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This is an intense missive, and I feel a little tense just thinking and typing this out, so please bear with me. I feel a burning sensation in my forehead; this has grown far more frequent in recent times, and now sometimes stays for hours on end, which has greatly increased my psychic awareness. This is my uplink; this is my third eye! But...this is only a hunch. I am fearful of being mistrusted here, but I shall say my truth anyway:- I see beings following people around my home town, but they are almost imperceptible, like fleeting shadows of vapourous ghosts. I've seen them when a woman lights a cigarette. I've felt their heavy presence when I've lit one up myself. I've caught a glimpse of them as a customer stammered and stumbled over his words in the shop where I work. They appear almost skeletal in outline. When people twitch, or scratch, or make a sudden involuntary movement, I percieve their presence. They delight in our misfortune! They are the "Gray" area between the Heavens and the earth. They are an electromagnetic ploy to fool me into believing I have seen the real thing....these are my two potential readings thus far. This has been going on for quite some time now, but strange things are afoot in deepest Wales.
This has affected my ability to converse with people in public withouit appearing a little fey, or spaced out to the more pejoritive sorts. Almost all forms of day to day tasks now take an almost monumental effort, but with that effort, these struggles, which I percieve to be attacks, can and do subside. All serious conversations have now the added dimension of being a psychic grudge match, wherein there seems to be some form of feeding process at play. I imagine some denizen of entropy peering down with his searing third eye of fury viewing our miniature squabbles with demonic relish, saying, "Welcome to my maze! Useless at my game, aren't you? Useless!". I now suspect that there is an unveiling of a sort being experienced here, in little Pembrokeshire, but I am not so foolish as to presume that this is not and has not been going on everywhere for goodness knows how long, but I can only relate what I see, what I feel, and what I sense. It is something heavy, and it could well be something negative. Sometimes I wonder if I haven't been implanted with something to drive me to some state of visual delirium, and this would be a compulsive argument were it not for the sheer tenacity and purity of focus which emerges during these times when the eye burns. But I need to be objective here; this is merely a stepping stone, a glance into my own inner potential, and an insight into what potential guides may have as advice for me, for this is how it feels. This mortal coil has become self aware as a recieving device, which must now focus upon that which it chooses to recieve. Recieve in order to give is all I choose to do from here on.
I feel both blessed and a little cursed. Psychic attacks have intensified, as I stated in my previous post. I sometimes dread going to sleep at night, yet it is never as bad as those fears, which may be a clue in itself. Memo to mind:- accentuate the positive, and "mind" how you go!
I cannot help but feel that this may be a form of psychic flukery on my part, because how can you know that this sensation is the real thing?
I used to smoke a fair amout of spliff, and after many years my psychic awareness became partially visual, yet it seemed like I was in the process of remembering something which I saw in my childhood, and also some incredible memories of infant out of body experiences were stirred. I also tried mescaline many years back, wherein I saw nine feet tall transparent humanoids in a little communal cottage I shared in the New Forest. They said something to me that night that almost made me split my sides with laughter, but I cannot for the life of me recall what it was in fact that they said. I should also say that I had no witnesses to these visual delights, but most of my friends, both past and present, are perhaps a little less alert than the minds I have witnessed on this forum, so I have not pushed the subject as heavily as the "spider" incident of 2004, which lost me many friends, and made me a target for a few secret society sorts.
Anyway...."something" is definitely going on in sleepy Haverfordwest, which frowns on smoking, delights in making people struggle with verbal cognition, occasionally drags the feet of those who walk to stumble, and I suspect would like to remain a permanent part of our lives, whether we awaken or not. The weather has been abnormally hot, even when cloudy, and many sharp cats around town seem less lucid than usual. We're getting many tourists at the moment, which should be a breath of fresh air before I leap off for London soon, because I need to see if the vibes are as wierd and as wired (synchronistic words?) away from this cloisterd town.
So, is anyone else recieving the burning sensation in the third eye region, or am I once again disappearing off into astral palookaville?
Your honest responses would be heartily appreciated. Peace out.
This has affected my ability to converse with people in public withouit appearing a little fey, or spaced out to the more pejoritive sorts. Almost all forms of day to day tasks now take an almost monumental effort, but with that effort, these struggles, which I percieve to be attacks, can and do subside. All serious conversations have now the added dimension of being a psychic grudge match, wherein there seems to be some form of feeding process at play. I imagine some denizen of entropy peering down with his searing third eye of fury viewing our miniature squabbles with demonic relish, saying, "Welcome to my maze! Useless at my game, aren't you? Useless!". I now suspect that there is an unveiling of a sort being experienced here, in little Pembrokeshire, but I am not so foolish as to presume that this is not and has not been going on everywhere for goodness knows how long, but I can only relate what I see, what I feel, and what I sense. It is something heavy, and it could well be something negative. Sometimes I wonder if I haven't been implanted with something to drive me to some state of visual delirium, and this would be a compulsive argument were it not for the sheer tenacity and purity of focus which emerges during these times when the eye burns. But I need to be objective here; this is merely a stepping stone, a glance into my own inner potential, and an insight into what potential guides may have as advice for me, for this is how it feels. This mortal coil has become self aware as a recieving device, which must now focus upon that which it chooses to recieve. Recieve in order to give is all I choose to do from here on.
I feel both blessed and a little cursed. Psychic attacks have intensified, as I stated in my previous post. I sometimes dread going to sleep at night, yet it is never as bad as those fears, which may be a clue in itself. Memo to mind:- accentuate the positive, and "mind" how you go!
I cannot help but feel that this may be a form of psychic flukery on my part, because how can you know that this sensation is the real thing?
I used to smoke a fair amout of spliff, and after many years my psychic awareness became partially visual, yet it seemed like I was in the process of remembering something which I saw in my childhood, and also some incredible memories of infant out of body experiences were stirred. I also tried mescaline many years back, wherein I saw nine feet tall transparent humanoids in a little communal cottage I shared in the New Forest. They said something to me that night that almost made me split my sides with laughter, but I cannot for the life of me recall what it was in fact that they said. I should also say that I had no witnesses to these visual delights, but most of my friends, both past and present, are perhaps a little less alert than the minds I have witnessed on this forum, so I have not pushed the subject as heavily as the "spider" incident of 2004, which lost me many friends, and made me a target for a few secret society sorts.
Anyway...."something" is definitely going on in sleepy Haverfordwest, which frowns on smoking, delights in making people struggle with verbal cognition, occasionally drags the feet of those who walk to stumble, and I suspect would like to remain a permanent part of our lives, whether we awaken or not. The weather has been abnormally hot, even when cloudy, and many sharp cats around town seem less lucid than usual. We're getting many tourists at the moment, which should be a breath of fresh air before I leap off for London soon, because I need to see if the vibes are as wierd and as wired (synchronistic words?) away from this cloisterd town.
So, is anyone else recieving the burning sensation in the third eye region, or am I once again disappearing off into astral palookaville?
Your honest responses would be heartily appreciated. Peace out.