Hands up if you're a little confused...

Originally posted by SolarE-Souljah
I'm really enjoying your posts. Keep it up!

Don't let the haters bring you down! Sometimes people on ATS can be a little rude. After making a couple threads, you learn that you will get both positive and negative feedback, regardless of the topic at hand.

Thanks Solar - I can't really complain, it's only doubters - no haters as yet (touch wood..!)

Will post about the other dream mentioned in the previous post in a moment; realised I completely forgot to get onto it last night...

As long as it's still interesting people, I'll keep updating the thread..

Cheers, Noah.

Well, my friend, I am afraid that some of us would like you to drop whatever you are doing in the rest of your life -- drop all of it -- and just focus your attention here. Can't you find someone to look after those kids of yours?




Just kidding......
We'll wait. Just don't give up on us. Its all good.

hey, keep up the good work.

So have you had any physical or mental encounters with extra-terrestrials?

Like grays, nordics, reptilians ?


Maybe some human secret service agents?

I'm going to stop apologising for the delays in posting the updates now, or it'll start to sound a bit lame... I'm trying to keep up with myself - aiming for one update per day... Hopefully that'll keep the wolves at bay (Wayno..)

Anyway - I said I'd comment on the second dream this time, so here goes:

Unlike the 'dream'/experience I described in my previous post, this next one was actually really positive (ultimately, despite some initial confusion)... It recurred several times, exactly the same each time, over the course of around five years. The first occasion was shortly after the torturous experience described in my last post - again aged six. I haven't had the dream for at least eighteen years, but it's still as clear as day.

It starts out with me standing in the living room of my father's house. I'm looking at my father, who's just entered the room - except it's not really my father - at least not in appearance. The strange thing to try and explain is that I knew it WAS my father, despite the incorrect appearance. At the same time, I got the impression that this symbolism was leading me to actually view him as an 'adoptive' parent of sorts. The main thing holding my attention though was the huge albino python draped around his neck and shoulders.. My 'father' was holding its upper body, near to its head (its 'neck'). He had a glazed look, seemingly oblivious to the snake as it weaved about and flicked it's forked tongue. It was apparent that he was under the hypnotic influence of the creature, being drone-like and unresponsive when I tried to ask what was going on. I became understandably scared; the eyes of the python were bright red, piercing - the totality of the image and symbolism was fairly frightening.

I determined that despite the palpably negative atmosphere, I wasn't in any immediate danger, and decided to 'make my escape'. In waking life we lived in a fairly well-to-do area in Cheshire - a few roads away from our house ran a small stream, bisecting the village. In the dream, things were similar, but a high wood panel fence surrounded our garden - immediately behind it was the stream. I ran down to the end of the garden, and at that point my perspective shifted. My consciousness was hovering above the stream, looking back at the fence, garden and house beyond - immediately I saw myself break through the fence and land in the stream. From there, my consciousness re-merged with my form - I ran, splashing, for a considerable distance, not wanting to think about the fearsome situation left behind.

At some point there was a 'total shift' in my awareness, and I was no longer negotiating the stream - instead, I found myself standing on an asteroid, travelling at great speed through space - with multitudes of other people, some being 9ft 'giants'. The most overwhelming sensation, once there, was that I was 'home' - with true friends; that I was no longer in any sort of danger, that there was no longer any risk of unhappiness. Perfect, 'heavenly' peace - combined with a great sense of anticipation and excitement, shared by all the others, who were gathered as though viewing the area of space that we were heading towards.

The most abstract thing (apart from all of it...) was that Prince Charles was there, and he was somehow in charge of the whole scenario...

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Conclusions..?

Firstly, let me say this: When I awoke from this dream, I had a sense of longing; an unspeakable sadness that I wasn't on that 'planet'. I understood that in some way this dream was suggesting that I was from 'elsewhere' in the universe, a suggestion that my young mind could readily accept - but I was convinced that somehow my subconscious had 'got it wrong'. After all, my six year old self reasoned, how could an alien planet be moving like an asteroid? Surely they can only orbit stars in the same way that Earth does..?

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So, bearing in mind that I was six years old when I had this dream the first time round, what else can I conclude about it? I think it's fair to suggest that there are a few layers of symbolism at work. My overriding intuitive belief is that there is definitely a complex message, coming (predominantly) from an external intelligence - ie, I believe this dream came from beyond the sole realm of my individual subconscious mind.

It is a hard thing to explain, but the way in which the task of interpreting a dream like this affects me is quite profound. If the symbolism is to be believed, some fairly devastating things were going on - right from the beginning. As I grew older, with more and more little pieces of the puzzle falling into place, I came to believe firmly that my 'father' wasn't really who I'd thought he was.

The dream kept coming back, and - in combination with a host of other factors - led me to hold fast to the notion that he had been 'selected' as a suitable candidate to foster me, in an environment where I could be easily monitored. The circumstantial potential is there, without a doubt. And trust me, there are still some VERY strange things to be recounted in support of that dark possibility.

They say that if a person gets the profound sense that someone is watching them - and if it is genuinely so - they won't tell anyone about it, for fear of being considered to be 'mad'. I lived with that sense of being watched, and that fear of the consequence of sharing my concerns, from an early stage of life. Throughout my adolescence I questioned my sanity - doubting my senses and my powers of reasoning, I tried to shove the issue far away, through the medium of drugs, alcohol and mischief. Future posts will relate more about the evidence I started to stumble upon - evidence suggesting that perhaps I wasn't imagining it after all.

Looking back to the interpretation of the dream for a moment, I consider that - certainly on one level - the albino python can be taken to represent the 'element of control' being made manifest. I believe it's a clear representation of a (in all likelihood sinister) exterior power - which had been acting as the primary 'shaping influence' on the reality I experienced day-to-day.

Okay people, there's more I'd like to say about this, but unfortunately it's really bloomin' late here in the UK.. My beautiful wife just complained because I'm tapping away on the laptop instead of getting some much-needed sleep. So, goodnight to you all - I look forward to continuing the thread tomorrow evening.

Cheers,


Noah.

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I'm sorry, but it does sound a lot like textbook schizophrenia and how it develops through out the years, the resulting drug use, paranoia etc getting stronger. Finding messages in many things from dreams to texts.

Very interesting either way.

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Okay - it's not schizophrenia, and that was medically examined as a potential explanation - three psychiatrists separately examined me over the course of two years and all agreed there was no evidence for an organic basis to the experiences I was relating.

Schizophrenia is a purely mental condition - this has a backdrop of real evidence and shared experience - if it was all purely subjective I'd agree with you, but it certainly wasn't.

Having said that, you've prompted me to consider another question, for another thread. 'What is the nature of schizophrenia, and is there any evidence that it is sometimes appropriated by those perpetrating mental abuse, as a convenient means of ensuring plausible deniability for their crimes..?'

[edit on 10-4-2010 by NoahTheSumerian] - expansion of previous thoughts to refer to a possible future thread

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Having said that, you've prompted me to consider another question, for another thread. ...

respectfully, hold that thought, or file it away for now, until you're done with this one. You've raised a number of things here and left them dangling -- almost like Canadian dramas from the 70's

.. your friendly wolf

Originally posted by NoahTheSumerian
reply to post by wayno

 

How it can be, I don't know.. I was told it was a 'greenstick fracture' - they aren't as severe as full breaks obviously, and young children do have more flexible bones, but I still think I might've had some sort of indication I'd hurt myself.

PS - what sort of 'nursery' staff member sends a 2 yr old to sit on a wall next to the road..? The road was about ten metres away from the front door of the place (I'm accounting for toddler-sized steps in my estimation). Strikes me as very irresponsible, seeing as in an emergency they'd not have been able to reach me in time - plus the receptionist definitely didn't have me in her line of sight.

Will continue this a bit later on tonight. Thanks for all the feedback so far; I will try to reply to each question, so if I haven't responded yet please bear with me.


Noah

I wonder if that is what I know as a "buckle fracture", it sounds similiar? did they say it was like stopping a fall in the hip joint? I know of this one because of a doctor said my child had one, but she didn't. They're mostly seen when jumping from a high up place, but using the legs to support, not falling on the hands(they are commonly seen when stopping a fall with your hands, but in the wrist joint).

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Hi again Idy

I'd not heard of a buckle-type fracture before today; however from what I've been told I believe it was my left leg, between the knee and ankle somewhere.. I suppose that if my hip took the weight there could have been a break there, but I really can't say for certain.

Aside from that, and regardless of where the fracture was, I'm still genuinely confused about why there was:

a) No sensation of having damaged myself when I fell...
b) No pain at all, and...
c) An ability to continue playing in exactly the same way despite apparently carrying an injury....

Strange stuff. I know a couple of doctors, so I'll ask around and see if I can get any info to explain any of those points... Watch this space..!

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I respect your determined effort to keep my brain from meandering...!

In truth, I had expected the 'schizophrenia' question to pop up at some point... It's a delicate issue to navigate, and definitely merits its own thread. Plus, as I say, three different psychiatric professionals (operating out of three different local health authorities) all determined that whatever was going on, it wasn't schizophrenia-related...

In fact, one of them even suggested that I 'learn how to pray', and he worked for the NHS...! For those who don't know about this organisation, it's the British 'National Health Service' - all medical practitioners employed under it are supposed to follow orthodox diagnostic/treatment routines or risk losing their licence to practice in the UK. It seems that he was willing to consider alternative causal factors - which I guess would take a bit of courage, in an environment where the organic reductionist model is enforced.

Yo Noah,

I had some crazy experiences too when I was smokeing. Last time I smoked I saw in my head what I look like as consciousness in electric bolt, it freaked me the funk out and I was panicing galore but it made sense to me. I do not anymore.

Also I believe this is some sort of relative telepathy that is linked with all of life or something. We all seem to be there, all life, but the ones who see it can "participate" w/ it. It is a good thing and a bad thing cause in this teletalk people get jealous really quick even though they are fine here.

I should have stopped smokeing a long time ago when I discovered the thing I thought I invented/discovered, the "Bounce". It is idk like my soul or something, I sort of died once so that is prolly why I can move it around.

After that while smokeing I saw something else and then after that another thing but I shouldn't say it, I found it out through fear and socity runs on love not fear. So the information I saw has no place in our socity, it is not my fault I fear love. Which is how I got it in the 1st place I assume.

In short I didn't think the 1st time was now, but it is! It is really confusing when you think you figured out the Theory of Everything for a couple of months then forgetting about it for a couple of years then remembering it again. Then trying to get helpo at the only place I could think of and finding out that I am cursed as a automatic asshole for life because I feared all my life instead of loved all my life. Anyway I thought I was the next Einstein but I see now that he just licked my brain in 5D electric ether, idk.

In short I still remember and the "bounce" is still with me and my imagination is super. Also I believe in ghosts linking with relative points of view and the place where thoughts come from. Also the notime zone which is crazier then anything I talked about in this post. Either way it is to complicated to but into words so I stopped trying, even though it seems it will never stop.

WEED IS EVIL, but I smoked cause I never felt good... I was fated for this "sort of doomed" look of insanity through my experiences I relative experienced.

I was going to try to wait for 1st person point of view thought machines but I am sure I will die before such technology is invented.

Also the stuff has to do with alchemy and that can prove to be dangerous, believe it is. Which is prolly why I exsist in this time and not 200 years down the line.

Speaking of lines stay on your, it is a horizontal line not the vertical I took. The line in time I mean. 4d = time, 5d is anything so I call it imagination.

Oh yea and I also thought we were all stuck in a sort of reset at first cause nothing made sense, but now I know it was a defense against losing your mind/minds...

Hi again ATS - and sorry for the 48 hour gap between posts; I've been cracking on with my screenplay today...

To the guy who made the last post - wonderinghows - some interesting thoughts there, but I'd recommend you spend some time clarifying your beliefs and understanding. I ended up a bit confused after reading your post, and in addition the variety of stuff you've posted doesn't tie in too well with this particular thread. Without meaning to sound egocentric, this thread is about a particular pattern of subjective experiences..!


Anyway, have a scan over this as an intro to the holographic universe concept:
- www.redicecreations.com...

And perhaps try this for a wide range of articles and texts related to spiritualism:
- www.sacred-texts.com...

And I would stay off the alternative smoking if I were you. Best of luck..!


On-topic once again, I'll post a fresh update to the main thread in a few moments - thanks for your patience...

Noah

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Just a quick note to say thank you for your support - and that yes, there were several experiences with people whom I believe were 'undercover' agents of some sort. I will relate all of it as time goes by - it might take a while though as I'm still digging through bags of newly surfaced memories to see what's relevant... With regard to alien encounters, I've seen several UFOs over the years, and I've come across 'bodysnatching' demonic entities too.

One experience was incredibly weird/ frightening, possibly an abduction scenario, but I can't say for definite - I was about 20 at the time - by that age it seriously took a lot to scare me, so keep an eye out for that one. Again, I want to keep things in sequence, so forgive me that I won't be presenting that particular experience just yet.

Cheers,

Noah.

I am not understanding the words subjective experiences, to what do you mean? Does that mean more then one person??? If so then I am in the wrong cause I seem to be the only one...

Interesting!

I see that some people have said that some of what you're saying isn't all that much of a big deal, but that's exactly why I find it so believable. It's the little details that the average person might find insignificant, that make the story what it is.

I believe you completely. I have had times where I feel like something is off ( I don't mean as in something alien or supernatural), and I'll explain all these things to someone and they'll brush it off. But deep inside you know. You know the truth.

I'm definitely interested to see more.

Okay - I've been suffering with a virus since last night, which is why I'm late once more in making the post. Moving swiftly on....

A couple of things I forgot to mention are related to deliberate untruths told to me as I grew up:

Aged around four years old, I was standing in my bedroom with my mother. She was changing bed sheets. This was just before she and my father divorced. As I leaned on the windowsill, looking out of the window towards the fields at the back of our house, something caught my eye - a large tarantula was crouched very close to my hand on the corner of the windowsill; I'd not seen it because the curtain was hanging in front of it. That's not an over-statement; the thing was huge. I can recall seeing ordinary house spiders at the same age and thinking they were fairly big, and of course the 'money spiders' that were supposedly omens of good luck (and much smaller)... So basically I'm saying I had an idea of scale - this thing was definitely a proper tarantula. It was covered with long, coarse hair, its front legs were raised up, and it was shuffling its back legs round so it could face my hand - just as you would expect to see when they feel threatened, or when showing aggression.

I screamed (obviously) and ran to the other side of the room, crying about the 'big spider'. I was ushered out of the room while she went to investigate. In a few moments she called me in and showed me the empty windowsill. The window was now open. I asked 'Did you throw it out?' She replied - 'There wasn't any spider there...'

I can remember my utter confusion, wondering why she lied about it. It was the first time I remember being flat-out lied to about something. I understand the idea that perhaps she was trying to shield my young mind from the fear of having seen such a large creature, but it begs the question 'how did it get there in the first place..?'

Another incident, seemingly trivial, concerns the details of my family lineage and ancestry. My maternal grandmother told me that her grandfather had invented the photo-sensors used on lamp-posts to turn on the streetlights automatically when it was getting dark. I fully believed her - but years later, discovered it wasn't even remotely true. She otherwise seemed a perfectly honest and rational woman; I remember that as she told me about it, my aunt was also there, and there was a clear sense that they had discussed the details of what I was being told, prior to my arrival with my mother.
It was a deliberate, well-constructed and specific story, complete with details of a rivalry between two inventors - and a twist, wherein the man who got the credit by patenting the device was a fraud, stealing the designs from my great-great grandfather's office. The tale was told in a clear and organised way, and as I say, I got the sense that the telling of it had been planned in advance - but for what purpose? It wasn't told to my brother - just to me. My gut feeling now, is that it was told with the intention of being accrued by my subconscious, along with other indicators, to one day cause me to question the validity of my relationship to the family. When taken into account with other details, this 'small' event had a strong influence on my perception of the overall situation.

There are more incidents to be detailed, which cumulatively start to add up to a suspicious 'big picture'. I'll try to summarise the key indicators shortly, but will mention a few more of these little turning points first. The 'bombastic' stuff doesn't really kick in until mid-teens.

NB - Apologies if my written style is a bit off tonight, but I still feel extremely under the weather.

Continuing soon...

Noah

I'm more than a little confused. I don't know why, it's confusing.

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I can explain why the sky turns red if you like....

- No I'm not psychic; by chance I read your post on the tail-end of the 'Could this be Nibiru' thread a minute ago. It reminded me of a dream I had quite recently...

Basically I was involved in a sort of 'underground resistance', a secretly coordinated group of people working against the disinformation, lies and persecutions being perpetrated by a supernatural entity who was manipulating the world's media (like the antichrist). Knowing my 'duty', I quickly destroyed a communications medium of the supernatural enemy as another Big Brother-style broadcast was beginning (represented by a ham radio set).

I left the room, and found myself stood in a courtyard next to the main structure of the Coliseum in Rome. I looked up into the blue sky, and in a moment saw a comet-like object, with the appearance of a red star, trailing smaller red stars behind it. The main object was about two thirds the size of a typical Northern hemisphere full moon, and sort of burned its way into the atmosphere, quickly passing out again. Instantly it made me think of the 'Dragon' described in the Book of Revelation, 'trailing a third of the stars in its wake'...

There was an overwhelming sense that this was the 'sign' I had been waiting for. I leaned against the coliseum and proceeded to shake it from its foundations, then bring it to the ground..

It was, of course, a surreal dream, but ties in well with multitudes of other dreams I've had over the years (apocalyptic, vision-like and specifically sequenced with each other)
At some point I'll perhaps get organised and make a dream journal - to track the details of the ones I'm referring to; I'm confident they'll build into a coherent 'big picture'. Until then, I'll perhaps just drop them in as they occur to me.

Synchronicity is a remarkable thing, after all.

Noah.