Just some things...

[K9Guardian]

Funny, my dafd's wife got upset at me over AIM yesterday and left me this nice tidbit before signinng off:

"It upsets me to see such potential in you. You are so much more than a person who can write, and you keep pushing it all away..."

She has a point.

Peple walk around never knowing what they really are.

 

[Kol]

Originally, there were two jobs in Carrollton-Southwire and Sony. Sony shut down production in 2001, a few months before I came home from California.

Sony was the 'science lab' I'd come to with GT.

The science lab was being shut down.

I floated in a small room, longer than it was wide, where cubicles were set up and party banners were taped to the ceiling.

"It's being shut down," one worker said. The man beside him began to talk.

"Watch this," I remember saying to my spirit guide. I descended, and entered the body of the first man talking.

"Watch this," he echoed what I had said, as I very subtly tried to influence him. You could give them thoughts if you were careful, and they would never notice it. I had given him an idea, which he didn't understand himself, but since he felt like doing it, he did.

The second man asked my host what he was doing.

"I'll be back," I had him say. He followed my guide, and took three pennies out of his pocket, then taped them inside of his cleaned-out cubicle where no one would find them. The second man looked at him in question. The two thought they might come back one day, that the lab would reopen, and they would all have their jobs back. The host wondered if this was why he felt like doing this. But it wasn't really a conversation between those two at all. This was something I was saying to my spirit guide. I was showing off.

I have these three pennies in a box in Georgia. They were taped underneath a cubicle in a set of old offices. I had known I would work at Sony, and put the pennies there for myself to find later on.

http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n233/TinyMage/DSC01095.jpg

Second cubicle on the left. I learned the name of the man who worked there, but never met him.

We floated about four feet off the ground, him with his legs crossed, myself standing but moving forward. (Even now this is bizarre to think about in the "real world", but it happened...) The workers would walk right past us and most times never feel or notice a thing. Sometimes one or two would turn around, because they'd felt a presence but not seen anyone nearby. I remember floating past the workers coming in, to a kind of warehouse or main bay, where storage racks reached up several stories to the ceiling far above. There were sortation machines for the items made in the lab, and huge forklifts in addition to the smaller ones running around on the floor.

It wasn't a science lab, it was a CD manufacturing plant. They made music CDs and sent them out.

You can see why I thought it was a lab:

http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n233/TinyMage/DSC01100.jpg
http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n233/TinyMage/DSC01104.jpg

I remember there was a small room, like a meeting area or break room. A man with black hair and a casual business shirt was taking a television on a stand and placing it so that the assembled workers could watch. I didn't understand so much what was going on, but I remember very clearly watching it all. There were glass doors and a glass wall on my left, hallways in front and behind me, and a door leading to a worker's park on my right. The man with the television was talking about the video everyone had to watch, and workers were told to sit in metal chairs and listen.

I won't tell his name, but I met him when I worked at Sony. I put my hands on that same television. The tape I'd watched was ISO.

My spirit guide picked someone (I dont know who) and floated down to pass into that person's body. I picked someone on my own. Since I've always been a small guy, I chose a big man sitting in the back so that I could know what it felt like to be a big tall tough guy.

It was about like passing through unset jello. As if it offers a bit of resistance at first but then gives way. It was like a wall of smoke or soap, like a bubble. And as you passed through, you began to feel influenced by the person's mind and thoughts. You still kept all you own thoughts but you kept them quiet, because you didn't want to be discovered. You had to be still and just ride along.

His mind seemed more open but less focused than my own. As if his attention were on more things at once. It felt..idk, just different to have these big arms and all this weight. And I could feel his breathing, and feel his body moving as he did so, and I could tell that he was unaware of it. He was in the mindset of wanting something sarcastic to say, but kind of waiting for the right moment to do so. He thought the video was stupid and that the man (who he thought of as something like a supervisor) was a bit on the slow side himself. The video was something like sexual harassment, and the man kind of grinned, but decided to keep his mouth shut. I could feel all these things as he did them, and I could look out my own eyes at the world, because I wasn't seated so far in, but still feel what he was thinking and doing. All without being noticed.

I met this man.

He came out of the warehouse to the security post to pass through and go home. He saw me, and decided to pick on me, then try to be friendly. There is absolutely nothing you can say to a man who you've possessed. I saw him fairly often and was always completely at a loss for what to say or do. I don't know what else to say about it.

There was a woman in a white lab coat, and she was introducing herself. A short man with a very friendly smile was explaining everything to the two guests. I had mistakenly believed him to be a visitor, but instead he was escort. I was riding inside of his body.

A man on a forklift came by and stopped, and said something to either the woman or to my cohabit. He was balding, with a long ponytail, and made me think of Hugh the Hand from a book I'd read. We followed the woman and I took the time to look all around. Everywhere there were people in lab coats. Outside the room was a glass hallway. A black man with a mop was cleaning the pure white tile. I could feel the man I was with get cold and shiver, and could feel his skin tighten up to keep him warm. I was more aware of his body than he was.

I asked about this woman and I met "Hugh the Hand." He remembered her, and asked me how I had known her. I couldn't even think of a good lie to tell, I was so taken aback. The room I talked about was where the CDs were actually made. That's why the white lab coats, and why everything was so cold.

I also met the escort, the man whose body I had been in to watch all this take place. Unsettling is a freakin' understatement.

There is nothing that can be said.

This is the "wall of glass" I'd seen. I remember passing through this in a spiritual body...

http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n233/TinyMage/DSC01057.jpg

...and entering various people who were working inside.

...

 

[Kol]

I pushed these things out of my mind as best I could, and began to grow as a Christian.

...started listening to gospel music...

I continued to grow stronger in the Lord...

...developed a very real love for God Almighty, and became engulfed in the presence of His son, Jesus.

...finished the OT up to Chronicles and all of the NT save Acts.

"When you first got here, I thought you were mean," Nellie once told me. "You looked too serious."

So I began to live surrounded by God's Spirit, going to church and studying my Bible. I started to smile and joke around, and made friends with the people I worked with.

Eventually I met Sara again. I had dreams of us in celestial bodies, with the other people I'd been born with. We were fighting the satans (the alien-looking things) and flying in a spaceship. I saw Glenn, my sister, and her bf Derek, along with the others, and I was leading them all.

My nightmares around this time were varied, but most of them pertained to either the end of the world, aliens attacking, or both. I fought them all off and ignored them.

Eventually Sara moved away to school and I became enamoured of Kaitlin. I had exploded as a Christian, and tried to fight this all off. I was unable, but God saved me and I walked away battered but still standing.

I had just fought off my guardian angel in a flesh body.

What bothered me though, was the fact that God had seemed so eager to 'kill' me at my first mistake. I was *hurt*, because I didn't understand why He would be so quick on the trigger with me. Considering what I'd come out of, I was a saint. I resisted Kaitlin and fought off my spiritual attacker, but a lot of what had happened didn't make sense to me.

I was having an awful lot of energy being spent on me. The past 3 or 4 years had seemed amazing to me-I'd found things in my relationship with the Lord I had never known possible. I was a completely different person. But the entire time, this spirit had been attacking me, working on me.

So really, it seemed I was favoring the spirit that looked like a demon, and disobeying the spirit that looked like an angel. I wasn't even sure of what convinced me the guide was so evil in the first place. A psychic vision? What if all visions were evil? Wasn't it too coincidental to have a vision that the Christian was evil and the alien was really just showing me the truth? Maybe the vision came from the alien. I wondered if I was somehow fighting against God. Was the original plan for me to sin so that Christ could forgive me and have mercy on me? Was this atonement what the alien-thing so hated? Was it possible I was fighting against Jesus Christ? Was I trying to obey the law and not grace? Was I trying to steal from the Messiah's glory? Maybe God just wanted something to forgive me for.

This entire mental deliberation was very, very strange.

What was even more bizarre was that I seemed to have angels trying to get me to have sex.

I then had a dream where God was Uncle Phil, another where I was God's son and running away to do magic, and in between I'd had a dream where I was doing Kaitlin on my grill. (lol, "turn me over, David")??? God was going to kill me, the familiar seemed to be the only one who'd thrown up his hands and walked out of all this, and the guide just wanted me to get laid.

I was not entirely convinced I was still sane.

On top of *all* of this, I had the blond-haired man show up out of nowhere to tell me I could pick a better girl to sleep with than Kaitlin.

I understand now. I was being tempted with sex for a reason..which will shortly become clear. The demon was trying to get me to overcome the guardian angel because that angel belonged to heaven, which these earthbound spirits were against. There was a reason I was being tempted with sex, and a reason God so reacted to this in my dream.

At the height of all this, the bhm had come to me in my dreams to warn me about Kaitlin.

At first it seemed just a normal dream, but halfway through, it was interrupted and I found myself standing in front of the blond-haired man I seem to know.

He told me I needed to leave Kaitlin alone.

I remember this all took place in that same gray mist-like place, but we seemed to be standing on some kind of metal platform. At first he was standing to my left. At some point he walked around me, but I don't remember when. All I do remember is a bit of our argument.

"Why?!" I complained. "What would be so bad about me being with her?!" I think I was more mad at the entire drama surrounding it rather than the actual event.

"It would be...bad," was all he said.

I fumed and glared at him. "I never get to have anybody," I just about shouted. "Everybody else has whoever they want and I get NO ONE!"

Sad to admit, but yes, that's pretty much the way I felt.

He seemed uneasy and hesitant.

"If you're going to commit adultery," he said, "do it with somebody else."

The word for adultery might as well have been treason for the way he said it.

...and I woke up.

In this dream he ran through all the girls I would have a chance to marry and explained them to me. He never explained why Kaitlin was such a trap, but I believe she fit the temptation of the 'girl below my station in life'.

I was forbidden from talking to the NPS students, the non-prior service, the 18 and 19 year olds. We could not socialize with them, but we were required to lead them. One was a very cute girl who told me about her secret fetish for dressing like a bunny. (???) I mostly stood quiet and let her tell me about going to the beach and all about ladybugs. My subconcious, the back of my mind, seemed to be spinning as she did. I wasn't trying to channel, to communicate with another spirit, but the thoughts came as if I were. I saw a deck of tarot cards, an image of God, and the word 'destiny' in my mind. To me this meant that the situation was a test, one from God, and that it weighed heavily on my fate. I let the girl talk, and never said anything to her. Later on, another student like myself was expelled for going to a club with the NPS students.

It seemed to me that I was perpetually being tempted with girls below my station in life, whether it was because of their jobs (Heather), their age (Sandra), or some other intangible (this cute SP). Knowing the way the tarot worked, I realized this was one of my tests in life, and I wondered a little why.

This too will become clear.

The bhm also made a comment when he first appeared at this dream:

"You already have a wife! Or did you forget that too?!"

And I had no idea what he was talking about, but i remembered him saying it.

 

[Kol]

When I first stopped all my "wicked ways", an angelic spirit had come to me and convinced me that he could get me closer to God. This spirit had been a guide to me, trying to teach me how to better serve the Lord and know Jesus Christ. This spirit then led me to focus my life on self-dependence and a rugged type of individualism; a life view which mirrored the pastor of the Shepherd's Chapel church. As I progressed in my walk with the lord, it became desireable for me to return to the church where I'd been baptized, so that I could pull myself closer to the source of my spiritual life and remember why I now sought God so much.

At the time it happened, I was aware of none of this.

Before my conversion to Christianity, I had been an occultist. I used a special set of cards called "tarot" cards, to tap into my subconcious mind and find the answers hidden there. I also used "scrying", looking into crystals, fire, water, and smoke, in order to relax my mind and allow my guardian angel to communicate with me and to lead me in my life. I had dreams at night of heaven and of a void, and in these places I was taught by spiritual masters how to love others, better myself, and seek out my destiny in the cosmos.

When I was led by the angelic spirit to revisit my church, I had an out of body experience in which my former "guardian angel" revealed to me that I was being deceived. I learned that I had been following the advise of this second angel, which I had not realized in my awake state, and that this angel was not of Christ. He was a lier and a deceiver. This being shown to me in a type of vision, I ran from the church and never returned.

When I came back home, I began to have bad dreams. Nightmares of aliens and abductions, of the end of the world and of the world before Noah's flood. I felt a strong desire to use any of the old methods I knew to gaze into the spirit world and see what all this meant, but I refused. Instead I began to go to a baptist church and to order gospel music through the mail. I took a basic job as a security guard and started to get myself together for college. I made new friends and started to open myself up as best I could to other people. Over all of this, I tried my best to seek the Lord with all my heart and to be a normal person.

As time went on, a very old friend of mine named Sara showed up, and, being changed in who I was now, I fell in love with her. We had a good time together, but she eventually left for school and I was left behind. As a rebound I met a girl named Kaitlin, who I was first attracted to out of simple lust and a desire to stop hurting over Sara. Although this girl would not give up her boyfriend or even go out with me, I didn't let myself care. We both felt a desire to sleep with the other, and I began to let myself move in this direction.

I began to have spiritual experiences warning me against the situation. At the height of this I had a dream in which a blond haired man warned me that this adultery would be treason and that the cause of my desire was my former, Christian, angelic guide. I then began to fight against my desires, knowing that in the spiritual realm I was also fighting against this angelic spirit.

I won, but was badly beat up, emotionally speaking. I did not know what had happened to the spirit, but I did know this: I had since been warned in a dream that demons were coming to retaliate against me and my family.

Since that time, I had met another girl to whom I had felt a desire to engage in adultery, but had not. As I resisted though, another Christian gave in, and I felt that, symbolically speaking, he had just been killed. I now felt certain that some type of evil spirit was in my work place and home, causing a feeling of loneliness and depression on anyone it could, and leading them into adultery. I was convinced that the present peacefulness in my spiritual life was the calm before the storm, and that soon, everything would explode at once.

Spirit guides: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spirit_guide
http://www.crystalinks.com/spirit_guides.html
http://freespace.virgin.net/russel.steward/guides.htm

The Shepherd's Chapel Church: http://www.shepherdschapel.com/
http://www.carm.org/shepherds_chapel.htm

Tarot Cards: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tarot
http://www.allabouttheoccult.org/tar...anings-faq.htm

Guardian Angels: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guardian_angel
http://www.viloria.com/viloria/adi/guardian.shtml

Aliens and Abductions: http://www.alienresistance.org/ce4.htm
http://www.zetatalk.com/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ZetaTalk

...

My mother decided on chicken marsala and wisely chose a coca-cola instead of wine. I meanwhile ordered chicken parmigiana with a dr pepper. We sat at the Olive Garden near Arbor Place mall in Douglasville, Georgia on a Thursday night. My sister Ashley was tormented over whether or not she should order off of the kid's menu; she wanted to but felt embarrassed. Amanda was texting on her cell phone and picking at a bread roll, uninterested.

"David, I think you're putting *way* too much into your dreams. We live in the real world," my mom said, "and even if all that stuff is true, you have to live this life here, now." She smiled at me, trying to soften what she had to say. "You should focus more on your life here, with people, or you might drift off, and I wouldn't want that."

This would end up being the last time I went out to eat with my family, and the last time all of us would be gathered together at once. It would be the last time I would see my mom so happy, the last time Amanda would still have such a good chance at life, and the last time Ashley would ever be so innocent.

"You believe in past lives and karma," I argued, "so why can't all of this be true, too?"

"I'm not saying it isn't, just that.." she tried to find the right words but couldn't. My momma sighed. "I think you're taking a little bit of string and just running with it. You're imagining things where they aren't really at."

"Momma," Ashley interrupted, "is it okay if I get the spaghetti?" Her little face was red and I felt extremely sorry for my little sister. She was 13, and stuck smack-dab in the middle of that horrible world between childhood and adolescence.

"Sure, Ashleybaby," my momma said.

I remember twisting the straw on my drink, thinking. Because my teeth are so sensitive, I can't drink anything with ice in it, but the waitress had filled my soda full of the stuff. So I'd had to take use a straw, even though I think there's something decidedly unmanly about the things.

I looked to Ashleybug and asked her if she ever read the Bible I'd given her. She shook her head 'yes' and kept shaking it, making a face. My mom hugged her and kissed her on the top of her head. Ashley was still having a hard time with our mother, and my mom was quick to repair the damage done. I looked to Amanda. She let her hair fall over her eyes as she read her messages, then let out a shrill scream. Matthew had told Tanitia at school that he thought she was cute.

I was afraid that demons were coming for my family, and I told my mom this. It was hard for me to get the words out, and I had to settle on the word "something" instead of "demons." In response my mom asked Amanda what she was going to order to eat.

I felt that I stood at the last possible point before the end, and that despite all my warnings to others, it would benefit nothing. I was warning the villagers about the huge rock that was going to crush the town, and no one would believe me. If I hadn't seen it for myself though, I might not even believe. There was nothing I could do.

And so I came to Arizona, afraid that demons were after my family.

Today...today I will pick up where I left off 30 pages ago.

 

[K9Guardian]

You do love dramatic reveals.

 

[Chocolatesa]

Ok who's this GT person? I don't remember you mentioning him before...

 

[Kol]

I mean the evil spirit guide.

He reminded me of a character named "Gerald Tarrant" from a book, and had looked like that in some of my later dreams of him. Hence "GT". I'll just call him the "spirit guide" since the part about Kaitlin is over and that *other* spirit doesn't come back in to things.

 

[K9Guardian]

His spirit guide who apparently took the form of the vampire hunter Gerard Tsomething.

 

[Kol]

Yeah, that wicked-lookin' dude.

 

[K9Guardian]

Never heard of him, I just remember what I read.

 

[Chocolatesa]

Whatever part of myself kept my spiritual body alive wasn't coming from me, though it should have (and had before), it was coming directly from Jesus instead.

Why should it have?

 

[Kol]

I've found the original "spiritual warfare" thread and my PMs from Siege...

 

[Kol]

Why should it have?

Because it had before, in my pre-birth experiences, and it felt *wrong*.

Definitely not trying to take anything away from Christ Jesus there.

But it made me think a lot about the resurrection. I was dead, though Christ was making me alive, and that at some point I would be made alive again.

That's what I remember thinking, when I had an OBE here in Arizona.

 

[Chocolatesa]

Sony was the 'science lab' I'd come to with GT.



I have these three pennies in a box in Georgia. They were taped underneath a cubicle in a set of old offices. I had known I would work at Sony, and put the pennies there for myself to find later on.

http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n233/TinyMage/DSC01095.jpg

Second cubicle on the left. I learned the name of the man who worked there, but never met him.



It wasn't a science lab, it was a CD manufacturing plant. They made music CDs and sent them out.

You can see why I thought it was a lab:

http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n233/TinyMage/DSC01100.jpg
http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n233/TinyMage/DSC01104.jpg



I won't tell his name, but I met him when I worked at Sony. I put my hands on that same television. The tape I'd watched was ISO.



I met this man.

He came out of the warehouse to the security post to pass through and go home. He saw me, and decided to pick on me, then try to be friendly. There is absolutely nothing you can say to a man who you've possessed. I saw him fairly often and was always completely at a loss for what to say or do. I don't know what else to say about it.



I asked about this woman and I met "Hugh the Hand." He remembered her, and asked me how I had known her. I couldn't even think of a good lie to tell, I was so taken aback. The room I talked about was where the CDs were actually made. That's why the white lab coats, and why everything was so cold.

I also met the escort, the man whose body I had been in to watch all this take place. Unsettling is a freakin' understatement.

There is nothing that can be said.

This is the "wall of glass" I'd seen. I remember passing through this in a spiritual body...

http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n233/TinyMage/DSC01057.jpg

...and entering various people who were working inside.

...

That is freaking hair-raising. Not scary, more like *whoa*. Wow. What do you say to a man whose body you've posessed??? lol...
Ok that knocks my theory about all those dreams/memories being implanted right out the window...

 

[Chocolatesa]

I've found the original "spiritual warfare" thread and my PMs from Siege...

Aha! so that's who I can ask about the possible theory if ever I get too impatient to wait for you to say what it is lol.

 

[Kol]

Siege is gone. He lost his job and had to cancel his internet connection. Sorry.

 

[Kol]

Oh, and btw, don't PM Seige by mistake. (Siege vs Seige). Siege enjoys lectures, studies, and discussions about demons, angels, and possessions. Seige on the other hand lives near the beach and likes to talk about beer. Also, sending him PMs (even accidental ones) about how you were a necromancing demon-spawn tends to freak him the **** out. Just to let you know. >_>

 

[Chocolatesa]

Oh, and btw, don't PM Seige by mistake. (Siege vs Seige). Siege enjoys lectures, studies, and discussions about demons, angels, and possessions. Seige on the other hand lives near the beach and likes to talk about beer. Also, sending him PMs (even accidental ones) about how you were a necromancing demon-spawn tends to freak him the **** out. Just to let you know. >_>

LOL! Wonder how you found that out... XD

ON WITH THE STORY!!!

 

[Chocolatesa]

So patience! I command you..!

Lol, I'm not very good a patience when it comes to incredibly interesting stories, but I'll do my best, I understand you can't be chained to the computer to repeat your life's story 24/7.

*schemes ways to do so*

 

[Kol]

Sorry. The Stafford loan paid for all but $900 of my tuition. I need money to live on other than that, which my GI Bill should pay. Problem is, the GI Bill doesnt pay you; it pays you back. I go to take out a loan tomorrow. Beyond that, my truckbed is halfway packed. I leave Saturday.

I will try to finish this by then. If I leave something out and it doesn't make sense, tell me.

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