“ONCE I WAS SEVEN YEARS OLD”
Where I left Off from the Last Blog…
I was seven and just had my first encounter with what I’ll call God or an angel. Even my husband was curious as to what I meant by this and if it related all to my extraterrestrial dream. He wondered if I had thought I had been abducted or simply dreamed it. I want to explain today.
The majority of the reason why I put the picture of the ET on the front of the blog was because this is the image most of us see in our minds when we think of a being from another planet. This figure is not what I saw in my bedroom. The dream of being operated on, actually will be explained at the end of this blog. However, the blue light and the voice that came to me appeared to be benevolent. At 7 years old is anyone wise enough to know if he has encountered a positive or negative?
Personally, I believe that I was wise enough to know. I came into this world with more understanding of my past lives and purpose for this life than most people and still remember what I thought about life, even now.
I remember times in my crib when I was less than two years old. I remember smells and sounds and comparing them to the celestial place that I had come from, which now I believe is Sirius (Canus major and Minor). I had always felt as if I was a stranger on Earth, however, I knew I was in a place in which I was entirely intrigued and was meant to be here.
However, with this kind of beginning, you can imagine that many negatives (Negatives and Positives exist simultaneously on our Earthly plane because of where we are in our spiritual growth. Again, I’ll explain more later. ) were trying to impede my path.
I had a brother and a father who always tried to get me to be a model male human, when all I wanted to be was androgynous and play in the wildflowers, examining the bees and birds, and building interesting edifices with my Erector Set. I remember neighbors and relatives commenting on how adult I was from a very young age. This, of course, made making friends a difficult chore. However in the 1960s neighbors became built in friends. They walked to school with you. They ate lunch with you. They caught lightning bugs and bumble bees in jars for fun.
The children weren’t the negative influence on my life. It was times like when my father said to my mother and to me after I went a little too close to his bare feet resting on the coffee table: “Don’t let him smell men’s feet. He’ll become a fag.” Even at 7 or 8 years old, I understood that was a horrible thing to become.
So, understanding that I was unlike those around me was the first step toward spiritual development. This is called mirroring. When you see reflections of things and compare your life and your situation with that of what you see. I was unlike my friends, but wanted to conform enough to be loved and be a part of the group.
Still, my dreams were wild and I remember being able to feel the whirring sound of my brain, which was constantly computing everything it saw, as if it were some sort of computer (they weren’t around then). It was then I had the recurring dream, which later made me believe that I could have been abducted by an ET.
My reasoning for believing this was from books I had read about dreams that abductees had had. The dreams I had seemed to mirror that. However, as one so can interpret dreams (mostly others more than my own), I see now that the place I was (under my parent’s bed) was a scary place to be, because they constantly fought and yelled horrible things about each other.
The dream was this: my body would become as flat as a piece of paper and be whisked from my bed on a breeze to float under my parent’s bedroom door and beneath their bed.
Under their bed was a large cauldron similar to the one in this picture. I would feel as if I something was trying to put me in the kettle to cook me. I would scream and fight until often I would wake up sweating and spend the rest of the night praying to the God that had appeared to me for protection.
I never saw an ET figure in the dream. I just dreams of hands trying to grab me and force me into the pot. At this point, I would definitely believe that these were negative influences from either my parent’s discord or from other planets trying to influence my growth.
You see, I do believe that without negatives and positives giving us choices in this world, we have no litmus test as to which direction we are going—toward Spirit or away from Love.
For me, I knew I had no intention of going toward that cauldron, which represented negativity and evil to me. I wanted to be back in my bed as a human again so that I could control the thoughts in my mind.
Again, this is a step in spiritual development we must be on to get stronger spiritual and identify our paths on this Earth. Our entire purpose for being on this Earth is to get stronger and stronger in Love and Compassion. When we make choices that benefit the ego self, we often go in the wrong direction in life; this would include choices that are based in fear.
Fear is not love. Anything in your life that presents itself as fear is an illusion trying to keep your from a God Choice or a Miracle!
Join me again for more of my story in the next blog…
Take the opportunity to read Your New Story, Your New Life, my last book, which defines how to change your external life by changing your mind and your thoughts and gives you exercises to accomplish this.