How can you describe an out-of-the-ordinary experience, without a lengthy explanation of your daily routines…? For the past couple of nights I’ve had trouble falling asleep. Scared shitless for some reason to let my mind cross over to sleep mode. Dooney found bugs to be the cause of that. Not 3D bugs – the other dimensional ones.
Everybody has lack of sleep from time to time, of course. No big deal. But this felt quite different. Maybe you appreciate the information, since we’re all pioneers in the etheric realm.
Four nights in a row I couldn’t sleep until 4 o’clock in the morning. Same pattern: at the point of drifting away to sleep, my brain turned wide awake again. Alert, scared. Where you usually find yourself visualizing memories or other events that happened during the day, my mind’s eye was totally blank. No images, nothing. Only this thought “Don’t go there”. Like fear was waiting for me on the other side of consciousness and I refused to cross over.
Of course everybody has worries sometimes, or emotional wounds that keep your mind from resting. But that wasn’t the case. I settled for bed totally relaxed. So I wondered if perhaps I had “burned my ass” doing some out of body work in sleep, the nights before.
The other thing was that – during daytime – all sorts of incidents were happening. Negative coincidences which related to my own thoughts. But in such a response rate, that it felt like manifesting my own fears instantly. Minor worries I mean. Like thinking “Don’t drop the coffee” and the next thing you do is stumbling and spilling it all over the place. Or “I am glad I haven’t seen this person for a while” and the next corner they’re suddenly there. Multiply that a hundred times and you’ll get the idea. It reminded me slightly of George Orwell’s room 101 (‘1984’), where people are tortured with their own fears until they give up their concept of reality?
Dooney and Don confirmed bugs can do that. They can alter reality to whatever fits their predatory agenda. Apparently they’re at the top heap of dung beings, which makes their effort to harass me a challenge I suppose. Anyhow, bugs fit the spiders, flies, beetles and flees that recently popped up out of nowhere in my presence a lot. And I mean “out of nowhere” literally here. I really questioned my sanity for that. Obviously time/space continuum can be bent. Never question your own observations, I’d say!
Slept well tonight. A neodymium magnet taped on my forehead, where the bugs had put an implant. And an ametrine on my 3rd for their cords. Images before falling asleep were back again and no subconscious fears kept me from drifting off. Part of me is sorry it ends here. For it was quite a lesson in learning reality isn’t what it seems to be and the power of your own thoughtforms. Perhaps that is what predators are here for…
P.S. – Programming an SP only seemed to increase the effects during this bug attack. Might relate to the thoughtforms being played with. Don’t know if this is always the case of course…