It was the twilight hour.
My consciousness was rousing from sleep…but not quite all the way.
I was enveloped in darkness. I couldn’t see anything.
I felt myself surrounded by beings. They had their hands on me, touching me.
Then pushing me.
The pushing grew more and more violent. I wasn’t quite conscious of everything that was going on; I felt drowsy. But the shoving started to wake me up.
Then I felt a hand slash my back. It hurt.
An image flashed through my mind – the image of a whip striking my back. This image often flashes into my mind during the waking hours, when I’m deep in prayer, wrestling with inner demons. I always try to breathe through the violence of the image and call upon the power of God.
So that’s what I did. I sang a song of power – a song gifted to me by the spirits. I used the song against my attackers, to try to drive them back.
They reacted immediately. Grabbing my throat. Shoving their hands into my mouth, trying to stop me from singing. The sound of my song became distorted.
I was surprised by the extreme aggressiveness of their reaction. Why did they want to hurt me? Why were they trying to stop me from freeing myself? Maybe I’d done something wrong. Maybe I should stop singing. Maybe I deserved their strikes and blows.
I kept singing. Forcing my song through their attacks, channeling love into my mind and heart.
My third eye started to open and the darkness began to recede. That’s when I really got scared.
I didn’t want to see them. I was more frightened by what I thought they looked like than the actual attacks. I thought I’d see demons or grey aliens looking down on me, and I didn’t think my mind could handle it. I’d rather shut my eye.
But I couldn’t do that.
I needed to be a warrior.
No matter how weak and pathetic and flawed I believed I was, right then, at that moment, I needed to be a warrior.
Or I was never going to be free. Ever.
My eye opened all the way.
I was in my room – the astral version of it, anyway – which is was overcast in a dark-grey hue.
But I didn’t see any horrific face staring down at me. In fact, I didn’t see anyone.
I was alone.
Then my actual eyes opened and I came awake.
I sat up in bed, breathing deeply.
I couldn’t see them, but I could still feel their presence.
I got out of bed and just stood, staring at the ground, running my mind over what happened.
Finally, I initiated communication.
I spoke to the spirits. They spoke back, and I listened.
What passed between us…well, suffice it to say, what happened to me was a lesson in courage and vigilance.
It was a lesson about standing up to bullies.
I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I threw on my backpack and went for a hike up to Sunrise Mountain.