On 4/21/21 I had one of my notoriously weird dreams, but only a short frame of it matters the rest of it is for me. During the part that matters, I was in a house I do not recognize and I somehow received a knowing, that told me it was time for me to stop skipping days. It was time for me to do some sort of magic everyday, even if it was super minor. I immediately remembered that Oh yeah, I’m working through the Angels of Omnipotence by Tempest and the sigils are all super quick and easy to use. I opened my book and the name I saw at the top of the page was Ariel. I paused with my finger just under the name, No, that’s not right there’s one whose name starts with A and makes me think of streusel but this angel isn’t in the book.
Odd right? Well I’ve not really worked with the angel Ariel, but I figured if they were looking for me I’d project to them and find out what they wanted. On 4/22/21 prior to sleeping, I attempted to do just that. I thought I failed, slept got up and did my normal bullshit. But 4/22 isn’t just any day for me, it’s a day that has history and the shadow was calling my name hard the entire time I was awake. Considering it was the ShadowMaker’s birthday, I assumed it was probably nothing unusual and fck him since he couldn’t respond to a check in about a month and a half ago.* Or at least that was the attitude I wanted to have, tried to have and failed to have when I went to bed.
Instead of going to bed, I decided it was time to get some closure on this bullshit life and laid down with the intentions of projecting to the ShadowMaker this morning. I’ve successfully done so on the occasions where it mattered because he needed to share something, the ones where it mattered to me so I had high expectations about what I was doing and where I was going. I opened my personal gates, and called to my shadow friend to help guide me.
I was pretty legitimately surprised however, that after my normal first failed attempt and trip to the bathroom, that I had only been laying there long enough to trance out when there was banging on my door. I got up, opened it the door and there were a bunch of kids there. My landlord evicted my only neighbor last week, and his son has been going through my apartment, out my half of the balcony and entering that apartment from the balcony, in order to clean that apartment up, so it wasn’t odd but I was annoyed. I didn’t even realize I didn’t recognize any of the kids, I just let them know I was sleeping, this was the only time they were walking through and I laid back down.
Just to have it happen again, but suddenly these kids think my space is there space. They are younger than my kids and younger than my landlord’s son, so I’m not sure how I didn’t put it together or notice the weird little difference in the apartment, but soon I was running a young girl out my bedroom and angry that she’d opened a suitcase full of sparkly clothes. I had already made it clear I wanted to nap and she was getting shit out.
I ran the little girl out the balcony door, just to find myself arguing with a kid who had plugged in an Xbox where my son’s PlayStation normally is. I was so angry that he didn’t ask that I started ripping plugs and tossing that shit on the floor. Somehow none of it busted into pieces and I noticed I had no idea where the PlayStation was but… I didn’t care because how dare they think they could use my shit without asking.
Then there was a woman, and I told her she needed to get the kids out, take that suitcase of fckig sparkly dark blue clothes and she asked about getting the rest of the things. I walked into the bedroom and I was like yeah, needs to happen but I need a damned days notice, and I walked around the room pointing out this is part of it, this is my sons etc and then stated again I needed a day to drag it all out into the other room and have it ready to go.
Weird right, one would assume at this point I was sleeping but I laid back down under my snuggly warm blanket and got cozy, then things really got weird.
Suddenly, there was a guy with me. Skinny, not much taller than me and strangely, someone who I had met while dreaming the day before. He was disappointed I wasn’t on my period because sex is better when woman are, commented about the day prior and then I was like wait, I am projecting aren’t I? It was the only thing that could explain the differences in my environment I’d been ignoring, the only thing that could explain this man that I didn’t know, showing up and knowing me. He was pouty that I was cleaning and the beds were all apart in my daughters room and I told him about how my bedroom was still together.
Instead of going to the bedroom we ended up sitting on the couch, that was across from the couch I was actually on. It looked like a duplicate and I was like, this is kinda weird you do know I’m projecting right or dreaming? That was when he told me he knew yesterday, the first time. It was my energy, it was stronger, more noticeable, my energy is vibrant and it really stood out to anyone on this plane and I was easy to find when I re-entered the plane.
Say what?
Things got real weird for a minute, because I was back on the other couch cuddled into him but there was a woman at our feet. She was acting like she was me, and he was straight up Look, Idk you, but I know her, as he pointed at me. I remembered then I was projecting, was relieved because for a moment I thought I was the one out of place but then I was jolted back to the couch again under my blanket, almost like I’d been up and exerting myself too long.
Then I decided to walk down to check the mail, once again forgetting I was projecting. The stairs were different. Really indescribably different and there were several landings. When I got near the bottom, there was a machine/computer thing hanging from the ceiling and it said, You are admirable for your strength and your courage Keteriya, It’s 11pm say nothing everyone is sleeping. Okay, she used my name and it was a she.
Next I find myself under the damned blanket on the couch, facing the back of the couch just like I had been when I laid down to project… but there was a man in my apartment and he a hard-on, for arresting me. I recognized him and I remember running from him, and mostly I remembered I didn’t do any of the things he was accusing me of. But he had some where machine like handcuffs and they prevented me from returning to my body since I was projecting. I remembered those too, and when he gave me a weird looking recording device to take my statement, I started talking about that stuff, after I moved it closer to me to make sure it could pick up my voice and figured out how to operate it better than him.
I talked about how I’d never done anything intentionally wrong, I wasn’t even from this plane, I was just projecting and every time I’ve crossed paths with this guy, he’s accused me of stuff I didn’t do, chased me, tried to lock me up, and put me in these weird handcuffs that won’t let me return to my body and guess what, I have to do that because I’m not from this weird assed plane…
Then there were others that I recognized but didn’t know. He clearly couldn’t see them, but removed my handcuffs and told me to go. I knew I was projecting so I ran out the balcony door and found myself in a backyard that doesn’t exist. I thought well, I’m projecting so the maneuver that allows me to fly during dreams should work here… And then I failed to fly, and sorta tripped and it was like everything spun for a minute, until I found myself in a deep creek.
The two that had freed me were just ahead of me, but the guy hunting me, was just behind me. I must have been too loud as I went nearer the two that I knew were safe, because suddenly they dove under water and dragged me with them, leaving only a small portion of my head not covered in the water and I thought that was odd, my hair was up and surely that would stand out. The guy however was giving me like a piggy back ride, till all took off running because the one chasing us had spotted us.
I asked the guy who had been giving me a ride, why can’t we just teleport away or something? I Swear I’m still projecting if not dreaming so I don’t understand why we don’t just teleport to some other fantasy land or something. He told me were going to indeed port, but not teleport. I didn’t really understand and just stayed on his tail, not wanting to be captured again.
We eventually ran up on the creek bank far ahead and the nice guy had some sort of bag thing, that looked similar to my cat/ferret tunnel. He told me to crawl in and I did, but I didn’t understand why till I had wiggled my way towards the back of it, and I could see a door in the fabric. The nice guy was still spreading it out but he started screaming at me to open the door and go, so I did. I had a hard time wiggling through the door, it was too small, but then I was on the other side.
I could see them and the bad guy, but they couldn’t see me. I wasn’t sure where the landscape I had been looking at through the door before I’d wiggled through it went, but I was on the other side.
At least until I fell back into my body feet first. I rolled over and grabbed my phone, I’d been gone about two hours, which is pretty normal for a projection. I was kinda happy, because while I didn’t go where I intended I learned a lot of weird shit, though there’s a lot of weird shit I don’t understand too.
Mostly a lot of shit I don’t understand but the whole me standing out because my energy is different and stuff stood out, meeting someone that could track me based on my energy stood out. The fact I still only can control myself in short burst before jolting back to where I am projecting from, stood out. I’ve encountered that before, where it happened faster and faster and eventually I couldn’t stay without help. So progress, because I didn’t need help to stay and there were just a lot of oddities that I don’t know what to do with atm but damned got my magical stuff done for the day and off to sleep where I am safe, with a smile, was where I went next.
I know it seems almost off topic, other than I opened my personal gates this morning but it’s also notice to myself that I need to get back to work on my necromantic projects, and more often than my current pace. I also found myself chuckling because I remember @anon39079500 telling me about how it had become clear to him that he needed to do something magical everyday, even if it was small- a few months ago. I giggled at him at the time, but seems it’s my turn lol.