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I didn’t start seeing this way until We were in college. We can thank all the whole pot smoking, artwork making and unsupervised shamanic work for leaving gaping holes in my feeling, attracting God knows what. I went to an art college or university in Aide, Rhode Island, an enchanting New England town packed with old buildings, background teaming with wayward spirits. For first I thought I actually was imagining what I actually was experiencing, but my trusty cats, Chica and Jesus (pronounced Hay-soos – they were Hispanic cats), always confirmed my ideas and experience with their behavior.
There were two experience that stood away. One night, I was reading on my understructure with my cats nap time at my feet. With out warning, your bed started out to shake. I stopped. I had no roommates and i also was completely still. There were no electronic, vibrating devices attached with my bed- at least at that minute. When something happens like that, it’s easy to go into doubt or denial as a safety mechanism. I thought to myself, “This bed is not shaking. ” Nevertheless I looked over to Jesus and Chica, and they had both awoken, their heads perched up, alert, eyes in a wide open stare. That they looked at me and evidently said, “The foundation is shaking. ” That they didn’t seem to be too cantankerous about it. “Crap, very well I think, “I guess the bed is shaking. We’ve must have a cat. ” By then I had been more irritated than terrified. There was a whole lot of pressure at college and i also do not have time to deal with this. I actually was not trained in sending waywards home, so I just went about my business as if it were normal. Simply because long as I don’t have to see nearly anything, I was fine. This kind of shaking went on and off for the next week and it halted. Perhaps my ghost was bored with my apathy.
My second experience looked an accumulation of stress, pressure and, lets face it, 4 yrs of only operating on the right, artistic and user-friendly side of your brain can make reality fold. This night, I was hanging at my favorite skater-boy’s downtown loft. While always, the evening got started off fun, and then it somehow advanced into a video game marathon for the fellas, and frustration for the girls. By some wonder, they tired of their marathon and we all crashed out at 3 AM. There were about 15 people. I was having a hard time sleeping, The more tired I got, a lot more conscious I was, until I used to be in some weird in between state where My spouse and i could see through walls-with all my senses. To my shock, through one of the walls I actually saw, experienced and sensed a friend of mine hooking up with my favorite skater boy! My own shock only emphasized my delirium. At this time I was standing up and the room filled with beings, maybe 5 beings per skater-boy, and the walls began to disappear. All of the zombie like creatures were coming towards me personally, trying to talk to me. I felt them in my body and panicked. My adrenaline expelled in and took over. I bolted from the apartment, frantically running through the streets of Aide at 4: 30 in the morning.