First of all; I would like to say that this isn't made up. I don't make things up.
I was trying to sleep but I couldn't. I was simply too awake to sleep.
Suddenly, (I was as awake as anyone can be) I heard a loud screetch, like a disc that goes very fast around for the purpose of cutting steel. That was how it sounded, like steel to steel cutting through. I felt that the screetch was just above my head, like it was cuttin' through my head. I remind you; I was fully awake at this time.
After this experience I was in a different world. Honestly. It was like (it) had cut through my consciousness.
I found myself in a void, there was many 'faces' there, and they looked liked they were drawn with a pencil and they were primitive like they were drawn by a five-year old (not totally unlike how my father use to draw - sorry dad) and they constantly said things unto a white spot.
I could only hear what they said if I focused on them, so if I focused on one of the faces then they would say "I am..." and what they were. They were trying (as I perceived it) to reach that light that they were all facing.
I realise this might seem very weird for you, but honestly it is the truth. I could only tell what he said when I was focusing on him, the other voices (frequencies) lasted unknown. It was as if I had drawn them when I was very young, or that it was the product of my father that draws in a similiar style even though his old age.
I don't know, I have been somewhere...and I don't think that everyone gets to see that place.
I was trying to sleep but I couldn't. I was simply too awake to sleep.
Suddenly, (I was as awake as anyone can be) I heard a loud screetch, like a disc that goes very fast around for the purpose of cutting steel. That was how it sounded, like steel to steel cutting through. I felt that the screetch was just above my head, like it was cuttin' through my head. I remind you; I was fully awake at this time.
After this experience I was in a different world. Honestly. It was like (it) had cut through my consciousness.
I found myself in a void, there was many 'faces' there, and they looked liked they were drawn with a pencil and they were primitive like they were drawn by a five-year old (not totally unlike how my father use to draw - sorry dad) and they constantly said things unto a white spot.
I could only hear what they said if I focused on them, so if I focused on one of the faces then they would say "I am..." and what they were. They were trying (as I perceived it) to reach that light that they were all facing.
I realise this might seem very weird for you, but honestly it is the truth. I could only tell what he said when I was focusing on him, the other voices (frequencies) lasted unknown. It was as if I had drawn them when I was very young, or that it was the product of my father that draws in a similiar style even though his old age.
I don't know, I have been somewhere...and I don't think that everyone gets to see that place.
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