Prologue

The past few months, ( Oct, Nov, Dec, Jan ) I have not had the time to post OBEs independently of my dream data material. The monthly dream logs do include my out of body experiences, conscious contacts, time travel, visions, precognitive information but as the log itself is long, and many do not have the time to actually read the full month I try to make a point of posting certain key experiences independently in articles like this. It gives others experiencers out there a chance to see if there is any critical crossover in the data we are receiving.

November 2023 was a particularly challenging month relative to the data coming in. It was full of survival based energy, torture, killing; various nights in the lower realm stood out to take center stage. In fact, in general as of late I am gaining increasingly more experience working in the collective shadow aspect of being. I feel this is in preparation to come more fully into service. It does take experience, practice, to acclimate to this level of reality.

Three such experiences are highlighted below.

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November 2, 2023

A night in the lower realm, kill room

I had the craziest experiences all night. ( all night! ).

Categorically, they were just lower spectrum energy experiences. If I went down there to make rescues, I may have gotten lost. There are just two in the mix of approximately four that I will log. They are the two that were most shocking and have stayed the most to the front.

In the first : It is night, a male who works at the same company as I, asks me if I will fly to another city with him ( note: in the experience I know the city, it may have been Denver or Las Vegas, I just can no longer say for sure ). There is something there, an item he is going to retrieve. I am not sure why he has asked for or needs help with this. I know he asked another female prior to me that didn’t work out. It is someone he knows and works more closely with. While the two of us do not even really know one another. But I say yes I will fly with him. It is supposed to be an in-and-out -fly there, retrieve the item and fly right back the same night. However, this is not how it turns out. We go there, the man -who is being portrayed here by an actor I am familiar with but do not know his name, middle-aged, blonde, semi-attractive ( others do find him attractive )—does immediately retrieve the package, which I am seeing as 2” thick slices of ice, and then later watermelon, both the size and shape of the the clear 2 gallon sized ziplocks that hold them. We do not make it far with these before being intercepted by two others, a man and woman, played by Kerry Cassidy and John Goodman, who are going to kill us over whatever all of this about. 

This whole scenario plays out in full, graphic linear detail. We are taken to a “kill” apartment, where we are not the only ones about to be killed. It is also not the first time my subconscious is casting John Goodman as a sick, evil character who performs this kind of act. The man I am traveling with does not make it into the scene very far. He is sat down in a room on a sofa, and along with 3 others popped off before I can even really learn why. Like the others, a gun is put to his forehead and the trigger pulled. I am not in this room, I am in the larger area of the apartment with Kerry but I know I am next. I don’t even know what I have done, what they think I have done. I have surrendered to the facts of the situation but I am still trying to save my own life.

While all this is playing out it comes to my attention that there is a large group of others in the collective aura of all this, others who are going to get caught in this web and be killed also. I go out to them, how exactly I am not sure but realizing and pointing out that there are so many more of us than just the two of them. At first they are not sure about this but I point out that we can overcome and overtake them. I rally up their energy and courage until we are united, and certain in our focus and ability. They are not yet in the “kill” apartment and I am so I sign on to be the distraction maker while the others do what they can to shift the web of potentials and the timeline so that they never end up in this place. We are going to bind the female played by Kerry and kill the male played by John Goodman. Or, to the latter, this is what I had thought. 

When he comes toward me to take me to the kill room, while trying to save my life the subject of sex is broached. There is a whole sordid scene regarding his member, about it being monstrous. I see three objects on a silver medical tray, one of them being the phallus itself, which looks as though it belongs to a whole other species, be it one I have certainly never seen before. The general shape of the thing is similar but there are additional shapes to it and pastel pink, green and blue hues. Very different, very different than anything I have ever seen before. What I see on the tray is assembled and then attached to the man as though it is some kind of extra appendage and a sex scene plays out. Leading into it, the character played by John is sitting on a chair, surprised I would agree to such a thing. “Why would I not” I say, going into detail about why I would and being as convincing as I can. Which is working, he lets me approach and straddle him.

I keep clothing in the way, and space between our sexual organs. I am fortunate he is content with everything else I am giving him, and saying.., though when a kiss comes up it is all I can do to hold my stomach. I have to shift my whole attention, choose to explore it from the inside out like a researcher. A part of me is beginning to touch a conscious state through portions of this, wherein I am seeing what is happening from the perspective of an outside ( ET ) party. In this perspective I am attempting to understand ( -more than it is possible for me to say. ). Meanwhile, the rest of the large group of others have found and bound Kerry, the bulk of their attention is on her and not the man, even though they are only going to keep her bound. I am beginning to get frustrated, I cannot continue what I am indefinitely. I need them to come take care of ( ie: kill ) this killer. 

In my frustration, knowing there is a time limit here, things begin getting comical. While in our current position, in the midst of our fake passion/sex I begin periodically banging the back of this man’s head to the wall. It certainly is not going to be enough to kill him. I need them to bring the gun and shoot him. If he discovers me doing this ( he seems lost in the energy of the so called moment ) it is all over. It gets very confusing from here. 

We do accomplish our task, though I do not know the details of what this came to entail. I do not know if the Goodman character was actually ever killed. I just know our task is done. It is mad as the whole group of us now move to escape this web ( matrix, structure, apartment ). Some of us are not making it, some of us are. I make it to a grey colored hallway where there are 3 silver elevator doors. I stand at the door on the right awaiting a group of 5 or 6 others, an undercover group who came to help who I seem to be a part of. When the doors open and they arrive, in the heat of everything they all get into the middle one without me. I hop over to it just in time to catch the doors by my fingertips, using all my strength to pry them back open. 

After succeeding, I am standing here looking at them questionably. They were just going to leave me on my own ( why? ). I enter the elevator, the doors close and I find myself knowing it is going up to the 4th floor. I am not happy with the group, or what just happened. It is madness outside the elevator. I am alert to it all. Those people, more than a hundred of them still trying to get away. In this uncertain but relieved ( for myself ) energy — I wake. 

It is still very early in the morning. The sun has not yet risen, it is maybe 5am. A few minutes go by before I realize I am out of the experience and safe.

“Well that was crazy” I flatly say aloud to anyone listening.

What the heck ?!@#$%!

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Just a weird, weird night. All around.

One event after the next.

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November 4, 2023

I am contacted in the Void ( retrieval ), captive young male human hostages

This one starts from within the Void. There is nothing but blackness all around me but I myself am somewhat visible as I approach, as though crawling on my belly, a young man who is reclining on his back. There seems to be something further up ahead to the front of us that is happening, which I may be positioning myself to view but it is not garnering much of my attention and I cannot see exactly what it is. For reasons unknown to me, what I instead do is sit myself upright with my legs extended straight out to my front ( dandasana ). I then place the young man in the same position on top of me, then slowly lay back and extend our legs overhead while moving toward the floor ( uttanasana ). It would seem this action has folded me into the young man’s mind space. I am now in another place. Inside a scene.

It takes me a few moments to realize the shift has happened, but I gradually come alert to the fact that I am inside a building, walking down hallways, looking into small cell units that house 2 men each. They are all young men, I see no women. The ideas of a hospital and jail are superimposed. There are no doors or bars that I see, just open doorways into each of the cell units. Inside of them there are no furnishings, no beds, no toilet. They are simply empty cells. Some are square, some rectangular. The men are sitting propped up against the walls with their legs splayed and sometimes heads drooping. As I walk by, some of them seem to notice me. The walls are a light, pale green and everywhere, inside every cell and along every hallway they are stained with blood. The horrificness of where I am is beginning to impact my senses. I am beginning to spin as panic and dread rise up from the pit of my stomach. I begin looking for a way out, my mind races along corridors until I see what is a nurses, or guard station. 

There are three people sitting here at the station talking amongst themselves when I step up. One of them is a large, robust woman of mixed ethnic descent. She turns toward me along with one of the males, also of ethnic descent ( Cuban?, one of the Islands? I am not sure ) who asks which cell I am trying to find. Implying I am here visiting someone. As though this is a place that would allow visitors. They all can see that I am noticeably impacted by the state of this place. I try to keep my head, knowing I have to come up with a number. I close my eyes, cover them with my hands and see the number clearly, “5706” I say. The large woman stands from her chair, walks me around a few corners, then commands me to stay where I am standing while she walks into a gaming area. The room dividing screen in front of me is one I can see through, I look into a full casino style set-up. 

Moments later, the large woman returns from the area with a beverage for me, a small 5 oz plastic cup filled with amber fluid. I seem to know better than to drink it, but thank her, and place the cup to my mouth as though taking a sip. She is saying she does not think I am here to find one of the men in the cells but rather one of the dealers. The number I gave – 5706 – seems to have an actual association with someone in the gaming area. She begins walking me again, but all of this is a facade, the people behind all of this are waiting for me to drink and become drugged. I feel the horrible sensation of disappearing further and for good in this caged hell hole. I must not drink. I have to keep my senses and get out of here. I can only do this this if I keep my full cognitive senses. It is the last thought I am having as I wake back into physical space.

As I lay here embedding, the first scene I see is from earlier in the night. 

My mom, looking as young and gorgeous as she always is, even at her advanced age is coming on to an attractive, much younger, dark skinned dark hair man. She has him at a disadvantage up against a wall. I am energetically trying to push her away from him. I will note, this only seems important because my mom was a blackjack dealer in Las Vegas back in the day. I don’t think it was actually my mom coming onto that man, rather her appearance was being used to symbolize the important/relative concepts of an older woman who is a dealer.

This appears to have been an attempted retrieval/rescue of the young man who contacted me in the Void. As I approached him, he did feel like someone I knew, though I did not recognize him. I cannot say whether this is a real life situation I entered or a mind construct.

Either way, it was alarmingly just as real.

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November 25, 2023

Dismemberment, aggressive behavior in an et species, future data

Another intense night of dreams. I have left the details of the stories behind and brought just the major, important fragments back with me. In the first my perspective is coming out of and into a man who is being held up off the ground by his arm ( by a giant of a man ) as his limbs are being sequentially more hacked off by an axe—beginning with the ankles/feet, then wrists/hands, then further up the legs and arms until he is only a torso. As my point of attention has free range to exit this body I am feeling no pain, and from the outside looking back at the man I see there is no blood. This confuses me, on top of the already mass confusion at the occurrence of the event in itself. 

From here I get caught in a square staircase loop. It doesn’t go anywhere other than the roughly 4 floors it contains. I want to say that visually this may be within a mall, there seem to be accessible stores surrounding the staircase itself. The people in the background of this experience have no idea what is going on. I am working with 3 other men to escape a kind of upright standing winged animal that is here that has somehow become sexually aggressive. 

I have no idea why it ( or they ) are coming after what look to be people but their aggression can be fatal. One is hot on my tail as I take flight onto the staircase. It does reach me as well. I am able to feel, as far away as from my sleeping body in the bed, the being ram its rounded beak repeatedly into my back between the shoulder blades. One of the men who in the scene is trying to keep the thing away from me is asking if I am alright. I somehow am. I have compassion for these beings and am aiming at a peaceful resolution to what is happening here. 

Back in the bed my body is in kumbhaka ( breath cessation ). I am laying flat on my back in stasis, or what some call sleep paralysis. The mouth is closed but a large rounded pocket has been formed through the oral cavity. The whole area is dry as a bone. This captures my attention as it is not what I could call a pleasant sensation, and I attempt to moisten the inside of my mouth. 

This lasts only a moment as I am still being strongly pulled within and I find I am landing in another, this time more modern city scene. The contents of this one have been removed from me, save a single happening that occurs when, through the return shift I am attempting to embed the experience. — visually it appears I am typing a FB post. 

I have written the sentence,

“We have entered one of the three major megatropolises, …” 

Rather than write the name of the actual city I have said only this and for a moment I am caught on the spelling of the word, I am not confident I have the plural vernacular correct. 

In my hesitation, all of a sudden a wonderful light frequency is beamed down at me. So intent at not only my devastation at events that have just occurred, but embedding what I can of what I have just experienced I almost do not let it take hold of my attention — but in a last moment I give in and do. I let it blend with me, remind me of home, my natural state and who I am.  I then look back to what I have written, the one simple sentence, and seamlessly shift back into my body. 

It is still in stasis, still laying supine pinned to the bed. The mouth, still bone dry. I feel dizzy, intoxicatingly heavy as I re-synch with physical space, with my body, attempting to understand what has just happened and at the same time moisten the mouth so that I can breathe again. Physical space is so thick, so dense relative to where I had just been, my head is swimming as I complete making the shift. Everything is in a swirl. I have to lay here saying my key words, again and again for roughly a half hour before they will remain stable. 

I wish I could have brought back more, but at the same time am content that I did not. The data this entire month has been so continuously challenging.

What more I could handle I am not sure.