At days end, sometimes I have found my experiences include parts of my day to day life. I don’t always like this because in a way, it’s a creepy way of something or someone letting me know they are watching me. Usually, my dreams are in detail but when I experience these compelling connections to my daily life, they are fast packed with a lot of activity and symbolism. I can’t always figure these experiences out but I can usually remember them in detail. Here is a prime example of a conversation; I was having with a good friend that became a strange part of two dream experiences that happened one after the other.
The day of the 29th, I was having lunch with a good friend which ended up being over 2 hours. I picked her up at her house and went to our favorite restaurant, Hannah and Nate’s. As I was driving her back to her house, we were discussing a topic that I felt wasn’t mentioned enough about abductees. I asked her, “Do you think, any of us have special abilities as an end result of contact with Aliens, Mi-lab or MIBS?” She felt there was a possibility abductees could, and we began another lengthy conversation in her drive way.
I had mentioned that I went to see a woman in Taos a few months prior, who is considered a very good and highly sought after medium and Tarot reader. I usually don’t seek out tarot readers because I read tarot myself but her spot on readings got my attention besides word of mouth that she was highly intuitive. The day I saw her, one part of my reading actually surprised me. She explained, that there was a possibility that one or two sides were waiting to see if I could do something. Whatever it was, she stated that either I was born able to do something or I that was taught how to do something at a very young age.
I recounted to her that at age of 6, I was able to levitate and one unfortunate day, I did so at my elementary school, when I was in the 1st grade. I scared a bunch of kids off and after that I became an oddball with no friends. I asked a little girl if she could do it too and she said no and that I wouldn’t have any friends if I kept doing it. Well, I didn’t have any friends anyways but I decided never do it again because I didn’t like not having any friends. There were more experiences but I have forgotten them or should I say, blocked them.
She added, “They” are waiting to see if you can remember doing something that you have forgotten that is significant. Time will tell if you can remember.”
My friend asked me what I thought it was and I told her I didn’t know. With that being said, we hugged good-bye and I left for home. Strangely enough, as I was leaving my friends drive way I knew somehow that our conversation was being listened to. I couldn’t shake it off all day and that night as I fell asleep, I had a feeling something might happen.
I was in a living room in a strange house and the people there, wanted me to dance for them. I didn’t want to because for some reason, I felt a little uncomfortable, like something wasn’t quite right. A strange looking woman who was about 3 feet tall was trying to get me to talk to her. She blurted out emphatically that she wanted me to tell her everything about my conversation I had with my friend during that day. I thought it odd that she knew about my conversation because I knew we were alone, with no one around us.
She then started to try and get me to tell her what I thought my special power was. I thought it odd she said (power) instead of ability but then again I knew I was in a strange place and she was even stranger still. I wouldn’t talk to her about it which made her extremely agitated at me. She then insisted I tell her what my power was. I was trying to walk away from her but she quickly got in front of me, to stop me.
She lunged at me and I felt something inside me move around from my solar plexus through my chest. It felt strange at first but then I realized that whatever was inside me moving was familiar, warm and incredibly luminous. She grabbed me as I was running towards the front door and we fell forward. She was trying to get whatever was inside me … out of me. She became angry and at this point she knocked me back to the ground as I tried to get up. I was shocked at how strong she was and I became worried that I might not be able to fend her off me.
Somehow, I was able to push the energy she wanted, out of me through the top of my head and as she was trying to grab at it, I was directing it away from her like a ping pong ball. She grabbed a blanket and wrapped herself up in it. She then tried to wrap me up in it with her, and this is when I realized that she was a Grey Alien because she didn’t even bother at this point to keep her human form.
She knocked me down and tried to see where the energy came from inside me. I could feel her searching inside me even though we were rolling around on the floor. I didn’t like the feeling of her being able to look inside me, so I wrestled with her more forcefully, trying to get her off me. I made sure the energy that came out of me, was always out of her reach. She finally left me and went running for it but she could never move fast enough to snatch it. I felt strange and at the same time calm as this energy seemed to come out of me. I remember I was in a strange state of mind so much so, that I felt I was going to move out of my body and merge with the energy I was directing away from the Grey Alien.
At this point, I had, had enough of the Grey Alien, and somehow, I made a big tree in the middle of the living room, appear out of thin air. I saw a big branch and with my mind, I threw her up on the branch away from me. The last thing I remember saying to her before I woke up was, “I changed a long time ago.”
Once I opened my eyes, I felt exhausted, almost like I had gotten no sleep during the night. I realized that my premonition that someone had been listening in to our conversation the day before, was spot on. It was all I could do to get through the day. I took a nap, hoping that I would be left alone, so I could get some sleep. As night came, I thought I was home free because usually these experiences don’t happen, twice. Well, this time I was wrong.
From Rainbow Radaelli — truthseekerhighway.com