(Disclaimer: Some names have been changed to protect their privacy. Some information may be disturbing for some readers. Read at your discretion. 18+)
I found myself standing on the side of a road made out of cobblestone late at night. The ground was damp and the air was crisp. The only lighting were gas fired street lamps at the entry doors into other building structures. There was also one street light cascading down from above me. I’m not certain what kind of light it was. I didn’t look up to see it. I didn’t feel any physical sensations nor was I familiar with the area. All I knew was I felt as if I was supposed to be there.
Across from where I was standing was a pub. It was wedged in-between two buildings. One building was attached at either side of the pub. The pub looked like a little hole in the wall with merely a red wooden door and a large street facing window. The pub looked small from the outside. The area I was standing in reminded me of olden day England. Perhaps the last eighteen hundreds or early nineteen hundreds I suspect. You’d have thought the alleyway I was standing in would welcome the likes of one of England’s prolific serial killers, Harold Shipman, or the notorious Jack the Ripper.
As I looked to my left and then to my right I saw no one. With that I suddenly felt the urge to cross the narrow street and enter the pub. When I entered through the pub’s main entrance I found myself at the top of a four stair landing. I descended the four steps to find myself positioned next to the bar on my left. When I looked to my right I saw a long L-shaped red leather sofa inside a large lounge room.
Seated on the sofa was a tall dark haired man. He was dressed up as if to be attending some form of black tie event. Instead of a black tie, this man had a red tie on and a red handkerchief sticking out of his left chest pocket. He had one arm draped across the top of the sofa, and his other hand was on his lap. He looked straight at me and said nothing. The vibe I received from the man in black was authoritative and highly wealthy. He intimidated me and intrigued me at the same time. It seemed as though we knew each other without knowing each other.
No sooner did I see the man in black, a telephone rang. The ringtone reminded me of the old rotary phones that you had to put your finger in the selected number hole, then rotate the disk to reflect the number chosen. It was definitely an old school phone ringer.
The next thing I heard was, “hey, this is for you”.
A rather large woman, I’d say over six feet tall, with light brown hair and a strong physique, handed me the receiver of the old phone. I placed the receiver to my ear and said hello. All I could hear was “gibberish, gibberish, mumbling, then Michael”. I responded, “I think you may have the wrong person?”, to which the voice on the phone repeated the gibberish, mumbling and finally the name Michael. I then looked at the bartender and said, “the call isn’t for me”. The bartender, with her brown eyes, looked into my eyes and said, “are you sure?”. I responded, “yes. I’m sure.” The bartender then acknowledged by taking the phone receiver back from me whilst saying “alright then. You’re choice”.
I remember feeling confused by the bartender’s reaction to my rejecting the phone call. I didn’t stay focused on her long though. My attention shifted towards the pub’s bathroom. I walked towards the restroom and entered. Once inside I found myself in a room much larger than the pub itself. It was as if I entered the bathroom of a Luxury hotel. Fit enough to accommodate fifty people comfortably inside. The floor was marble looking. The ceiling was extremely high, at least two stories tall. There were bathroom stalls. It was in one of those stalls where I saw two women standing together.
One woman was wearing a white flowy dress. She also looked to be about eight months pregnant. She looked to be young. I’d say she reflected the same age I was at the time, which was my early thirties. The woman beside her had long brown hair, and stood about two inches taller than the pregnant women stood. She was wearing a light blue form fitted dress that fell to just below her knees. The woman in the blue dress seemed to have been consoling the crying pregnant woman.
I interjected the lady in blue by telepathically pleading with the pregnant woman. “Please don’t cry sweetheart. You are meant to be pregnant. You are a beautiful person and will be a wonderful mother. God blessed you with your baby for a reason. You have been chosen for the role of guardianship. Everything will be okay”.
As I said those words, the pregnant lady looked up at me from crying in her hands. The lady in the blue dress then backed off of the pregnant woman by removing her hands from the pregnant woman’s shoulders. I then reaffirmed once again, “God loves you. Your child and you are gifts from God”.
As soon as I said God, the lady in the blue dress whipped her head and stared straight at me with disgust. I then exclaimed “you are not who you say you are! You are a…”
I didn’t get the last words out of my mouth when the blue dress lady started to morph right in front of me. Her eyes started glowing red. Her dress shredded off of her like magic. Her head then morphed into a bald, scaly skinned, lizard-like thing. There were no visible horns, nor a tail that I could see. It did have sharp, jagged teeth that were discolored and animalistic looking.
When I telepathically declared that I could see the creature, the creature lunged at me. The walls in the bathroom started to cry blood. The floor started to form into a pool of blood. I became afraid whilst also stoic.
When I saw the blood streaming down the walls and pooling at where my feet were supposed to be, I knelt down. I then began to pray “I am a child of God. You have no power over me”. I repeated that affirming prayer three times. On the third prayer cycle, I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, the blood was gone. The creature had stood less than a foot from me. It looked me in the eyes with its burning red eyes, tilted its head, and smiled with its knarly teeth. I woke up to that image.
Upon waking from that dream the next day, I wasn’t really disturbed by the dream. I was more curious. I thought “what would make me pray like that? What would make me say I was a child of God? I didn’t go to church. I had no formal education on the topic. Yet, there I was, adamant and affirmative of my connection to God and all that is. Where did that knowing come from?”
I found it, and still find it, fascinating to say the least. I didn’t realize my curiosity was going to be explored even further the next night.
I found myself standing on a beach. The white sand was warm and inviting. There was luscious tropical foliage and a bluff extended out into the water. The sun felt warm on my body. I felt light and peaceful. With that feeling I took in a deep soothing breath. That was when the thing appeared.
Standing near the bluff on the sand was the lizard-like creature. It was the same devil in a blue dress. It started to advance towards me. At that same moment I felt dirty. It was as if smog came rolling in. Creating a slimy overcoat on the beautiful foliage and me. “I have to get away from this thing”, I thought. With that, I went into the water.
I swam as far out from the shore as I could. I then turned around to see the thing standing right at the water’s edge. Waiting for me to return to shore. I could see its glowing red eyes piercing right through me. It stood there with a smug look upon its face as if to say “you must return, eventually”.
Next thing I knew the sky turned a charcoal grey. A storm was rolling in. Lightening started to strike. Thunder started to roar. Then one by one, dead fish heads and torsos started to emerge from the water. There were fish with bulging eyes and only a skeletal body. Other fish had large mouths with sharp jagged teeth petruding outwardly. The water itself became rough and slimy. I had to do something. I found myself having to make a decision. Do I remain in the oily water with all the dead marine life, or do I go back onto the beach to face the demon head on? I didn’t have an answer so I prayed. I closed my eyes and thought, “I am a child of God. You have no power over me”. As soon as I thought of those words, I woke up from the dream.
When I awoke that morning I was disturbed. My curiosity for knowing to pray so naturally was still there. With that said, I didn’t understand why I was experiencing such a nasty adversary. I wasn’t someone who suffered from nightmarish dreams. More often than not I had pleasant or prophetic dreams. Dreaming of a potential devil rattled me at this point. I was afraid I was going to have to face it again. My intuition was correct. My fear was warranted. Night three was about to commence.
“I’m a child of God” was in my thoughts as I entered another dream state. I then felt myself float upwards with my eyes still closed. I could feel the sun’s heat upon my face once again. I could hear birds chirping. A sense of peace washed over me. I felt lighter, safe, and free. Even though I had my eyes closed and could see nothing, I felt as if I was floating on a bed of love without a care in the world.
“Open your eyes dear”, was the male whispering voice I heard. The voice was similar to that of my Grandpa Joe’s. The voice was so similar, I thought it was my Grandpa Joe. With that I opened my eyes. It wasn’t my Grandpa Joe.
Staring right into my soul, about six inches from my face was the glowing red eyes. It inched in just a little bit closer so that I could feel the heat of its breath and snarled “not so easy is it?”. I instantly panicked and woke up.
I was visibly rattled by that experience. I had sweat beads on my forehead when I awoke that morning.
“Yes Clair. That three dream sequence was disturbing for you. You were fighting oppressed energy. This energy has been circling your energy for quite some time. The influence of this energy created doubt in your authentic connection to all that is. It also created havoc in your perception as it related to your spirituality and morality.
Do you remember the dream you had of being in a hospital when you once again met the lady in a blue dress?”, Clairity asked.
Yes. Yes, I do remember.
It was right before Bill had announced his plan to move us to Halifax, Nova Scotia. Away from my creative business sanctuary, Tranquil Spirit. Once again, I found myself watching the walls cry blood.
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