legal in some states. I was very comfortable. In any case I was just chilling when I started hearing a noise that I was familiar with,
and a feeling of nostalgia that I had felt all of this before, followed by a feeling that the bottom half of my body was floating toward the ceiling
while my head felt like it was stuck to the pillow. The next thing I know, without any kind of change or indication that something had happened I was
in a non dark room that I didn't recognize that was very nice looking, laying in the same position on a bed with the dog and boy next to me and I had
my eyes open. I was fully aware of what was going on and didn't have any ideas that anything was out of the ordinary. All of a sudden my body started
violently floating back and forth between the bed and ceiling of this room in quick succession around 4 or 5 times. I freaked out and started yelling
"OK Grandmas I get it! You are scaring me please stop!".
I sat up right like I was shot out of a cannon. My heart was beating 1000 miles an hour, and in the brief instant between leaving that place and
returning to my place I had an understanding that the dog was very concerned about what just happened, as she was touching me and it freaked her out.
Adrenaline had flooded my system completely, I was shaking and frantic. I had never experienced anything like this that I could ever remember. I both
felt like a dream and realer than real.
I believe I may have mentioned this at one point in this thread, but I am certain I have mentioned it before on ATS. Immediately after the event while
it was still fresh in my mind I wrote the entire experience down as much as I could vocalize. Almost every night since then I have been practicing
this, often with spectacular results. Nothing like that first night in intensity, and nothing like what the gentlemen in my last youtube link claims
to be able to achieve. The experiences I have had and insight into different things I have gained in them though has far surpassed anything I may have
gotten out of that first experience.
The reason I believe I blamed my grandmothers in that experience has some roots in logic, but I can't be certain they were responsible for that event
or even participating. In any case though before my paternal Grandmother died a few years ago her and I became very close. We both acknowledge that
she was not long for this world, and neither of us were afraid to discuss that fact. She was quite a religious woman and always had been, I was a
literal and metaphorical heathen that had been agnostic borderline athiest my whole life, although I always wanted to believe and have a reason to
believe. One afternoon at her kitchen table I told her that I struggled with any kind of faith in God and asked her of a favor. I asked her to show me
a Green Feather if she went to heaven after she died so that I could know she was where we had agreed we assumed she would be and maybe I could get
some solace out of it.
My beautiful, kind, and loving grandmother passed away a couple years later, and unfortunately I was not able to arrive in town before she passed.
However my aunt pulled me to the side and told me that grandma asked her to give me a message that she still remembered her promise and that she would
do her best. Some of my family have pretty sick sense of humor and all knew about this promise because I was never shy about it and neither was she.
My cousin sneaked out to my car at one point that evening and put some green feathers from a prop boa in my cup holder. I nearly had a heart attach
upon finding them and rushed into the house to drag my poor 94 year old grandpa into his bedroom to tell him the good news. He was confused and had no
idea what I was talking about, when my cousin told me what she did.
I didn't think a whole lot about it after that, and just went back to my normal life. As time went on I started to notice feathers of every color
except green everywhere I went. Blue, Red, White, Black, Grey, Purple. I would walk the dog, and they would line the side walks and yards on my route.
I would go to a bank and there would be one sitting on a counter, etc. Logic and common sense would dictate that I was just seeing something I never
did before because I am now paying attention. My gut tells me something else though. It tells me that Grandma has been doing her best to tell me
something. My gut tells me she is explaining that she is there, she just isn't where or what we had agreed upon to warrant a green feather.
All of this relates back to my post earlier. From birth most if not all of us are taught to sleep on our backs and probably carry on doing it through
out our childhood. Many of us probably had weird experiences during that time, bad dreams we didn't understand, scary visions or "hallucinations",
etc. When we are children we have no context for those events, they scare us and we probably want them to stop. We are dealing with all the normal
hardships of learning to be a human in the world, fitting in at school, making friends. We don't want to have freaky night time experiences, we want
to fit in and be normal like we assume everyone else is.
edit on 7/27/2017 by sputniksteve because: Had to add and cut something for new post