What the holomultiverses are.

I have been able to astral project since birth and some times, I project involuntarily to other worlds. Some are variations of this world. Some are completely alien worlds. This blog is an account of some of the worlds I have found myself in and logged their descriptions.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Orange 4th Dimensional Being

 Some days you go to the Universes. Some days they come to you.
I awoke to find myself staring at a demon or 4th dimension being. Its head was poised on a long muscular neck. I could not see the rest of it but it appeared to be a cross between a cat and a dog with tiny shell shaped ears. It had no skin. All the muscles and ligaments were visible and oozing slime. My, but it did have huge teeth and a lot more than a dog or cat. It was a deep orange. The Kartika under my pillow was comforting and the thought of it caused the thing to withdraw and disappear.
Once my stupor was dispersed, I turned on my back and was shocked to see a swirling portal about ten inches in diameter on the ceiling. I often see them but what startled me about this one was that it was orange, the same orange as the demon.
I wondered who would send a demon of that kind to me. It takes a bit of skill and a lot of stupidity. If you were going to win a bargain with a demon, you would have already won the Lotto several times and be relaxing on a beach somewhere with little concern for me.
I had no trouble thinking of a plethora of dumb people who would pay someone to conjure one not knowing that the conjurer was going to shift the smut onto them.
You never win with a demon. The best you can hope for is stalemate or a truce. You see, demons like their payments immediate. They do not like to be in debt to anyone. Their price is always very high. They are not human. They do not think like humans. They do not feel like humans. They really hate to be bound and once free, they go after the person responsible for the binding, not necessarily the one who bound them. It is on the return they are most likely to get free.

My particular specialty is unbinding.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Arabic Lions

1?......said Ningee.

I had a dream and I have no idea what the symbolism means but I have a feeling it is important to someone out there so here goes.

I am looking into a cave and it is filled with lions laying down beside a small stream. There are even more lions in the background until the whole cave is filled with them.

An Arab man drops a small dog into the midst of the lions and my first thought is they will tear the little dog to pieces but the lions barely raise their heads and the little dog scampers over them and runs out the mouth of the cave which is fitted with a huge arched wooden door. That is when I realize they are too weak from hunger to chase the little dog.

I am then outside with two men who I think have food for the lions if they can get to them in time. There is an old man and a middle aged typical American spy type. The old man is leading us through the desert to this mountain. When we get to the side of the mountain, he puts his hand on a stone door in the side and says that this mountain is the pride of his country: the iguana mountain.

I am thinking that there are no iguanas here but I smile tell him it is beautiful. The younger American knocks on the door and an Arab opens it with a rifle saying he is going to kill all of us. The old man quickly disarms him and breaks his neck. Another Arabic man with a rifle is right behind the first and tells us to get into the cave.

The room we enter is an old office set up with an older Arabic man behind an old wooden desk with a corded phone. I can tell the old man (our guide) is trying to get close enough to disarm the one younger man who is the one who turned the little dog loose in the lion's cave. He is threatening to throw us in with the lions. I am trying to get the American spy type to tell him about the train car full of meat we have for the lions but instead this idiot says he has a subscription to a magazine about it.

That is when I realize there is no meat. Then there is a knock at the door and the American spy says not to bother getting up, he'll get it. He goes to the door and opens it and he is looking at himself on the outside. He dejectedly shuts the door and says it was nothing but the wind.

I think I am about to be thrown to the lions when I realize the lions are now too weak from starvation to even eat me. They would have to be hand fed.


The older Arab asks the younger one why he brought the pride of their country here just so they would starve to death.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

They Know


They Know

I awoke suddenly at about 5:15 AM and struck out at something screaming. There was a golden orb about a foot in diameter, six feet off the ground hovering next to my bed with an arm reaching out of it. I was slapping at the arm. The arm retracted and I swear it was floating there looking at me for about 20 seconds. Napoleon ran over an inserted himself between it and I. It just disappeared.
Napoleon laid next to me blocking it. The animals know at a cellular memory level what is going on. That is why they are acting so strangely around the globe. You need one to alert you and just maybe protect you.
I thought about going back to sleep but I just knew the thing was still around so I got some orange juice. There is nothing like a sudden change in your Ph level to throw something seeking your bio-signature off. After about 15 minutes I went back to sleep.
I awoke at 7:15 AM and the golden orb was back but this time it was floating fast down the hall. I think I shall stay up until full light and then nap. They don't like full light but I have seen the golden ones at noon so it may still be about.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Suspended Between Dimensions

WOWSIES!

I have never had this happen and it was, well, WOW.

I was in one of the multiple dimensions in time where the events of my life are just a little different from here but the locations are the same. In that dimension, I graduate from my first college instead of returning home and going back to college in my late 30's. I have never been there at any physical time except late afternoon (dusk) and night.

When I awoke, it was 7:30 AM EST time here...I didn't know that.

I didn't have my eyes open. I was seeing an effect like a cracked egg and the light through the cracks was blinding and very yellow. I felt like I was being hit with prickles of electricity over my entire body but in a totally orderly pattern. I held on as long as I could in this in between state. I could feel nothing, not the bed, my clothing, my pillow nor Napoleon (my cat) next to me, just this pattern of electrical prickles like a grid. 

Good Goddess, Tesla was right. The border between dimensions is one big electrical field existing between every living thing and thing and the dimension they/it are anchored in. To tap that would give free electricity to every person on the planet.

And on top of that, my brain is not settled and I can barely spell. I am totally dyslexic in my worst state. 

Now I know why I have never been in that dimension at noon. It would be blinding.