About 10 years ago, I was living life day to day like most everyone not thinking about death just working and worrying about food, bills, mortgage— you know, the usual stuff we think about. I was transitioning from service technician into sales and I started having very vivid dreams; what I now know to be lucid dreams. Well, this one particular dream was happening every night for about a week, it seemed as if I was watching a recording over and over. It was the same exact dream every night: the dream was about flying just above the tree tops about 25 mph but I was covering more ground than possible at that speed my arms were spread wide open and I was heading north. I knew I was heading north because after awhile snow started to appear on the ground. When I finally got to my destination I was standing on the shore of a huge lake that seemed to be the beginning of a river, there was snow capped mountains off to my right and the most beautiful scenery I could have ever imagined. I remember talking to someone and them telling me that I was not ready. Then, right after those words were spoken I was rushed back— as if sucked back into my body and I awoke. This happened many times over a 2 week period. I had this urge to be ready for what I did not know. I just knew that I wanted to be ready.
A week or two passed and I was late for work driving south and I decided to take a road off the main highway through the country, one that I had never gone down before but knew that it was a possible shortcut. As I was driving, I felt this wonderful feeling of being alive and noticed all the flowers and trees as I drove; being late was the last thing on my mind. I was staring up at the trees and the sky and this ball of light started flying towards me from very far away and in a flash it entered my body through the car and it felt as if someone had just taken a huge bottle brush and cleaned out my insides, “my soul”, with joy and love. At this time I had never really thought about my soul or anything like that. I was just going about my normal day to day life. Well, when I got to work (on time as it turned out) and I started trying to tell my co-workers what just happened to me, they just looked at me like I was crazy. They wouldn’t even let me finish. After work I decided to hit a church and talk it over with a pastor; they should know what this means right? This is un-freaking believable— I get to the church and asked to speak to the pastor. I tell him what had happened to m and he acted as if I was crazy too, asking me if I had been doing drugs and so forth. Needless to say I was very disappointed. I figured maybe he was the one that was crazy. They speak of all the amazing things God does and how he comes into your heart and so on, but when it actually happens they can’t believe it. What kind of hypocrisy is that? That week I went to 7 other churches of all denominations just to see if any of them felt right to me; not all of them were in such complete disbelief, but still none of them resonated with me. The last one I went to was a church that I had worked at before hooking up their fire alarm and I became close to the pastor during that time because he had a similar past as me. Well, even he didn’t have an explanation for me; they all were saying the same thing “look to God.” Hello, a large ball of light just penetrated my body and cleaned out my soul and you people are telling me to look to God and that’s it? No explanation of how it happened. He did give me a bible and I read a little bit, but that as well left me feeling empty. After such disappointment in the reaction from the churches that claimed to know God, eventually this great feeling about that experience faded away.
As time passed I would have a memory of that moment pass through my mind and feel good and grateful to be alive. This would usually happen as my family and I gathered at the dining room table for dinner. I remember telling them “Can you feel that? The feeling of being alive?” They would just look at me and say, “Oh boy, there he goes again” and would laugh it off and we would continue to eat.
A year went by and one night after leaving our friends house I lay down in my bed and my mind was awakened with the sight of an infinite universe going on forever, repeating itself, and changing just slightly each time. After this happened I knew I had to get to the bottom of it and get some answers, this sense of urgency came over me, so I start watching shows and videos on online about the Universe. At this time it had been two years since we disconnected from cable TV and we only watched certain shows online… Television Programming is just that— “Programming ” and I feel that removing that from my life is what led to what was about to come.
My obsession with finding out how everything works took me into the deeps of this world and I traveled “deep down the rabbit hole” almost to the point of no return. First, it was about space, then it went to quantum physics, next it was Illuminati and how the world is controlled by a small group of people. This outraged me, the discovery that I was a sheep in their game of life, not even knowing the darkness of these people. Next, came all the singers and super stars and how they must be connected to the Illuminati and how most were killed just before coming out to the public about the Illuminati. After that, the rage in my heart could not take any more and I came across David Wilcock, The Pleadians, and the Galactic Federation of Light: Meditation, Chakras, raising your frequency, and a lot of post about “all are one.” This brought my awareness of love to a new level but it was all so confusing and everything seemed to contradict one another. I couldn’t take it anymore; I WANTED TO KNOW THE TRUTH and I didn’t care what it was, I just wanted to know, I had to know the truth.
The date was 12-4-11. My wife was away at her sister’s for the weekend for a baby shower. I had been feverishly searching the web all weekend long trying to find the answers and yet all I got was more contradicting stories from every outlet that I came across. By the end of the weekend I came to believe that if I raised my frequency I would match the frequency of the world I wanted to live in. Well this is somewhat true, but what I had imagined could be far from it. That night I lay down in bed and said to myself, “I’m going to do this, I’m going to open my chakras by raising my frequency”… I was ready.
So I put my head down on my pillow and stilled myself and tried not to think of anything. I focused on the ringing tone in my head (which some people call tinnitus, I now call it “static of the cosmos”) and after 20 minutes of nothing happening I almost gave up, but I thought to try raising the tone and see what happened. I discovered I could do it pretty well as I had been practicing this for about a month. I got to the point where the tone coincided with a vibration I felt coming from my feet working its way up my legs. The tone was very high at this point and to be honest I got a little scared as to what might happen. So, I stopped and promised I would do it again tomorrow when my wife was there to watch me to make sure nothing bad happened.