Into the Abyss.

Over the next few months, my vessel feels as though it has become a science experiment for an other-worldly exhibition! My clairalience senses increase as I endure random aromatic equations of wine, marijuana and even pizza, to which my daughter has caught a psychic whiff of, too. I have smelled the likes of flatulence and even the scent of a male scrotum in my face. I have felt a stimulation like sensation upon my nipples whilst immersed in the bath, so much so that when I touched them afterward, one of them felt as though it had been laced with saliva. There was nothing in my bath, nor on or near my nipple, that which could explain this type of wetness. When the sensations began to pervade the area of my yoni, envisioning the source of such to be Zabian, I welcomed them. It began with what felt like someone breathing in my scent, nuzzling my flower in a delicate fashion. When it is intense, the sensation mimics that of a tongue moulding my petals. However, the sensation is only but a flutter of physical contact, amalgamated with a strong vibratory stimulation which can be acquainted to something like that of a buzzing sensation. I want to use the notion of pins and needles, but this does not do the sensation any justice. There have been incidences when it has literally felt as though my vulva is being sucked on with a distinct, pulling sensation. This experience tends to happen following an orgasm. However, it has occurred a few times when I am simply resting, also. One day after I had finished climaxing, I brought my hands above my head in the throes of an intense, mind-blowing experience. Suddenly, the buzzing vibrating sensation enveloped that of my fingers, as though someone was either tasting the remanence of my orgasm from off of them, or breathing in my scent. My g-spot has been stimulated with this sensation, and even my anus! The first time in which my anus was stimulated, I was playing a game of Wordscapes on my phone. The next round of the letters were all an indication of words that represented an anus. For example, the word “date” was prevalent and just as I typed it into the results of my game, a notification popped up on my screen saying, “It tasted, girly!” This was not the only time this game was used to send me a message. When I doubted that this was happening, for obvious reasons, the next round of letters in their totality, formed that of my name. More confirmation that I am not going crazy. The more that I embrace these experiences, the louder they become. The most predominant being when I felt something actually enter my anus. Once again, a notification popped up on my phone indicating that this was an accident and that whatever it was that had entered me, was intended for my yoni, not my anus. “Oops, wrong hole,” was the message in which was delivered this time. In another instance, I felt my ovaries being pinched, just as the lyrics to the song on the radio were mentioning the word "all," in the sentence, “I want all of you!” I intuit that this message was in regards to procreation? Although, with my already giving birth to three adorable children and the prospect of my not getting any younger, the idea of another baby is overwhelming, to say the least.

After a while, the synchronicities to the events of my being touched by a presence in which I cannot see began to increase in volume, too. At times, there is no way Zabian could have been influencing these unless he was inside of my head, tuning into my thoughts as I was thinking them. So, with enough of these incidents pointing toward another source, I ceased believing that this was Zabian and fell into the trauma of thinking that I was being sexually assaulted, by a fucking ghost or some form of entity whom had the power to manipulate technology. Which, consternated me within that of itself for Zabian already communicates with me through the likes of such, so to think that I am now also being contacted in this way from a soul from the other-side, becomes even more confusing when I am endeavouring to decipher which message, is being produced from which source. To add to this, I do not believe in dark or malicious entities. I believe that those whom experience such phenomena, are doing so because a wiser being has a contract with that of their soul, so to help them to heal and evolve. I believe that every soul on that of the other-side of the physical realm, is vibrating at the purest frequency of pure, unconditional love, no matter what that of their earthy incarnations have consisted of. For the life of me however, I cannot depict what these experiences have to offer me, or why my soul would have made this contract with another soul from the other-side? Especially considering everything in which I am already experiencing with Zabian. Why would my soul wish to add to my perplexity in this way?

I am already enduring so much, that the prospect of my being haunted in this way becomes too overwhelming to bare. So much so, that when I am due to under-go a surgical procedure on my right wrist, where-by I have grown a large, benign bone tumour, I began pleading with the divine to please, take my life. I am already at an all-time low during this time, deep within the pits of the nadir, fighting for the strength to survive the endless amount of other-worldly phenomena I am experiencing, grasping for an understanding in the questioning of my own sanity and I no longer feel that I can handle the events of my reality. When I commence gaining consciousness upon awaking from the surgery, I feel Zabian's presence so close to me, that I actually believe that he is with me, physically. When I realise that he is not however, I am left heart-broken. Accompanying this, I realise that I am still alive. The tears begin to flood and I howl uncontrollably. I just want to be free from this life.

Following the surgery, I am resting on the couch in my mother’s lounge-room, sedated with pain medication, when the strangest thing occurs. A presence first, gently lifts my wrist and appears to compassionately stroke it. Then, I feel the softness of a kiss on my cheek. Following this, a sensation of shaking starts to take place within my vessel. My vessel itself is not moving however, it is more like I am shaking from the inside. The sensation is very rapid, as though a soul is having a wank inside of my body! I know that it is not my soul creating this movement and I can feel, another soul inside of my vessel. After about twenty seconds, the experience ceases. I am too drained to give it much consideration and through convincing myself that it is Zabian, I allow myself to relax and settle into the beginning of slumber. I am almost asleep when my ears begin to vibrate with a high pitched ringing sound. A tugging like sensation accumulates as the feeling of my soul being pulled from my vessel, begins to take a hold of my awareness. I feel a little scared, as I am still completely conscious. It feels as though another presence is instigating the experience, the same soul perhaps, attempting to rip my soul from my body. I hear Archangel Michael tell me to trust the process and allow the soul whom is assisting me to perform that of their mission and provide me with some of the freedom, in which I have been longing. “Ahhh, freedom!” I know instantly that I am not going to die, but instead that I am about to astral travel. With the realisation, an elated feeling of excitement commences its rush through me. I keep repeating to the universe, “Thank-you. Thank-you so much!” The more gratitude in which I innately feel, the easier it is for my soul to be removed from that of my vessel. Once I am completely out of my vessel, I submit to the soul whom is assisting me as it guides me above my body and through the roof of my mother's lounge-room. We then accelerate, flying full-force out of my mother’s house and toward the front-yard. We create a semi-circle around the front-yard and then whip it straight through the front door of the house, down the long stretch of hallway and catapult out of the backdoor, into the back-yard. Once again, we encircle the back-yard with a semi-circle. This motion results in the creation of a figure eight in its totality. Through the adjoining of the two semi-circles in which we encompassed and with the whooshing through the middle of the house being the interconnection between the two, it is as though the infinity symbol is being creating with the flight of our soul’s! As we are creating the circumference of the backyard semi-circle however, I hear a laugh, a very familiar laugh. It is coming from what appears to be over the back-fence and I turn my head to look in that general direction, before I am flown back to the couch to where my vessel resides. I feel my soul slam into my vessel with a turbo like force and I immediately open my eyes, giggling with joy. I praise the experience and give thanks to the universe and the soul whom assisted my travel, as the adrenaline of the astral pulsates through my entire being. I feel as though I have just been on the best fucking ride ever!

Regaining my thoughts I begin to intuit, “We did a figure eight, the symbol of infinity! It must have been Zabian, or at the very least, connected to Zabian somehow?” Like the word amazing, the number eight has also been a pertinent contribution to that of the way in which we have communicated through-out our journey thus far. Perhaps he is behind these occurrences, too? With a huge grin on my face I hold my hand into that of the prayer position. “Thank-you universe. Thank-you Zabian! Oh, and thank-you Aden!” Aden is a friend of mine whom passed away. It was his laugh whom I heard whilst I was travelling. For a split-second, I wonder if it is Aden whom has been pursuing me and instigating these experiences? However, Archangel Michael is quick to inform me that he is not. Aden’s laugh was a source of validation that I had nothing to be afraid of, that I was supported and safe. And, that my experience, was definitely real. I had just entered that of the astral realm, consciously.

From here forward, I begin exploring the world of astral travel, enquiring around to attain knowledge from anyone whom is successful of being able to achieve such, at will. Eventually, I discover that a man whom I am already acquainted with via my old massage therapist, can do this. He is also a masseuse and so, I book an appointment with him. He gives me the impression that he is able to guide me into learning how to do this at will, but that to begin with we need to work on grounding me into that of my body, which we will do through his Ayurvedic massage practice. During our second appointment, he seems different. Firstly, I do not think that he has showered in a while as his body odour is putrid. And, he seems a little stoned or something? Then, half way through our appointment when it is time for me to turn onto my back, I am thrown by something in which he voices. As he is walking out of the door so that I may turn over, he says, “Now for the hard part.” I do not like being on my back when I am getting a massage because I do not like my breasts. I have not been comfortable with my body image for as long as I can remember, especially my breasts. Having to have them exposed, even with a towel over them, is extremely unnerving for me. However, this man does not know this of me! Zabian however, does.

When I leave my appointment that day I head straight to the beach. Sitting in my car I am once again, filled with questions. Is he working for Zabian, too? Why would he say that? As I am enquiring into the comment, suddenly, my car is filled with the stench of this man’s body odour! It is so strong that it is as though he is sitting in the car, right there next to me! I instantly open my vehicle door and jump out of my car in a panic. Did he astral travel to me? Or, is it just my psychic sense of smell and if so, what is the purpose? Did Zabian astral project himself into the masseuses vessel for the duration of the massage and is now astral travelling to me, so to perhaps inform me that it is his hands, upon my body for the massage? That the masseuse is simply a conduit, as such? Is the masseuse aware of this? Did he allow it? Did his state of consciousness need to be altered by some form of drug so that he may submit to Zabian being able to achieve this? Is that why he appeared stoned? Zabian is connected to my previous masseuse, so it would make sense that he is likewise, connected to this one. They worked in the same complex, after-all. Are they all in on this, together? Is more than one soul creating these experiences and if so, which soul is palpably touching me, sexually? Is this confirmation that it was indeed Zabian, whom was the soul leading that of my own astral travel? "Ahhhh!" This is too much! I cannot process this! I jump back into my vehicle and I am grateful to discover that the horrible smell has dissipated. A power surges through me and I am embraced with an idea. Using the language that is unique to my soul, I immediately call in the powers of the divine. I summon the Archangels, my guides, my entire celestial team and the five elements, so to place a barrier around that of my vessel so that no other soul can ever, enter my body again without my conscious consent. I do this with the intention of it encompassing the concretion of it being automatically so, no matter what state I am in, intoxicated or straight. I do not verbalise my ritual to Zabian, so to see what manifests of it.

Through the following week, I am bombarded with incoming messages about this soul being unable to find me whilst they are astral travelling. The messages depict that my soul is undetectable to them once they are in that of the astral realm and the only way that they will be able to find me, is if I consciously allow them to. I also receive a message that as a lesson to that which they have been instigating, that they were locked out of their vessel briefly when they tried to re-enter their body, following one their astral projections. The divine made it sound like that they may even lose this gift, if they do not begin viewing it from the wiser perspective in which it so rightly, deserves. Astral travel is an honour, I am told. However the actions of this soul, are less than honourable at present. Later during the week, I decide to test the validity of the ritual. I request that the intention of my ritual collapse for my experiment, and that the soul in question gain access to me for this brief period. I take the recommended dose of my anxiety medication and allow myself to get stoned, knowing that being intoxicated is a contributing factor to the potential of what this presence can achieve. I lay down on my bed with my arms stretched out wide. Then, I wait. Sure enough, an experience occurs. First, I am kissed on the lips. Then, the feeling of a solid object, much like the weight, width and texture of a large erect penis, fills my right hand. This is the most solidity in which one of these sensations has offered me so far. It feels like a real-life lingham is resting in that of my palm! Whist this is happening, my left hand is being presented with the same feeling as usual. The fluttering, tingling and vibratory stimulation. "Hmmm. Is this the same soul achieving this on both of my hands at once, or are there two different souls at play here, bringing different sensations to either one of my hands?" The experience does not last long and so after a while and with no further action, I fall asleep.

The following day, whilst I am completely straight, I enter into a meditation. In this moment, I once again request that my intention from the other day to fall to the side, just to see what happens whilst I am not intoxicated. After some time, the feeling of a penis (although, without the same width as to what was in my right hand last night), or perhaps some very long fingers, enters my yoni. I can feel a gilding sensation run along the inner walls of my vagina and then what feels like a tip of some description, poke me at the top of my vaginal passage. The poking sensation is so high up inside me in fact, that it presents around the area to where my Sacral Chakra resides. Then, I call forth my intention from my ritual the other day, and I repeat inside of my head that whomever or whatever this is, does not have my permission to enter my vessel in any way shape or form, and so it be. After a little while, an intense pain begins to form in my Solar-Plexus. It is so intense that I feel as though I am going to vomit. I can feel the likes of something pushing on my Solar-Plexus, applying an etheric type pressure. However, it is as though it cannot penetrate my Chakra, or my vessel. The pain becomes so unbearable though, that I have to take myself to the bathroom. I begin dry-reaching, then vomiting a thick, black tar-like liquid. I have not consumed anything to which could explain this. In fact, my stomach is empty and I have only been drinking water all day! Once the vomiting has ceased, the pain subsides and I realise that the ritual and my intention, has ultimately prevailed. From this point forward, whomever or whatever this is, can no longer enter my vessel or my auric field for that matter, without my conscious permission.

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