Thursday, February 9, 2017


I refer to this experience as "that thing in '92".   A very bland and casual phrasing for something so profound.  It's not been shared with a lot of people because I'm well aware of the possible reactions.  But I feel like I want to share it openly now.   I'm doing a cut and paste so some of the formatting might be off but I'll try to get it in order in the next day or two.  Too tired to do that now.    So, for the first time ever, being introduced to a wide audience, I give you "that thing in '92" -  the experience that changed me.  


In 1992 I woke sometime after midnight upon "hearing" my name  called.  I sat up in bed, quite fully awake, but, for some reason, did not get out of bed to   check my children.  A very odd thing for me not to do.  Instead, I sat there for a minute or two at which time a white mist   began to gather at the base of my bed.  The white of this mist had a quality that defies a  true description,  but one aspect that it was a very very strong and that it was a living light.  

 There was a consciousness of some sort attached to it . The best I can tell, the  communication that began to come into my head eminated from it or, at the very least, was filtered   through it.  At first it was a quiet presence, and calming. but then I began to get a much clearer sense of a "speaking"The communication was broad and involved.  I was told many things  and , at the time, understood the concepts somewhat fully (though I also recognized I   was limited )  After some amount of time (lord only knows how long - there seemed to be   a suspension of that sort of measurement) the mist traveled from the base of my bed  
over to the left of me and began to widen and lengthen - almost flattening out, in a   way.   It began to take on a rectangular shape, more long than wide, and the mist began to morph   into threads.  Seemingly millions of them, all interwoven.  The most fine, delicate threads   I have ever seen, woven into the tightest, most intricate pattern.  It was looking at an incredibly beautiful but also powerful and intense linen cloth.  Each thread pulsed with the same sort of life that I had felt from the mist.  A whiteness and a light that is indescribable.  Once the pattern was complete the communication stepped up in intensity and flow.  Soooooo many things were being put into my mind, as if downloading.  I can't begin to tell you how fast and furious it was and   how mind blowing (ha) , almost literally, it was.  At first I attempted to actually store the info  
consciously but was told by a calm voice that I would be able to understand and make use of it when it me time for it to be needed.  I knew very clearly that this was meant when I needed it  personally but also forglobal reasons.  One thing that I do remember is that I was told that the symbol of this linen pointed to the fabric that consciousness on all dimensions existed upon and within.  Everything touches everything and resonates throughout.  The light was love  but not warm fuzzy Hallmark nonsense or even familial love.  It is a force that is beyond all other forces and is so completely beyond our minds at this time.

Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, it was simply..... Gone.  I  felt the room take on a different feel as if gravity and time came back with a thud.  Like something shifted.  Sort of like coming outof salt water and back onto land. (weak analogy)

 I sat there in the same position for a few moments but then became  incredibly tired.  It was not any sort of normal tired.  It was like being drugged.  I heard a   voice tell me to lay down again and I did.  I began to drift off, trying to put things in order before I fell entirely asleep when, suddenly, a burst of heated incense was forced into my right nostril.  It was as if someone forced a billow full of church incense into my head.  I immediately snapped awake  yelling, "What the $*&@! was that!?"and before the words were out of my mouth it happened again in my  left nostril.
> At this point I was up and pacing and continued to do so until  
> morning.  It took a few days to
> calm down.   Things eventually went back to normal, in a way. 
> Soon after however, I noticed that my dreaming was taking on a new  
> dimension.  I had always
> been a lucid dreamer but this....this was different.   I began to  
> meet messengers.  Spirit beings would come
> to tell me things.  I was being shown astral maps. I was being  
> taught things - sometimes in a classroom,
> sometimes on a ship, sometimes in a small one room churchlike  
> place.   Sometimes I would see the
> visitors, sometimes I would only hear them.  I began to know things  
> ahead of time -  earthquakes,
> sicknesses, deaths, emergencies, etc.  I would have dreams of being in
>someone's body and become one with them in a way, and I would know
>where their sickness was.  I could also feel it.  And this would be with people
>that I didn't necessarily know directly, and also before they knew themselves
>that they were ill.  I began to feel people  

> intensely.   I could no longer be in
> groups because I could feel too much. (I've had a terrible time with groups of
>people since I was a child, but this took things to a new level.   I became incredibly aware of  

> the destruction of the planet and
> the horrific damaging way we were living, outwardly and  
> inwardly.  I became sickenly aware of the
> lack of connection to spirit and love.  I began to have waking  
> visions of destruction. Also visions of 3-D geometric designs.   I started
> receiving teachings about traveling within different dimensions.  I  
> have out of body experiences
> and, what seems like, a type of time travel.  I feel like an  
> entirely changed person.  My brain works differently.  I feel things differently.
>I can feel the earth.  Hear it.  The pulse of life in everything is so intense, the positive but
>also the negative.  My body resonates.   And with the premonitions, I don't always know
>something before it happens, but when I do, it's never wrong.   There's much more to this but
>this is the beginning of everything.

So that's '92.   The next post will be a message dream I had when I was 8-9 years old.  I guess it was like
the movie trailer to '92.  
Feel free to send email if you have a story to share that you don't want to share here, or if you're having
trouble with this comment system.   I haven't gotten to even looking further into disqus.


  1. BG: Thank you for telling your experience. Its far beyond anything I've experienced, but some of my experiences have echoes of what you speak of. I want to spend more time with it before I give you a longer reply.

    1. I'm hearing this more and more, that people are having experiences that are beyond this 3-D world. I think it's always been the case through the ages, but certain types of cultures dulled us or even closed us off to them. I also believe that there's a "quickening" happening. There's seems to be a shifting of gears.

  2. Wow, I lost my comment BG. This is my second attempt. What a mystical experience you had. I'm sorta envious of people who, like you, are attuned to
    a vibration that few can hear. My father had a sixth sense that he listened to. It saved his life numerous times during the war. Thank you for sharing your story and peace be
    upon you.