My Encounter with Angry Cavemen in the Spirit World
Between sleep and being awake, when time and space become fuzzy, the spirit world becomes known to me. It would not be unusual for me to have trouble falling asleep at night; because I had so much on my mind at times, it was hard to rest my thoughts. One night, after counting many sheep before reaching slumber, the spirit world and I met.
Scanning my room, I noted a stillness around me. The room was unusually quiet, with no sights and, mostly, no sounds, just my husband’s snoring. His snoring was horribly annoying because he was in deep REM, and I was still staring at ceiling tiles. Oh well, another sleepless night.
“Am I really awake, or am I sleeping?”
I decided to go with the flow and stare at my room, still counting sheep. Eventually, I’d be drowsy enough to fall asleep or at least be so bored I’d drop off. Glancing to the right, I saw my dresser with all my junk on top of it. Looking to the left was my husband’s dresser, as it always was. Another look to the right, and yep, my furniture was still there; another look to the left, and everything changed.
There stood two men standing up against my husband’s dresser. They weren’t there just two seconds ago; where did they come from? Are you kidding me? Am I really seeing this? How did they get into my room? They were not regular men; they looked to be cavemen. They both had long, unkempt hair, lots of body hair, and barely-there loincloths. Both were holding a burning lantern. I opened my eyes wide to get a better look and wondered if I was dreaming. I looked around the room and saw my husband sleeping to the left of me, still snoring. I saw his chest rise and fall as he breathed; he was definitely sleeping. Holy crap, I was awake!
My eyes immediately went back to the two cavemen. One was leaning up against my husband’s dresser, and the other was walking toward me. The man who was walking toward me was staring me right in the eyes. I looked at the other man; he was not looking at me but was looking at the other man as if he was trying to tell him something, something I couldn’t hear. It felt as if he was trying to ask him to move on and to leave me alone.
Even though I saw both of their mouths moving, I couldn’t hear anything. Looking back, I know that my ear chakras were not yet fully activated, so I was unable to hear them. My heart was beating faster by the second. I had never experienced anything like this before other than the demon hand I saw in my room back in Pittsburgh. Now, people were in my room, and they could see me.
Two spirit men were in my room from who knows where? They did not look like the men we see today, not even close. One of the men started walking around toward my side of the bed. What was I supposed to do? I felt a telepathic conversation with the man closest to me. I remember thinking to him, “I can see your lips move, but I can’t hear you. I’m sorry!”
Right after I said that telepathically, he seemed to get angry; he walked closer and closer to my side of the bed. I could see the fire in his lantern getting brighter and brighter, and even some of the sparks falling on my bed. I looked at the fire, the man, my bed, and screamed at the top of my lungs, “GET OUT!”
I screamed so loudly that my husband jumped up out of bed. I practically had to peel him off the ceiling.
“Are you ok? Who are you talking to? What happened?” he asked.
How do I tell him that I just saw two cavemen in our room with lanterns, and our bed was about to catch fire?
Careful with my words, I explained what I saw and tried to make light of it even though I wanted him to know how realistic my vision was. That was the first time I’ve ever screamed when I saw a spirit person, but then again, that was the first time my bed almost caught fire from a ghost’s lantern.
The very next day, I was not frightened but a bit pissed that I was taken by surprise by a spirit person. I am in control, ALWAYS, and this will NOT happen again. Yeah, I was mad.
Snip-it from my book, From Color To The Cosmos: Inside The Mind Of A Medium
