Dismemberment

[Guest guest]

I have had this happen to me. I started my laying meditation and

about two plus hours into it I saw my heart beating about twelve

inches above my face. I work in the medical field and have my own

stethoscope. The bell of my stethoscope was on my heart and the ear

pieces in my ears. I could see and hear my own heart beating. I

thought " this is something " . Atleast I know I'm still alive. In my

peripheral vision I could see my body parts moving away from what I

know should be my body. At that time I knew I was being rearranged.

I thanked who ever they are for distracting me from seeing the

dismemberment. It was wonderful to know I was still alive and didn't

feel any fear or pain. I'm very fortunate to have these wonderful

spirit guides taking care of me. Just a few nights ago once again in

my meditation I had this white bone, shaped like a rounded arrow

about three inches wide and six inches long go up the back of my

neck into my head. The thought of this makes me cringe but I didn't

feel any pain. I did hear lots of loud cracking splitting movement

as the arrow widened my neck three times. One time after another but

yet I didn't feel any pain and didn't have any fear about it. I am

very visual and see things as they happen. I don't think about what

I'm seeing. I just observe and evaluate after my observations.

 

BB

[Guest guest]

This is one of the final preps for the flow. Sometimes things need to be

changed. This can happen to each of you receiving Shaktipat so be advised, and

no your not going insane, your " becoming " . Take Tara's message to heart she is

your example. Just remember " Dismemberment is a good thing " - chrism

 

tara_tuttare <taratuttare wrote: Chrism, and all --

I don't really know how to describe what happened tonight. I still can't

make my fingers become a part of me enough to type.

 

I had an anxious, agitated feeling inside all day. The blissfull K strokes

gone, and in her place an angst. I called my friend to talk, tears coming

talking about how hard everything is to juggle.

 

Today, looking in the mirror didn't recognize myself. Seeing a shell

where I used to be.......I don't know where I am.......this shell is not me.

It was wierd. I do not recognize my eyes when I look at her in the mirror

Where am I, I started to say to my friend on the phone.

Took a shower and lie naked on my bed. Talking on the phone to my

friend. Realizing he cannot help me now. Just let it be, go with it.

 

 

Looking at my hand.....not recognizing it/me....my hand is fading in

and out......where am I? Losing a sense of space.....hand fading in and

out......Where am I?!!......pulling at my belly and hair.......body not mine.

feeling fear......where am I.......who am I.......hand/body not mine...do

not recognize me....the used to be me.......pulling at my hair/body/face.

Letting this happen.......fading in and out/ who/ am /IIIIIIIII!!!! Patterns

coming, faces coming.

 

Wailing like a screaming banshee. they took out my brain first. Little people

working fast, talking fast. Me talking, growling, tongue sticking in and out.

body going away. Loud voice, hearing me making noise. Pulling at her body.

Lying still, they take my brain. Wailing, growling, moving tongue. Ritual.

Making gutteral noises, tearing at her body. Everywhere and nowhere.

Working around me, efficient elves......banshees. her lying, no legs, arms.

Axes coming to take the organs/. No fear, not me. Axes chopping at

her liver/spleen/kidneys/ bits of flesh lying all around. Little dark men, with

high pitched voices, screeming through me. Now my heart -- fear don't take

my heart. no mercy. no mercy. chopping my heart. no me, heart fading in

and out.chopping legs,and arms/.............all pieces of flesh,

lifeless..jumbled about.

 

The head is empty, body is empty. Oopen. New. Pieces strewn about. Now sleep

comes, REST COMES. Sleeping for about an hour. exhausted. waking with a

distorted sense. this is scary Chris. I'm scared I'm going insane, even though

you told me this would happen. Scary...little one.