Throughout my teen years, I would have frequent meetings with the sliver man in my dreams. He never spoke but would give me elaborate demonstrations on how to use this light which he would channel from the ground.
He would teach me how to remain calm and serene whilst performing movements that were like martial arts but like dancing. He would show me how to do them slowly, And how to channel the light through these movements, and then to speed them up and even how to use them to fight.
The emphasis was on remaining peaceful, still and breathing and flow with the energy. I was shown that using force or aggression could turn the energy back onto yourself and harm you, harm others around you.
There was great discipline and responsibility in handling this light, but as I progressed through one lesson, I was shown how to use it in various others ways.
I was gaining control of my dreams and could interact with things in my dreams and even change and manifest things in them. Even without being in the blue dreamscape and without the presence of the silver man.
I would wake up from a dream and then go to school or college that day remembering what happened in the dream, and look forward to going back to sleep that night as I could pick the dream where I left off and continue with it.
This increased power in my dreams carried on into my waking states, I was not doing crazy and powerful things in my waking state but my imagination was more powerful, and I could visualise things to music stronger and better. I could sync images and visuals up to music in my mind, and then It was like I could let the visuals run, and play on their own with very little interaction from me, unless of course, I wanted to steer the direction of them in a different way. It was so much fun.
I could also run further and lift more repetitions of weights using my imagination.
If I was running and was very tired, in the mindset of wanting to give up and stop, I would imagine my lungs and my legs turning to light, and this would help me carry on running.
As with my weight training, if I was struggling with reps and had no one spotting me, I would imagine the silver man spotting me and helping me lift them. It was a case of mind over matter, and this spread out into over avenues of my life, boosting my confidence and willpower.
But sadly this all came to an end when I had my first UFO experience. After that I was ill, delirious, I felt broken. My mind was like hell and did not know what was going on. I lost all confidence, I have to admit I lost all sanity and sense of self and personal power.
After the UFO experience my waking state and dreams were haunted by nightmares again, there was no silver man, no control of my thoughts and dreams, and this devastated me. I was hearing things, seeing things in my waking state, and coming over in waves of nausea and paranoia.
It was hell….
Moving on many months after my UFO experience, I was having what seemed like out-of-body experiences. I would wake up being pulled around my room, by what I can only describe as red electricity/lightning wrapping around my whole body. I would be flying around the bedroom, being pulled by this red electricity and as I would reach out to grab hold of things like a table, my hand would go right through it. I would focus all my energy on my hand as if to make it solid as to grab something. Most of the time this worked. I would be getting dragged around the room, chaotically scrambling for things, my arms would go through them or the floor, and I would go through walls and solid objects, as my real body was lying there in bed. I would try and claw through the air and get back to my body, and sometimes if I manged to grab a solid object, or connect to my body by focusing on my hand and knocking my real body, I would all of sudden wake up with a jolt! Only to then be greeted by voices and visions of things moving around the room, translucent figures, dark moving orbs or clouds of darkness that would jolt around the room. It was often like the screens as described in my first UFO encounter, but they would be in the waking world. It was hell.
I woke up one night after an out of body like experience nightmare and sat up in bed. I looked at the things moving around the room. And a voice said “Focus”
The voice told me to focus on the things I was seeing and to try and merge them into a single point, try to control them. So I sat there watching things move around and tried to move and shift their size and shape the same way I used to do with things in my imagination or dreams. It was extremely hard, but I managed to condense things together. I was like pulling all these abstract visuals to the centre of the room, rather than them darting around everywhere.
There was now like a vortex of colours and shapes flickering in the middle of the room, the voice told me to focus again, and the vortex began to morph into a shape. I watched as the shape and colours began to shift into the form of a tiger, a psychedelic tiger was walking around my room. It paused and turned and looked at me, it was not threatening at all and then would sit there all regal and powerful. It felt like all the chaos, all the energy that was flying around me was condensed into the image of the tiger.
The voice told me to go back to sleep, I led down with this tiger still there, and would just look at it, watching it shimmer and distort slightly as it just sat there, until I fell to sleep.
