I enjoy it when I remember my dreams. We all dream though not all of us remember our dreams. Some of us prefer not to remember our dreams because they are violent or unsettling in some way. When I was a child my dreams were scary and unsettling, but as an adult most of the dreams I remember are good dreams.
I have three main categories of dreams. My first type is normal dreams where everything is somewhat mundane, or normal. I am doing something, talking with someone I know, or on some sort of quest, usually of undetermined origin and outcome. These dreams are straightforward, and in most instances not too much different than normal waking life.
A second type of dream I have takes on a different aspect. Usually these are teaching or learning dreams. I meet with an individual or group of individuals. These meetings are generally one time occurrences, though I have had them as long as almost six months, and every night. I have a suspicion that these dreams are not dreams at all, but some part of me in a different dimension or reality.
A third and most interesting type of dream I have is a very rare dream, and involves close family members, usually dead. What I find unique about these dreams is the family member I meet with is somewhere that almost mimics our world perfectly. ‘Almost’, being a keyword.
It is almost as if wherever they are, or wherever it is I go to meet them, the same rules of physics apply, but not quite. The differences are subtle. What I find unique about these dreams is I am both a participant and a thinking observer. The thinking observer part of me notices subtle and not so subtle differences in physics between normal awake time and wherever this type of dream takes place.
Movement is a good starting point. If I am moving a short distance, say across a room, or across a grassy area, I am walking. If I am going farther, I may go sit in a car, but travel is instantaneous. Yet in the dream does not outwardly odd that we traveled anywhere from a few minutes to many hours in the blink of an eye to anyone but in my observational self.
Everything they want to show me is across the street or down the block when the dead person is speaking of it. Uniquely, it happens to be. Buildings must shift and morph, and businesses come and go with the situation. We step outside the front door and whatever was there before is replaced by something else.
Situations are also unique. Examples that tie this all in, are in a dream where I was visiting a family member. When I arrived they were not there, but someone was there who explained to me that the house had been built with a lot of planning and foresight to ensure everything as convenient as possible. The house at first was a pretty normal home, but its floor plan and contents changed as events changed.
 Going outside is no different. The home when I arrived, was in a rural area with no close neighbors, or other buildings. Yet when we left the house to go eat, there was the main street of a small town right outside across the street with a buffet across the street and over one business.
We went to the buffet and they had their steam table set up with most of my favorite foods on it. When I filled my plate and walked to our table, other diners were eating foods that were not on the steam table. Empty tables were bussed and clean, though there was no sign of anyone picking up dishes and wiping tables, as people came and went.
There was a trip to an ‘okay’ donut shop ‘close by’. It was right there the next to the buffet. We walked past it without seeing it? There was a counter and with about eight seats. We all asked for coffee and the people with me asked for their favorite donuts.
The women serving asked me what I wanted. I said nothing except coffee because I am a celiac and can not eat donuts. The woman said they keep some special pastries ‘on hand’ for their celiac customers (who were nowhere in sight). She reached into the corner of the pie case and took out a familiar pastry that looked like it was filled with jelly.
I said I did not think I could eat it because it would make me ill. The woman said smiling, “Why don’t you go ahead and try it, you may be surprised?” I was skeptical, but I took a bite anyway. It tasted like a fresh baked sweet crescent roll, with some vanilla type pudding inside. She smiled and asked what I thought. Of course it was the best pastry I ever had and I told her so. She said it was gluten free, and it was fine for me to eat.
When it was time to leave for home I wanted to take a shower. The shower was right where the closet I put my suitcase in two days before. I reached between the shower curtain and wall, and turned on the hot water. When I started to get in the shower I saw my dirty clothes were in a bag on the closet/shower floor getting wet. I reached to take them out when the person I was visiting saw them and picked them off the shower floor. After a minute or so of water raining down on them, when I touched them they were almost completely dry.
Before leaving I needed to put some items in a plastic bag so I could take them with me. The family member I was visiting said there was a plastic bag on the shelf to my right. Ok, a few seconds ago there was a door to another room on my right. I took the bag, put my stuff in it and brought it to the car.
I said my goodbye’s, got in my car, and started the engine. It was early in the morning and the sun was about to rise. In an instant I was in bed waking up enough to look at the alarm to see it was about one minute until my alarm would go off.
These are always the most interesting of dreams.
I had a conversation with a man, I will call Tony. The conversation started among a group of us, about a recent murder where a self proclaimed witch murdered a man. The murder was rather brutal, and from what the news said, was more about not being in control of ones reality than it was about witchcraft.
Tony said he had been told as a child there used to be a lot of witches around here. I mentioned I knew two people who have witches in their families and live in the area. I said witchcraft is alive and well in our state, and has been for hundreds of years, if not longer.
Tony said he is a Catholic and does not believe in witchcraft, the boogie man, old stories, demons, the devil, or anything like that. He said all he believed in is God. Well it is hard to argue with someone about their beliefs. Beliefs are after all are what one chooses to believe, right or wrong.
Tony is partially correct in his beliefs, though he is also wrong in his beliefs. I did not question him further or comment on his beliefs because each of us believes what we want to be true, and we don’t change our opinions until we want to. This does not change the we could be wrongs.
It is impossible to believe in any God, especially a Christian God, and dismiss all other supernatural possibilities as non-existent. That is a major flaw in ones understanding. Especially when a God uses physical and non physical angels and other beings to do work on the earth, and in the heavens.
The greater flaw in Tony’s belief is dismissing everything, such as the Devil, and demons, deciding they do not exist. It would be different if the Christian bible made no mention of the Devil, or demons, but they are in the bible along with Angels, giants, and various other named and unnamed entities.
Christianity is a religion that wraps itself in the supernatural by default. God does not exist in a form anyone can see or touch. If one believes God exists, then one should be prepared to accept other things we can not see or touch also exist.
One last comment made by Tony is a sign of an unbalanced belief system. Tony mentioned that people who practice witchcraft, even though he does not believe in witchcraft, are evil people. I hear this said often in christian religious circles, people essentially saying, “People not like us are evil”.
 These types of people believe there are two types of people in the world. How can people who do something one does not even believe in be evil? Tony should have said misguided, silly, or maybe ignorant, but evil? Where does evil fit in where there is only room for God?
It is interesting how many people decide to define their world. People hold beliefs that are often have conflicts in their very foundations. People see the face of Jesus on a cookie. The outline of Virgin Mary when the sun shines through a room at a certain time. Yet these same people can’t imagine them actually appearing in physical form. For them it just could not happen, God and the Virgin Mary don’t do that!
Yet people often choose conflicting beliefs. Beliefs such as: I choose to believe in flying saucers and ufo’s, but nothing religious. I choose to believe in God, angels, and demons, but not ghosts, or other spirits. I choose to believe vampires exist though no record of one factually exists. I choose to believe even though there are billions of stars and in an untold number of solar systems, though only Earth has life. I choose to believe when I die, that is the end of me, even though I saw a ghost once.
Many of us shut out beliefs we don’t care for. When man went to the moon for example, many people believed it never happened, it was a stage production. Yet those same people put their belief in a pill to cure them of almost any illness. What if the pill isn’t even made of sugar?
I know a secret about you. A secret you share with many others. Maybe really a secret but something you let yourself forget. What could it be that I know, that you either don’t know or have forgotten? Something that you share with many others? Those people like you sharing a secret? What could other people also know and have forgotten?
I think it is kind of funny to me, some of the time when I look at people around me and they are wrapped up in the moment because they have forgotten. (I am that way occasionally myself. It is fun being that way for a short time, then it gets old.) Maybe people become wrapped up in the moment so they can forget? I am never sure. I doubt they give themselves permission to know the answer either.
What I know about you, that you likely do not know about yourself is probably going to make you want to quit reading as soon as I tell you. You will want to quit reading because to ponder the idea of it being true is something you may not want to think about or do. After all, you must have wanted to forget at some point and time?
I suppose I will go ahead and, “Let the cat out of the bag”. I don’t know the significance of that saying, but I have heard it since I was a child, and it seems appropriate. Or maybe I used to hear it as a child, and I do not hear it any more. At any rate, think of the time you will save when you quit reading this post, or maybe even reading anything else from my blog because I have fallen off the log one time to many.
Here is what I know about you, that you do not know about yourself. You live a life of duality! Whether you know that, think you know that, did not know that, or maybe don’t believe it, you have a spiritual life going on, and you are very active in your spiritual life. Who you are and what you do in your spiritual life away from your earthly you, I can only guess. You will have to learn this yourself.
 You do have something going on though. I am not the only one who knows this. I don’t mean you have some form of religion, and you go to church for a few minutes each week. (That is sometimes used as part of the coverup that people use to forget who they are.) You have a mission or quest you work towards continuously as your spiritual self.
Here in your earthly self you live a spiritual life. You also have at least two spirit beings who are with you every second of your life. There are what we like to call Angels, but they are not really angels in that the way we think of Angels. If you become seriously ill, you have three or more of these beings around you. If you want to know more about them, you can. You can learn for yourself, from yourself, about yourself. You are all you need to find out who and what you are, and what is around you.
You also have other beings that come close to you on occasion. Some, you may think of as allies, they want what you want. Some of these beings want to destroy you, and failing that, help you remain ignorant of who and what you really are. For the most part, the second group is succeeding. If they weren’t succeeding, you would not be reading this in disbelief. Other beings could care less about you and what you want, or don’t want, they have their own agenda and you are not part of it.
You do not have to try to attract a spirit to you, they are already around you. You are just too numb to realize they are there. If you were aware enough to realize their presence, you may find you interact with them in some form or another. You can change your earthly self thinking and know more about your spiritual self other than the occasional unexplained events that happen in your life. Or you can keep that side of yourself a secret and go one as you have.
The choice is always yours. If you choose to start to remember who you are, Pandora’s Box comes into play. Think and decide carefully. Once you lift the lid, you can never pretend you do not know.
I have some posts that may help you if you find yourself not sure where your life is going, or where it should be going. These posts may be what you are looking for?
Feeling Lost Because You Are
Accept or Change your Life
Want More Out of Your Life
Feeling Lost In Your Own Life
Life Plan 101
If you are looking for general help with your life, one or more of these posts will help you get your life where you want it to be. One thing I have never touched on in these posts is feeling spiritually lost in your religious life. I wrote a post called: Dark Night of the Soul, an overview about going through the process of finding ones spiritual self, mainly through ego destruction you may be interested in.
An area I glossed over about until now, is feeling lost in your spiritual life from a Christian perspective. Feeling spiritually lost happens easily. With so many people telling you how, and what to believe it gets very confusing. What makes it more confusing is they all come on like midway Carnies at the County Fair. Step right up folks, I have what you are looking for. If this is why you are reading this post looking for an answer, perhaps this is a good post to find direction for problems of this type.
At first the new church is fun, then the finish starts to tarnish and the cracks start to show. At some point listening to what they say, it becomes apparent, this is the same song with a different melody.
 Instead how about reading one thought what is important to being a Christian? The central theme of being a Christian is not about being pure or donating money. It is not about volunteering to clean your church. Those are important things, and should not be ignored, but are not one of the best reasons for being a Christian.
If you are or wish to be a Christian, the one fundamental reason you want to be a Christian is because you believe there is a God who is good and just. Because you know and accept there is a God, you also must accept that there is an anti-God named Satan who is the opposite of God.
That is what you should know before you consider anything else about being a Christian of any type. Knowing this, and keeping it forefront in your religious thinking is why you are living this moment as a Christian. Everything else in your life is secondary. Christian churches may merge or disappear. You may change churches yearly, or decide not to go to church at all. One day a fire might wipe out the building that was your church.
You are a Christian because for all your life there has been war fought between good and evil. Like it or not, you are a very important part of that war. You may not feel like you are a good Christian or a Soldier. You do not hear any gun shots, see any bombed out building, or dead bodies laying in the streets.
The war going on is for this world, and you must believe this above everything else about being a Christian. If you think there is no war, think about the poorest sections of your city. The gangs, drugs, the violence, and the hate. The burglaries, car thefts, and violent acts around you. You are a Soldier in this ongoing, never ending battle.
You think you are not any of these labels. Your friends are not any of these labels. Chances are your family do not fit any of these labels. So why are those other people, like you, but across the street or across town so destructive? Because of the battle for this world. Whether they actively chose sides, or are ignorant of their actions, they are part of the war. If they are the gang members, drug dealers, pimps, thieves, etc, they are not on your side of the war.
I am not a fan of preaching, and this sounds awfully preachy to me so that is all I will say about it. If you have not known before, now you know why you are a Christian. You were created to fight in the war. Everything else is in life is secondary to the battle.
What you do or do not do, and whether you are successful or poor is not important in the spiritual world. The only thing that matter is you do what you know is right for yourself, friends and family, neighborhood, and city. That is how you do battle in this war. The balance constantly shifts. We move closer to, and then a step away from destroying ourselves, and the earth.
Now you know why, and what you should be doing. When you get to the other end of your life, the question, ‘Did you do your part to make the world a better place by resisting evil?’, is the only question that matters. Sometimes answers come from surprising sources.
Does a story have two versions? Does a story have one version with two viewpoints? I have a story to share of a recent turn of events. A story with two perspectives, and I am not sure at the moment which view, if either, is the real one. They both may be true and they are both may be false. Depending on how you look.
This story is told two ways, is one way is a string of coincidences, and the other way is an intended series of events. Is this story a chain of random events, or is this story an intended course of coincidences which are too disparate not to have divine intervention manipulating events to a desired outcome?
I will start with the version which started some weeks ago.
I have a family member who works at a school which happens to have an apartment complex across and some distance down the street. This apartment complex of has many children which go to the school, a Vista Worker who is working to improve the lives of people in the neighborhood, an elderly woman.
The Vista worker somehow meets my relative. They are at least, two professionals with a similar dream for the neighborhood. A third person is already present in the story. The third person is the retired individual who has put in a request to the Vista volunteer worker for a computer tutoring class.
However the conversation came up, the family member mentioned I did computer tutoring as a volunteer in the past. The Vista worker asked the family member if I would volunteer to hold computer classes for the apartment complex families. The request was passed on to me, and I agreed to volunteer a few hours a week for computer tutoring sessions.
My first volunteer session brings one person to class. The retired person, who also owns a computer, but does not know how to use it. Unknown to me, they have a burning desire to accomplish a singular task, and they need my help. The retired person is a licensed Minister who has something very important to share with the world beyond everyday ministry. They want to share their vision using a computer, as that is the easiest way to reach the most people.
Here is the second version which is a little different.
 A retired person who is a licensed Minister, who is also is a self proclaimed Prophet of God, receives direct albeit sporadic communications from God, was once given a visit to heaven. Afterward, acting on direction from God, they wrote down their experience, and some additional things they were shown or told. It was rewritten a few times, and sent off to one or more publishers for publication. The result to date is poor at best with very few copies sold.
Seeing this dismal result, God sets into play a string of events which brings the retired person cum Prophet and myself together via a computer tutoring session. In the course of the first session the Prophet sends their first ever email to a Christian broadcasting network. A strongly worded expectation, the network needs to read the Prophet’s book.
The second computing class hour with the Prophet, and the rest becomes clear. This Prophet of God in the clothing of a computer illiterate retired person, wishes to get their story into the hands of as many people as possible via the internet having only the vaguest idea of what the internet is and how the internet works.
It appears to be my duty in the process to assist the Prophet to help get their story out.
End of chapter one. Seen from one perspective there is this string of joined coincidences that benefits a retired person cum Gods Prophet.
From a second perspective, God arranged a number of seemingly unrelated life events so the possibility of a certain outcome could occur. God rolled the dice. My bit part is, I have a blog, some understanding of the internet, and how it works, and have some time to spare each week to help an aging Prophet complete their God given directive.
So now, I am unsettled about this situation. Was there indeed divine intervention, and is this the result? Or is this only a string of unrelated events, and the outcome is simply a coincidence, and no more?
I wish to know, what do you think? What in your opinion is real. What you would do if you were me?
I have read posts around the net about people who can not go to bed to sleep because when they go to bed very large, visually fuzzy, ethereal spiders or beetles crawl out of their bodies and start biting them. I tried searching for posts today, but I was not able to find any posts about it other than regular bug bites or altered drugged states of spiders, beetles, and other insects.
I first read about people being attacked and bitten by spiders and bugs crawling in and out of their bodies at night while learning about Shamanism. They were were generally blips inserted as an afterthought to a main post on a separate topic. Occasionally I have read a few hints of these other world bugs in unrelated postings, generally as passing thought. Someone will mention it happens to them, and someone else will chime in saying, ‘Oh yes, that happened to me too’.
I have never experienced these shapeless bugs myself, only remotely as a child when someone my folks knew was ‘sent’ away to ‘dry out’, which was the term used a long time ago meaning – sent away for a month to a ‘clinic’ as an attempt to cure alcohol addiction.
 I remember my folks saying so and so was seeing spiders and mice crawling around their room during the first days of ‘drying out’. That meant they have a severe alcohol addiction. Other than that I have no first hand experience with this happening to anyone I know.
On the other hand, I have seen what look like fuzzy flies fly into or out of people around me. They usually look like house flies, but their shape is really indistinctive. I think house flies because that is what they most resemble, or maybe a little like a formless black, ant bodied wasp. I have noticed when a fly of this type flies into someone, the person does not seem to be aware of it. I see it happen, and if they do too, they are used to it happening.
Usually within a half an hour, when one of these flies has flown into someone they undergo a mood shift, usually becoming angry or irritated for no obvious reason. Whether the bugs are bringers of the mood change, or if it is coincidence I have never known someone I see it happening to well enough to ask if they know a change is happening to them or not.
I do not see myself saying, “Hi, I was looking at you and noticed a fly or something like it, fly out of that door and fly right into your cheek. Does this happen often to you?” I can not imagine any good outcome from asking a stranger a question like that.
From what I have gleaned from reading where people mentioned bugs crawling out of them and biting them, it was usually confined to the chest and stomach area. Perhaps this is where they were most focus is as sleeping usually happens in a darkened room. Or possible because that is where our life forces are located, in this area of our body
I don’t think it is a singularly Shamanistic viewpoint, but the few responses I have read is whoever this is happening to is doing something in their life that has taken their life out of balance; and this will keep happening until they take steps to get their life back in balance. In some cases I remember the cure was indeed a life style change, in other cases it was an act of intervention from someone who had experience with the ‘bug issue’ and knew how to fix it.
Personally, I am on the fence about the whole matter. While it is well within the realm of altered reality, I do wonder if it happens in mundane reality, or do these people somehow how unknowingly shift into an alternate reality with no one around them noticing? If it does happen without their direct knowledge, how come, and does it continue?
Before someone takes off with this idea, I am not speaking of Morgellons disease or a seven foot tall Praying Mantis type creature that a few people see of when they wake in the middle of the night, or other overly large insects that seem to inhabit the world of our suddenly waking moments. These spiders and beetle stories I have read are from people who lay down to go to sleep, not people who have been asleep for some amount of time.
If you have any experience with these phenomena, I sure would enjoy hearing your serious thoughts on the subject.
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Going outside is no different. The home when I arrived, was in a rural area with no close neighbors, or other buildings. Yet when we left the house to go eat, there was the main street of a small town right outside across the street with a buffet across the street and over one business.
