In my dream, I was a demon before Jesus

[Midwinter Mist]

I just want to share something that I found interesting, not as such for interpretations.

Yesterday evening, I was lighting incense as I listened to music. When it was close to burning out, I held the stick and started to play about by writing letters with smoke, spelling out words to represent my feelings and calls to 'higher beings' to ‘end my curse’ (in whatever form it could be). I then put the incense stick back in its place and it ended up fading out at the same time as the last song I was playing.

As I prepared to sleep, I was managing to get myself into a relaxed state where I could begin to receive spontaneous images and voices, so I figured I'd take the opportunity to try and contact my spirit guides that way. I don't recall ever pulling it off that way before, but this time was different. I simply asked for a message from my guides and I so very clearly received the following message:

'Relax. Be yourself.'

I felt very strongly that it was legit, but then I wanted to follow it up. To relax and be myself is something I'd like to do, but I don't know how to relax in difficult situations. So, I asked how, but I couldn't get anything back.

As I started to relax again, I started to hear this unwanted sound. It was like a woman crying and sort of moaning at the same time and it made me really uncomfortable, so I quickly snapped from the relaxed state and, through remembering things others have said, I started to repetitively preach and imagine this white light/shield protecting me. I emphasised it, making it clear and precise - a shield of light, protective energy and purity. To be honest, I had actually heard a flew clicks and snaps around the house, which I do all the time and it seems to be nothing, although this time it actually stopped right after I 'created' this shield and spread it through the house.

That night, amongst my dreams, two stood out so very strongly and one of them involved speaking to Jesus and a plea to end my curse.

In the dream, there came a point when I left a building to this smoky space in which I could see a lot of gray - lots of concrete and broken stone. I was surrounded by dilapidated churches - lots of them. They were old and broken with windows smashed, broken concrete, holes in roofs and so forth. It was like hope and faith had once thrived here but eventually died, leaving the old to rot. Then, as I'd move closer to a church, I'd notice that beyond it was yet another in similar condition and I made the assumption that a church was rebuilt each time one was broken down, but again without cleaning away the old (I actually do this in my life, abandoning an 'old' to create a 'new' in my needs to restore my hope and faith in my life, but with this I leave the old remaining, having not 'cleared it up').

I had at one point considered to enter one of the churches as I drew up some memories, but changed my mind through fears as to what I might find in there. This also reflects my life as I'd rather keep away from the old. I always go back mentally, trying to gather the answers, but I still have a way of trying to build something new and use that to cover up what I don't like and hope the old will just disappear.

I then walked into a space which I believed once held another church, now gone entirely. The floor was wooden and cracked in the middle and it felt like beneath it was a hollow space (in the dream, I knew it was) as the wood would bend and bounce. For some reason, there was now a basketball net nearby and I considered taking a shot, but I worried that by jumping I would snap the wood and fall to my doom, so I hurried off. In my life, there's a lot of times where I don't take my shot at things through my concerns that it'll lead to doom and disaster.

There was also a point, by the way, when I looked at the churches and said 'maybe I should take a 360 degree, panoramic picture', but changed my mind.

Anyway, there came a time when I was bringing up my tears. I can't remember who or what it was but some 'being' guided me to this area at one broken church where I could speak to Jesus. It's not what I do in my waking world (I still to this day don't know for sure what to think about Jesus), but here it didn't seem to cross my mind. I got up and knelt on this weird platform/seat and began to pray. Then, I did exactly what was said to me that night, possibly by my guides - I decided to relax and be myself.

Having followed that advice, I was crying to the extreme with my problems coming to the surface through everything I tried to cover them with and I was begging for my curse to end, amongst other things. The tears became worse and my face became twisted and evil, as though the evil was being brought up to the surface from the inside after being buried for so long, but I don't recall it leaving completely. I can't remember too much more of it, but I was dangerously distressed, but Jesus was there and the one drawing out this evil. I was then seeing my own face from a different angle and my mind was so very cloudy. Quite simply, I looked like a demon in front of Jesus. My face had changed - it was pure evil. It really isn't a face you'd want to see, believe me, and eventually all I can remember is that I was walking away, leaving the area, but I can't be sure whether or not the 'demon inside' had been eliminated.

The other dream I mentioned was a highly complex zombie dream. It was quite impressive, but it is probably irrelevant to the rest of this topic.

[supertom]

I think you already know, its about bringing your shadow and hidden self to the presence of unconditional love and spiritual authority, let christ see all of you let the awareness transform your hidden self.

On a cautious note dont seek spiritual approval because its fear-based especially jesus' who seems to be your spiritual authority.