These posts are an account of my own personal experiences with spirituality and the paranormal in chronological order, to the best of my memory. I will do my best to post new entries on Thursdays.
Previous PageI had a number of strange dreams in my teen years. They were so vivid, I still remember them to this day. I will share them one at a time.
The first one stood out strongly because it was monochromatic. Everything was blue. All different shades of blue. I was standing near the three great pyramids in Egypt. I was outside. There were other smaller buildings scattered around. I was looking around when suddenly there was an alarm. We were under attack! I immediately headed into a small buiiding and took the stairs underground.
Underground was a tunnel. Now everything was red. Again, monochromatic, but instead of blue it was red. There were lights along the length of the tunnel and I assumed these were the source of the red colour. I had to go along this tunnel towards the pyramids.
In this dream, I was in a small 2 or 4 seater airplane. I was not the pilot, but I was in one of the seats up front. We were flying over the mouth of the Amazon River. We flew down over the Amazon and the pilot informed me to look at the jungle. To my surprise there had been clear cutting of the jungle and there were factories all along the river.
The pilot said, "If this happens, the humans will have gone too far." He continued, "There will be no helping them and no way to save them if their greed causes this."
I wished this would not happen, but that the humans would be wise enough not to destroy this vital jungle.
I found myself floating toward my bedroom door. This sensation of floating or flying had somehow woken me up within the dream and I paid attention. I floated toward my bedroom door, which I always kept closed as a teenager.
On the back of the door there was a full length mirror attached. I was shocked to see my reflection! I was not shocked to see myself floating in the air, because I already expected that. What really startled me was that I was wearing my red housecoat, which I knew I couldn't be as I should have been in my pajamas!
This shock woke me up from the dream state and I was quite surprised I had been 'aware' of the fact that I was in a dream, while I was in the dream! How could that be possible?
A different night and I felt myself floating again. Once again, this 'woke me up' within the dream, so that I was aware I was dreaming.
Once again I floated towards my closed bedroom door. I did not see my reflection as I was focused on wanting to leave my room and explore in this conscious dream state.
Upon reaching the door I realized it was closed so I could not get through it. This frustration woke me up.
Upon waking up, I determined that I could in fact go out the door, as it was only a dream and not 'real'. I decided that if I had a dream like that again, I would exit my bedroom.
Once again, on a different night, I felt myself floating in the air. Again, this made me aware I was in a dream. I floated across my bedroom to my closed door, but his time I went through it. I floated down the hallway, past my brothers room, past the bathroom and down the short flight of stairs to the living room.
I crossed the living room towards the front door of the house. I reached the door and realized it was locked. I couldn't get out.
The dream ended and I woke up kicking myself. Why should the lock stop me? I got through my bedroom door, because it doesn't really exist in a dream. The same thing with the locked door. That should not prevent me from going through the door! I resolved that if I had another one of these 'waking dreams', I would go through that locked door, like I had my bedroom door.
It happened again. I found myself floating above my bed and this made me aware that once again, I was in a dream. I floated across my bedroom and through my bedroom door, as I had learned there is no door, it's only a dream. I then floated down the hallway and down the stairs into the living room. I reached the front door to the house and this time I knew the lock could not stop me, so I went through the door.
At last, I was outside and could go anywhere! I flew over the tops of the houses and streets. It was dark, night time and there was very little activity outside. I flew around until I reached Limeridge Mall and flew over the parking lot and over the mall.
I got bored with that, as nothing was going on, so I flew in a different direction. I could not figure out where to go or what to do next. The dream ended.
That was the last spontaneous floating dream I had. It wasn't until I was in my 20's that I discovered they were called Lucid Dreams. I don't know why these dreams happened to me in my teens. I can only guess it was due to spiritual work I had done in my past lives.
During my teen years I had a few odd experiences that at the time I did not understand. I don't remember precisely what order these things took place, I just know they happened at the same house.
My parents bought a betamax machine and rented movies for it every now and then. One of the movies they got was Close Encounters of the Third Kind. A very weird thing happened to me while I watched that. In the scene where Richard Dreyfuss starts creating a sculpture with his mashed potatoes, I got covered in goose bumps and my hair stood on end. I got a very strange, fantastical feeling rush up my spine into my skull. Only for that scene. It wasnt fear, it was something else, something I really can't describe.
Another time, it was night time and my friends and I were outside wandering the neighbourhood, when we landed back at my place. We decided to lay down on the grass and look at the stars on my front lawn. I couldn't do it. I mean, I did it, but only briefly because I felt like I was going to fall off the planet. I physically felt my body start to lift off the ground, so I sat up and stopped. I've never done it since.
For most of my teens I had the overwhelming urge to move, to leave, to run away. Yes, it was a toxic, dysfunctional homelife with my family, but there was something pulling at me. I wanted to go west and more north than Hamilton. I did not know where exactly, just that I had to go. I never did. I rationalized the dangers of doing something like that and just stayed put. Who knows what would have happened if I had or where I would have ended up?
My mother loved the native culture of North America. She and my step-father used to go to the Pow Wows at the Six Nations Reserve in Caledonia. One year, my step-father was working and could not take her. She decided to take me and my two younger brothers, so she wouldn't miss out on it.
We drove out there and walked around looking at the booths selling items. We got to see the Regalia the dancers wore. It was a new experience for us kids.
I don't know why, but I kept waiting for an elderly medicine man to approach me. I kept waiting to be recognized and welcomed somehow. I looked around and searched for someone, anyone, to 'see' me.
I sat in the stands watching the dances. I loved seeing the children all in their Regalia dancing and the women looked so beautiful in their dresses. It was wonderful to watch this celebration.
While I sat there, I wondered why no one recognized me. I realized they had forgotten how to 'see', that no one could 'see' me. I felt sadness at this. That they had lost this ability.
As we drove home, I was disappointed that no one recognized me or approached me to offer me spiritual teachings. I thought about this and wondered why I even thought this way? Where was this idea coming from? Who was I that they would recognize me? I must be crazy, I figured, so I decided to forget all about it. And that is exactly what I did. I completely forgot about this event until many decades later.
We went to other Pow Wows, but I had put all my foolishness behind me and no longer searched for anyone to 'see' me.
I bought a ouija board as a teenager and use to play with it with my friends or even by myself. I was always looking for answers and interested in the paranormal.
One evening my friend Kim was over and my parents had gone out somewhere. We decided to play with the ouija board and set it up on the kitchen table. I sat with my back to the front door of the house and she sat facing it.
We played for some time, when Kim suddenly looked up from the board and waved and said hello. I was like what are you doing? She replied that she thought my parents had just entered the house and walked up behind me. My parents had not returned yet.
I stopped playing then as I figured it was a ghost that had walked up behind me, as our place was haunted. It was very strange for Kim to have reacted that way.
*Just a word of caution about ouija boards: If you have no gifts or abilities of a psychic nature you could probably play with the ouiga board or similar activity and never run into any issues with spirits at all. However, if you have gifts of the psychic kind, be aware you could be dealing with something unpleasant or you may stir up trouble, so just be cautious and careful. Not all spirits are benevolent and there are tricksters out there. Negative spirits start off pretending they are good/friendly spirits but their true nature will come through eventually.