Lets start this story. I have submitted other stories that do not compare to these recent experiences. Except the part where I was choked by a demon for unknown reasons. That was unpleasent, but different. I should first talk about my father.
I lived with my father for 6 months since he was forced to stay close to the University Medical Center for this upcoming transplant. First, we stayed in the hotel paid by his insurance with his other caregiver and for those 2 weeks I have been frequent deja vu's, and according to my knowledge it means I was on the right path. He was in Critical condition that is why we had to stay longer, and he put on top of the lung transplant list. My heart did sink a bit, but I knew somewhere in my soul that he would be get out of this just fine. Hes a tough tugboat captain of the Bering Sea, nothing stopped his faith. Sometime in August of 2012 I had a dream of my dad going into the operating room and my hand outstretching and heart falling, feeling that my dad life is on the fringes and that I may or may not see him again. I knew that this dream would take 3 months to come true. The transplant happened in November. Once I confirmed that he is undergoing the surgery at 1 am, I left to go home, he was in good hands.
He did have a few close calls but he survived and is living life now. I knew he would survive, he is a fighter after all, and I had no fear of losing him.
Now I should talk about my OBE's.
One was when I lived with my dad, right now all I can remember is that I fell. I always seem to keep falling down every time my body let's my soul roam and always being pulled by my feet. The only thing I remember was hearing voices as if shadows were preparing something. I don't know what they were saying, and another time happened sometime later, like they were still talking, but I was surrounded by fire, and hearing the roar of the flame...
Last night, I was in a vivid dream that had me doing the same thing I have been doing since I left my dad to be back at home to find a job. Being on the computer and job searching, and then my feet were pulled, paused, then pulled again. Falling Again, this time no roaring flames, just silence, everywhere was dark except seeing words on a wall, bright blue like the stars. A voice I hear like it was expecting me. This was different, my mind went to a wedding and I was the guest. Yet, a part of my real body woke up, just my left eye, because I thought I really was being dragged downwards. By the time I get to the bottom I am at this alter that looked like a greek/roman coloumn with a large cup on top. This shadow figure asks me a question and readily agreed saying "yes, I do." It picked up the cup and I thought I was to drink it. I moved up to drink but the cup poured what I believe was thick, red, liquid like blood on my head. After that happened, I woke up. Back inside my body and my forehead tingled from where the blood hit my face and top of my head. I can't remember the words of what the voice was saying nor remember the words on the wall. And I bet it doesn't help when I say that I watched an education program on my computer about mating rituals that had to deal with blood and how my body tingled at the sight of it and to make me feel better I sang these words "I'm a Monster" and the feeling went away.
For whatever the reason that I wrote down these stories, I feel that I need to share these. The dejavu's I can handle, the OBE's are another thing. Please share your comments, and nothing bad because I don't react well to mean comments. Either Fact or theories. Well, I hope you enjoy my stories and hope to hear from someone soon.