Angela
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Here is the rundown of what took place.
In my dream I rose out of bed because I could sense something in my house (as I was aware of the whole house, except it looked like I was looking through thin linen or very sheer fabric)…when I came to the hallway, I pinpointed where it was and as I started to push it out with waves of my Qi I yelled at it over an over to “get the fuck out of my house, you have no right to be here!” and I rose off the ground the more intense the waves got. I pushed it through the living room wall and it took off from my house fast!
I couldn’t tell you what it was…I just know it was negative.
Then I woke up just drenched in sweat…now I don’t know the timeline from the dream to when my Son got up…I don’t know if this happened and then he got up or if he was up while this was taking place.
Let me just add…he usually just rolls his eyes when I put on a show about ghosts hahaha…though he says he doesn’t disbelieve…he’s just never seen anything besides this…so I highly doubt he was making things up…he isn’t like that….he tells the truth regardless of if he gets in trouble or not. (not to mention that he told me his story before I ever disclosed my own dream to him)
Also, I wanted to add, that I feel the previous dream we discussed where I was shown how to push things and manipulate things with my mind (though I could already do this somewhat and have “Qi blasted” something/someone 4 times now..3 in my house)…anyhow, I feel this was further instruction of how to protect myself and my loved ones looking back on it now.
I have no explanation for this for you, but a similar experience from when i was married. Well maybe similar, maybe not.
My ex husband was always an extremely heavy sleeper, hurricane katrina couldn't have woken him up. We also had (I still have him) a dog, a very mellow soul, never barked or raised his hackles or anything of the sort.
So in the middle of the night I am woken by the bed shaking, in my unconscious state, I would've compared it to an earthquake, but we dont really have earthquakes in Colorado. Also I kept hearing the phrase "my time is now". It was not coming from my husband. Once I realized there was something not quite right, I looked into his eyes, they were wide open and dark as could be (he has baby blue eyes) staring directly into the closet. He told me that his uncle was there, but it wasnt his uncle, it just looked like him. (his uncle had passed 10 years prior) I got out of bed, closed the closet door, and shoved a 9 drawer oak dresser in front of the door, and went back to sleep. The next morning, the dresser was in its usual place, the closet door was open, and my ex husband was still huddled in the fetal position on the bed, staring at the closet. My dog had placed himself between the closet and the bed, was staring in the closet and growling with his hackles raised.
Now, I think about this night often, I cant physically move that dresser myself. I was sleeping to his back, so how did I readily see his eyes? The dresser looked unmoved the following morning, but my memory says it was firmly in front of that door the night before. I brought in a Bruha (not sure of spelling here), in spanish the meaning is witch, but she performed a ritual on him with an egg, cleansed the house with sage and gave me further instructions to keep the egg under the bed overnight, in the morning crack it into a glass of water and immediately send her a picture of the egg. I sent her the picture and she came right over, she told me that since the yolk was solid like it had been cooked, the whites were floating on top of the water and there was a kind of ghosting effect in the water, that meant that there was some spirit that had a hold of him. She performed a different ritual, that made him smell like fresh tortillas, and told me he would awaken and to feed him whatever he wanted, no matter how weird the request.
2 days later he woke up, asked for chocolate ice cream with oreos and mustard. umm.... ok..... I fed him the disgusting concoction, he ate it like it was delicious, and then its like he forgot everything. He has no memory of this happening.