Hello! I never know how to introduce myself as I feel as if I often over share but I’ll try to have fun here.
Name: Arcas Crow
Age: 33
Sex: Male
Aries Sun, Libra Moon
Race: Spanish, Native American, Irish
I guess I should start by saying that I’m naturally inquisitive though quite cynical. From a very young age I was living in a world unlike my peers as my first supernatural experience happened around the age of 5 or 6. A figure dressed in long black robes entered my room one night. It wore on it’s face an expressionless white mask that seemed to glow. The figure approached my bed and as it squatted beside me the mask turned from pale to a kaleidoscope of patterns and colors. I don’t believe that it intended any true harm but it seemed (now) to be a trickster (for the lack of a better word) because once I closed my eyes for a while the figure was gone, no harm done.
A year, maybe two later I had other incidents occur pertaining to a classroom. Every day at story time we would gather 'round the teacher’s great big wicker chair and every day the floor in front of the chair would rise and fall as if it were breathing, as if some sleeping beast lay just beneath the carpet. I would ask my classmates if they could see it or feel it but of course I was the only one. The second incident occured during a disciplinary “time-out” session. As I sat behind the teachers desk in a corner something peculiar began to happen. I was picking at a staple suck in the carpet (for visualization purposes: different shades of gray, speckled, short woven fibers, that incredibly ugly pattern you’d find in any public building in the 90s. Something akin to white noise on an old analog television) when I noticed, in the carpet, what i thought at the time to be an Egyptian hieroglyph. And much to my amazement they were everywhere. Looking back on it now everyone must have thought I was nuts. My face was glued to the carpet as I crawled through much of the classroom. They were everywhere as if it were some great tapestry or stone edifice. After some unknown amount of time I remember them fading away, like patches of grass that wander too far into unhealthy soil, a little here and there but eventually nothing. Later that year during the book fair I purchased a book on egytpology and hieroglyphs thinking that’s what I saw but as I delved deeper I discovered that wasn’t right. What I saw and what the Egyptians were doing were similar but just not the same. It wasn’t until a year or two later that I discovered Mayan culture and their art seemed more accurate though by that time I couldn’t clearly recall. My intuition leads me to believe that it was of Central American origin but how can it be said with certainty?
Through these early experiences and perhaps through the openess of my father because of his own experiences, I had learned to be open to the hidden side of this world. And maybe, in a light, that acceptance allowed me to witness what is so-called hidden.
Much didnt happen in the way of woo for many years after that. My curiosity grew, i became curious about God and religion. I was asking if witches were real and omg I can’t believe there are covens lol. I chose to be Baptized though my family wasn’t at all religious. It was around 12 when my journey started. Through a somewhat newly acquired best friend (lets go with L) I started to learn about Paganism, mainly Wicca but I devoured any esoteric information I could get. Shortly after that another friend (we’ll call him T) was talking about a cousin of his. Great, unbelievable claims that she could communicate with spirits or in his words, “talk to the Dead”. So of course I had to at least lay eyes on this woman.
Eventually I met her (13 now) and found out that she could in fact “talk to the Dead” though now I wouldn’t call it that. She told me things that no one could have known, let alone her, about my childhood. Things about family members in another state. She mentioned, through channeling information from my grandmother, that a snake had been in my crib with me when I was a small baby. Random piece of information, never heard this before. But of course years later (2020) this was confirmed by a woman, randomly on her own accord, who was close to me during that time. She became something of a mentor. She taught me little yet so much. Let’s call her A. A believed that magick and ability came through knowledge. She wouldn’t share with me much of what she knew but she encouraged me to read about absolutely everything and discouraged nothing. I was frustrated at that lol but really she provided me with an invaluable ability. She allowed me to grow and gain unbiased perspective. To gain outside perception from the rat race that is dogmatic belief or ideas.
To continue chronologically. For some time L had mentioned that his house “was haunted”. I half believed him but there was absolutely something strange about it at night particularly around the hallway area. In the bathroom you got this overwhelming feeling that something was standing immediately next to you. Well turns out there was. His sister and I witnessed a three dimensional shadow walk from his room into the bathroom. I’m not one for dualism but the utter dread that pierced my torso at the sight is unforgettable lol. It was lanky, its silhouette uncharacteristically thin and strectched like taffy or a fun house mirror. But still imposing. Large, tall.
Let’s fast forward a bit. For maybe just attempt to summarize further experiences. I’ll continue to around the age of 14. By this time I was reading whatever occult information my naive yet witnessed mind was interested in. But by this point I had a firm understanding that there is something else out there, a different and very real world existed. And if it existed it could be explored, it could be lived in and that’s what i set out to do. I had an extremely close UFO experience as well as dated a girl (E) that could read minds. The same as A, E provided me with information that she shouldn’t have been privy to. E explained that it was looking into the soul through the eyes, they were the window. She said that her grandmother taught her from a young age, that the female aspect of her family had been witches for many generations. But of course I don’t think that was an uncommon claim during that time. Nonetheless the proof was in the pudding so to speak.
INTRODUCTION PT. 2
Before it gets away from me I should say that somewhere in all of this I was accepted the Spirit of Jesus Christ into my heart. I was “saved” and baptized again in a Southern Baptist church. I’ll never forget how I felt for weeks afterward. Looking back now I understand it as posession though then it was worded differently lol but thst experience further cemented my belief in the other. Anywho.
Life continued and it had it’s ups and downs. Events happened just like in anyone’s life but to stay on point of my inward journey. My inclination to study any and all aspects continued and I think eventually paid off. Lessons stopped coming in a religious sense and I was slowly shown Universal truths through the widely known painful awakening experience. I experienced loss and immediately met my twin flame. I was learning that magick and prayer were essentially the same energetically and that I was the creator. So slowly I stopped seeing the need for either. I started seeing 11:11 and the like. I realized that Jesus was talking about faith at face value. There essentially nothing special about what he was saying. You have to escape your own hell, spiritually and psychologically; turn the other cheek, give to Caesar what is Cesar’s. And above all love and have faith as much as a mustard seed. Some aspects of this aren’t easy, for me at least, but maybe that’s the whole point of my current incarnation. I don’t believe that I chose anything but difficult but that could also be my limiting beliefs.
Anywho. This is where I am. Awake and exploring the grandeur of autonomy and the important, soul nourishing lessons that come with it. For years I’ve questioned who is behind the numbers and in turn this never-ending awakening process. I’m chosing my words carefully here as I don’t fully understand how these processes work (part of why I’m here 
) but I’ve been led to believe that it’s Metatron or Lucifer. Possibly both? Maybe I play some role?
With this long winded introduction I have tried to state a case so that I may make some sort of plea, appeal, petition or request. For me, life has shown an incredible journey. One that is very real in the sense that my perception on the nature of existence has been provided and validified by forces outside of myself. All I had to do was the homework. But I’ve come to an impase in my quest to find out who is behind the numbers. I’m not sure who to trust on the subject. So that’s what brings me here.
Any quick advice on the subject would be greatly appreciated but I don’t want to run the risk of having a discussion in the wong thread. I’ll be here for a bit in the threads. Here’s to happy interactions.
You can ask me anything, I’m generally an open book. I’m not shy of constructive criticism or questioning of my world view. I love healthy debates for the sake of understanding the roots of a subject. I love to make friends though I’m shy of deeper connections. I try to connect with people intellectually though my emotions run deep. I believe in building a better world for all and unrelengtingly believe that it can and will be done. I’m optimistic though do not ignore facts. My opinions and beliefs can change rapidly.
I could go on and on but maybe this is a good stopping point. See you guys around
