I would like to share with your readers some of the experiences which have been part of my daily life for over a year. Beginning in late 2006, I told my husband that our dog had cancer. I knew she was having trouble eating, and was leaking a little urine. I sensed that she was sick, but I went to david and said, "she has cancer..." when I heard myself saying the words I knew that it was true.
We took her to the vet the next day and her entire torso was filled with a giant tumor. We let her go back to God the next day. I miss her so very much and cry about once a week still. Shortly after she left us, I was in bed sleeping, and chum (her name) was beside me and I was stroking her, and feeling how warm her fur was. Suddenly I woke up and realized chum wasn't there anymore; I was stroking the bed sheet. I began to cry from the pain of not having her beside me in this world.
Shortly after this I had a "dream" of levitating above my mattress. I was asleep, but lucid, and suddenly I became afraid that david would walk in and see me floating so I quickly tried to re-enter my body, but some force was keeping my aloft; I was literally grabbing onto the sides of my bed trying to "pull" myself back into my body. I woke up from a feeling of being dropped. I was scared.
This event was followed soon afterwards by another dream experience or I should say an experience that took place while I was sleeping. It was not a dream. I was pulled upwards into a tunnel that was revolving and my body began to change shapes like what you see in fun-house mirrors as I was sucked upwards into the funnel, I was alternately flattened out or spun out into a long shape, or an "s" shape... I looked up and saw there was someone up ahead of me in the tunnel. I woke up then feeling like I had been somewhere.
I have not talked about these experiences because I regard them as sacred. They are. I then began seeing the number eleven on my digital clock almost every time I looked at it. Then it spread to other clocks in the house, then onto my cell phone... At any random time of the day or night, if I happen to look at the clock, 90% of the time it will be something "11..." I have heard that spirits of loved ones often communicate with us through electrical appliances, and even stranger, I Googled the word 'eleven' and it is an old-english word that basically translates to "one that remains" (from the math system based on tens, eleven was the 1 that remained.) Taken in a spiritual sense, this is just phenomenal. I feel so blessed, and now each time I see the 11 I say "hello" and now I am seeing multiples of 11...22, 33, 44. I believe it is my beautiful dog chum letting me know she is with me.
As these things have been happening, my consciousness is being raised and I am becoming a more sensitive instrument: I will suddenly think "phone" and then my phone will ring. One time I even picked up the phone as if in a trance and it rang in my hand. I believe I am just able to hear the frequency that is being emitted before the usual audible ringing begins but I am not yet able to consciously hear the "silent" ring; it just happens without my foreknowledge; in other words, I have no "harness" on any of this stuff... It just happens or I just "know" it, but I have never tried to "control" it...
Another thing that happened was david and I were sitting together in our small bathroom where we used to smoke cigarettes, and he told me he had found a vehicle for me. And I said, "what is it? A Dodge Caravan? About a '93? About 86 thousand miles on it?" all of this just came out of my mouth with absolutely no thought; it was as if someone was using my mouth to talk, but yet I knew what I was saying was correct. Indeed, david looked at me astonished, and asked me if I had "called mike..." and I said "mike who?" that was the guy david was buying the van from. Every thing I had said in describing the van was true, even down to the mileage. Crazy beautiful.
I now live my life almost in that "other" world all the time. I feel that it is the REAL world and this truly is the world of illusions that we find necessary at this stage of our development as sentient beings. I feel that in the future we will rely less and less on the material. I feel very superstitious about telling these things; I am trying to get over that feeling and this forum has left me feeling a little more brave, and I hope someone can relate to my experiences and I wonder if anyone else out there has any direct experience with the number 11? God bless...