[seervezex]

My spontaneous OBE’s happen most often just after the New moon.

Last night, After doing some healing, I manifested my desires to wake up often (to see if I’m dreaming) and also to remember my dreams and write them down. Then I did some energy work until I fell asleep, with my crown and Cranial pump thrumming.

I woke up at around 2am at the end of a mostly boring OBE, where I had been trying to visit this place that’s been in my mind for some time. It’s a landscape that I saw in a vision, but couldn’t finish the vision. Last night, I couldn’t visit it either.

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Upon re-entry from the previous OBE, I projected back out, into the small canyon in my backyard. First, I was irritated that I flew through this tree rather than around it. Then I was struck by the beauty of the moon above and wanted badly to visit it, but some force pulled me down equally as firmly as my desire to travel upwards.

So I surrendered to the experience and sat in mid air, in waiting. Only a moment later, a knotted, twisted, large oak tree appeared and drew me towards it by some seductive magic. I don’t know what kind of tree this was, only that it seemed ancient and mystical, and alive, and that there is no tree like this where I live. It seemed like it would have belonged in the faery realm. The air around it glistened as if it was made of magic itself, and the foliage seemed excessively green and vibrant, and perfectly dew-covered. A dense fog, that was more of a haze, surrounded this area. The door opened, and I stepped into the room inside the tree.

The tree was giving me some kinds of higher messages that were a little above my comprehension; they were in the form of symbolism, thoughtforms, feelings. There was something telling me that I had to be in the tree to get my psychic reading (?).

Either I was falling asleep or the messages were increasingly complex and I was interpreting them as abstract nonsense, but my experience was a complete fog for a moment…until the three women showed up. I don’t know what their purpose was, it seemed like they had one when they arrived, but the experience became increasingly sexual and that’s not what I wanted, so I reentered my physical body, downloaded, and projected once more.

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Stepping through the tree-door, I stood in a cityscape where a man waited for me in a brown 80’s style buick 4-door car, and he beckoned me in. In this industrial area, everything seemed wet from a recent rain, and the air was thick and heavy, and dull-colored, but it wasn’t raining. This place had a bleak and hopeless feel.

Pointing towards the sky, he said: “Look.” And I saw fleets of spacecraft passing very slowly overhead. He told me: “we normally can’t see them because they conceal themselves.” I observed one of the small space crafts, looking like a modern plane, spraying some stuff in the air that made the sky look cloudy, dull, less vibrant…I’m struggling to describe this.

As the sky appearance changed, so did the spacecraft disappear. The man said some more things to me, which I can barely remember, only as keywords, then he dropped me off at the tree-door.
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When I awoke, I had just enough willpower to scribble “3 OBE’s,” “Tree,” and “Alien Fleet.”

My heart longs to be back at that tree, for some purpose unknown to me.