My extraterrestrial abductions story Part 6
You can read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5 here.
And so, by the end of March 2018, I was back in my log home, resuming my day to day activities on the shores of Atlantic Canada. I wish I could say that I was cured from my PTSD. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case. The only difference is at least now there was actual hope. I had reasons to believe that my symptoms, as debilitating as they were, weren’t necessarily a life sentence. So I clung on to that hope. But things got a little strange…
I started to have “experiences” at night where I would wake up outside of my body. And when I was out of my body, I could roam around in the house. Something peculiar about this was, that things were never quite the exact same as in my waking life. Like I could look outside the window, and I would see a tree that I know is not there in real life. It’s like I still had my memory and my mind was as sharp as it is during waking hours, except I didn’t have an actual body.
And from that space things got weirder. I would not only have out of body experiences more often, but now there was more things happening I couldn’t explain. Like I would hear animals running everywhere but couldn’t see them. Or I could see my mother, who had passed away the year before, but couldn’t talk to her. During these experiences, I was always lucid. I always knew my physical body was asleep in my bed and I was somehow just astral projecting. Then the ‘’beings” started to come…
I was asleep one morning when I heard a spirit telling me, “I am going to feel you”. Next thing I knew, I felt like a surge of electricity going throughout my whole body. But one morning I will never forget. I, again, left my body, but this time I was not only surrounded by spirits, but they were actually dragging me out of bed. I could feel myself sliding off and ended up waking up nervous.
I didn’t know what was happening. I thought I was going crazy. I was a construction worker, with a logical mind after all. Maybe I had picked up someone’s schizophrenia in the jungle, but the things is, at 37 years old with no prior hallucinations, it felt a little late in life for such a diagnosis. So I ended up calling a psychic, clairvoyant person. She told me she also had similar experiences. That I was being dragged into the spirit world. I panicked. Can they hurt me? Can they take my soul? I was entirely clueless.
The spirit world? Seriously!?! Now I had a decision to make. Do I actually start believing in this or just commit myself to the psychiatric ward? I ended up opting for the middle road, meaning, I would play along with spirits for a year, but a year only. If after a year, I was still just all alone in my log cabin, talking to myself, literally, then I would bow out and commit myself to much needed psychiatric help.
Ironically, as isolated as I was at the time, it didn’t take long to find other people with abilities. One evening, I received a call from my yoga instructor. She said Izzy, I know this will sound strange, but there are 2 psychic mediums doing an event tonight and my Guides told me you should come. Well, isn’t that odd? Turns out, in all my glorious post-traumatic introverted style, I didn’t have anything else planned that night, so I decided to go.
The people hosting the event were a couple from the U.K. They had quit their respective corporate jobs to ring Gongs in Nova Scotia. That night they were doing a reading session. It is essentially a group event where you pay at the door, sit randomly, and the psychic just starts telling messages from spirits to who ever she feels guided too. She did ended up giving my friend a reading, which I was actually fascinated with the accuracy. She also told me things. And that was that. I didn’t really understood until later why I had to be there but here it is…
It had now been 6 months since my return from the jungle and a friend’s significant other, we’ll call her Vanessa*, told me she would actually be interested in doing an ayahuasca retreat but didn’t want to go alone. She was wondering if I could accompany her. It felt right for me, and since I still had very much PTSD symptoms, I thought perhaps, now that I am familiar with the whole process, I would be able to actually go deeper with the medicine. I also kind of chuckle, remembering that during my very last ayahuasca ceremony, a little being came to ask me to come back. In retrospect, I was now understanding he KNEW I was coming back.
Then this is where something popped in my awareness that made me seriously question the reality we live in. You see, with all of this new introduction to the spirit world, my mechanical mind was still very much active. How does this work? What are the different spiritual beliefs across the globe? In my insatiable quest to understand this new world, I had begun to read a ton of books. Some about philosophy, mythology, and spirituality. I was learning about chakras, different psychic abilities, how it all fitted in various religious,spiritual and aboriginal groups. And this is where a booked called Keepers of the Gardens, by Dolores Cannon, found its way into my home.
Dolores was a past-life regression practitioner and this books details how a young men started remembering his past life as an extraterrestrial in different worlds and dimensions. As the book goes on, he not only starts experiencing more psychic phenomenons during his waking life, but he ends up discovering that he is still very much being visited by extraterrestrials. And now that he is more awake, he can actually communicate with them.
As I was reading this, my jaw dropped to the floor. I started remembering that night, that unforgettable night where I had woken up fully paralyzed, with an extraterrestrial looking at me. (Part 3) I had interpreted it as sleep paralysis at the time, but what if there was actually more to that night than I had originally thought? And now I am going to the jungle, again, to drink the most potent psychedelic in the world. Was this why there was a being at the end of my ceremony showing me I would be back? Could extraterrestrial abductions be the real culprit for my PTSD?
I had so many questions running trough my mind. One thing I knew for sure is, I didn’t want to just go back to the jungle without exploring this furthermore. A little heads up of what was to come was desperately needed. So I decided to research the couple from the U.K. whom I had previously met with my yoga teacher. Turns out, they were offering private sessions. I felt I could trust them so I went for it. And the information I received was beyond my wildest dreams…
To be continued…
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