Last night was a pretty long night for me since I don't know why I ended up sleeping under the air conditioning and getting sick.
I woke up in the middle of the night with a strong pain that went from my back to my chest, (at the level of the solar plexus); I thought it was a product of bad posture when I was lying in bed working with the computer, but trying to take deep breaths and trying to examine myself in silence, I noticed that it was my respiratory system, I already knew the feeling of when you can't take enough air in your lungs and yes, there was that slight feeling of going back to the past.
I opened my eyes and started moving slowly, stretching a bit and taking my cell phone to check the time... 3:33am, I knew that there was a message behind that number, I woke up Jose and asked him to change the bed, because it was evident that my respiratory condition was aggravated by the cold of the air conditioning, we did it and I went back to sleep.
Anoche fue una noche bastante larga para mi puesto que no se por que razón termine durmiendo bajo al aire acondicionado y enferme.
Desperté en medio de la noche con un fuerte dolor que iba desde la espalda al pecho, (a la altura del plexo solar); Pensaba era producto de una mala postura al estar acostada en la cama trabajando con la computadora, pero tratando de tomar respiraciones profundas y buscando auto-examinarme en silencio, note que se trataba de mi sistema respiratorio, ya conocía la sensación de cuando no puedes tomar suficiente aire en tus pulmones y si, allí estaba esa ligera sensación de volver al pasado.
Abrí los ojos y comencé a moverme despacio, me estire un poco y tome el celular para ver la hora... 3:33am, sabia que había un mensaje detrás de ese numero, desperté a José y le pedí cambiar la cama de lugar, pues era evidente que mi afección respiratoria se agravaba con el frió del aire acondicionado, lo hicimos y me volví a dormir.
The Number 3 | El Número 3
In numerology, 3 is an important number. It has accompanied me very closely, and today I interpret it as a sign of my higher self that demands concentration to manage between planes.
Mind, body and spirit, that is its meaning and my great-grandmother taught me that on the day of her death!
In my family we women are "witches", but not all recognize their connection to their source, for me it was easy to realize, because I was sensitive to things I could not understand, I knew I had powers, but I did not know how to explain it to myself.
On the night of my 6th birthday my great-grandmother died, in room 33 of the local hospital, my mother always left the door of my room open in case I got up at night, because it was very frequent that I sleepwalked, but this time it was not the case, I woke up and when I opened my eyes I saw her, it was my grandmother! sitting with a cigarette in her left hand and her wooden cane resting between her legs.
En numerología el 3 es un numero importante, a mi en particular me a acompañado muy de cerca, y hoy en día lo interpreto como una señal de mi yo superior que me exige concentración para manejarme entre planos.
Mente, Cuerpo y espíritu, ese es su significado y me lo enseño mi bisabuela el día de su muerte!
En mi familia las mujeres somos "brujas", pero no todas reconocen su conexión con su fuente, para mi fue fácil darme cuenta, pues era sensible a cosas que no podía entender, sabia que tenia poderes, pero no sabia como explicármelo a mi misma.
En la noche de mi cumpleaños número 6 murió mi bisabuela, en la habitación 33 del hospital local, mi madre siempre dejaba la puerta de mi cuarto abierta por si me levantaba de noche, pues era muy frecuente que caminara sonámbula, pero esta vez no era el caso, desperté y al abrir los ojos la vi, ¡era mi abuela! sentada con un cigarrillo en su mano izquierda y su bastón de madera reposando entre sus piernas.
I woke up surprised, because the day before I had accompanied my mother to visit her in the hospital, and although she was lucid and spoke naturally, when I asked, my mother told me that she could no longer come to visit us at home.
I approached her without fear and looked at her in amazement, for she was quite normal. I asked her what she was doing there and she answered "Visiting daughter, you have to give mobility to the mind, body and spirit, tell your mother that I am leaving".
I went to my mother's room, woke her up and told her to come out because my grandmother was just leaving. She saw me even without waking up completely and asked me... "What are you talking about?"
I was really confused, I didn't even know what had happened, we left the room and my grandmother was gone, for my mom it was obvious that it had only been a dream for me, she accompanied me to bed, turned off the light and went back to her room.
Me levante sorprendida, pues el día anterior había acompañado a mi madre a visitarla en el hospital, y aunque estaba lucida y hablaba con naturalidad, cuando pregunte, mi madre me dijo que ella ya no podría ir a visitarnos a la casa.
Sin temor me acerque a ella y la mire con asombro, pues estaba muy normal. Le pregunte que que hacia allí y me respondió "Visitando hija, hay que darle movilidad a la mente al cuerpo y al espíritu, dile a tu mama que ya me voy".
Fui al cuarto de mi mamá, la desperté y le dije que saliera que mi abuela ya se iba. Ella me vio aun sin despertarse del todo y me pregunto... "¿de que hablas?".
Realmente estaba bastante confundida, ni yo sabia que había pasado, salimos del cuarto y ya mi abuela no estaba, para mi mamá era obvio que solo había sido un sueño para mi, me acompaño a la cama, apago la luz y volvió a su cuarto.
The next day I woke up again, this time with a high fever and my mother was not there, my father explained to me that my great-grandmother had passed away, so my mother had gone to help with the funeral arrangements and my father had to take care of everything, as my mother would be busy all day.
They had prepared a birthday party for me which I could not enjoy, because shortly after the guests arrived my dad decided to take me to the doctor, the fever did not go down and he was already worrying.
A week of medical care followed, as my fever was "viral". Physically I had to treat the flu because it could turn into asthma, since it was my suffering for as long as I can remember; Mentally I had to try to calm my thoughts, to find a logical answer to what I had experienced that night, since I knew that what had happened was real; And Spiritually it was the beginning of a stage of sensitive madness, the questioning of reason was done daily, my dreams did not vary, it was the same scene over and over again.
Al día siguiente vuelvo a despertar, esta vez con mucha fiebre y mi mama no estaba, mi papa me explico que mi bisabuela había fallecido, así que mi madre había ido a ayudar con los tramites funerarios y a mi padre le tocaba hacerse cargo de todo, pues mi mamá estaría ocupada todo el día.
Me habían preparado una fiesta de cumpleaños de la cual no pude disfrutar, pues poco después de que llegaran los invitados mi papá decidió llevarme al medico, la fiebre no bajaba y él ya se estaba preocupando.
A todo esto le siguió una semana de cuidados médicos, pues mi fiebre era "viral". Físicamente había que tratar la gripe porque podría convertirse en asma, ya que era mi padecer desde que recuerdo; Mentalmente debía intentar calmar mis pensamientos, para buscarle una respuesta lógica a lo vivido aquella noche, pues sabia que lo que había pasado, era real; Y Espiritualmente era el comienzo de una etapa de locura sensitiva, el cuestionamiento a la razón se hacia a diario, mis sueños no variaban, era la misma escena una y otra vez.¿Que significaba?... Estaba apunto de descubrirlo.
Dream | Soñar
Dreaming was becoming quite an odd activity and not only did I do it at night, I could do it during the day, in class, or in the car on the way home, a practice I always observed in my mother was that she would tell her dreams in the morning, so I assumed that I should tell her so that she would tell me what my dreams meant too.
One day I woke up very early in the morning after one of these dreams that kept repeating, I ran out to tell my mom, who listened to me very patiently.
I found myself walking in my sleep entering my grandmother's house observing that I was alone, the lights were turned off and a path was reflected by candles that went from the beginning of the stairs, to the balcony on the first floor of the house, there a cloud was waiting for me and I rode on it without hesitation and it took me to a place where there was a man who touched the fire without getting burned, that man told me that I could use my hands when I wanted to but I had to look for balance in my mind, my body and my spirit.
Obviously my mom didn't know what to tell me and said it was just an angel guiding me in the dark.
Although for her it was an answer to get out of the way, for me it made a lot of sense that it was an angel and in my head it was about how her words would help me find magic, and this made me think a lot more.
A lot of time went by and the dream always came back, and when I wasn't dreaming about my angel, I was dreaming about things that left people surprised.
My mother noticed that something was happening and took me to the house of an aunt of her who worked with the occult and some other things I do not know, this lady saw me and told me, do not be afraid of what you see, whatever it is listen and keep it to yourself.
Soñar estaba tornándose en una actividad bastante rara y no solo lo hacia de noche, podía hacerlo durante el día, en clases, o en el carro de camino a casa, una practica que siempre observe en mi madre era la de que contaba sus sueños en las mañanas, así que asumí que debía decirle a ella para que me dijese que significaban mis sueños también.
Un día desperté muy temprano en la mañana después de uno de estos sueños que se repetían continuamente, salí corriendo a contárselo a mi mama, quien me escucho con mucha paciencia.
Me encontraba caminando dormida entrando a la casa de mi abuela observando que estaba sola, se apagaban las luces y se reflejaba un camino iluminado por velas que iban desde el comienzo de las escaleras, hasta el balcón del primer piso de la casa, allí me esperaba una nube en la que me montaba sin dudar y que me llevaba a un lugar donde había un hombre que tocaba el fuego sin quemarse, ese hombre me decía que yo podía usar mis manos cuando quisiera pero tenia que buscar el equilibrio en mi mente, mi cuerpo y mi espíritu.
Obviamente mi mamá no sabia que decirme y me dijo que solo se trataba de un ángel que me guiaba en la obscuridad.
Aunque para ella era una respuesta para salir del paso, para mi tenia mucha lógica que fuese un ángel y en mi cabeza se trataba de como sus palabras me ayudarían a encontrar magia, y esto me hizo pensar mucho mas.
Paso mucho tiempo y el sueño siempre volvía, y cuando no soñaba con mi ángel, soñaba cosas que dejaban sorprendidas a las personas.
Mi madre noto que algo pasaba y me llevo a casa de una tía de ella que trabajaba con ocultismo y algunas otras cosas que desconozco, esta señora me vio y me dijo, no le tengas miedo a lo que veas, sea lo que sea escucha y guárdalo para ti.
Colors | Colores
I started doing it, quietly this time, I didn't talk about my dreams anymore, until my brother was born and 2 years later we had to share the room; I was 5 years older than him and my job as a big sister was obviously to take care of him.
My brother was a pretty scary kid, so he used to cuddle up to my bed every night, I would give him some space and let him stay, because the company wasn't that bad, so even I rested better.
One night he woke up crying and told me that something had frightened him, as usual, I approached and let him lie down next to me, that night when I slept I dreamed with the angel, but this time he told me what I should do so that my brother did not feel fear, in this dream the angel closed his eyes and with a white light coming from his chest covered us, giving back light to the whole place, as in an aura of protection.
I woke up and there he was, crying in fear again, but now I knew what I should do, and I told him to close his eyes and imagine how a white light came out of his chest and illuminated the whole room, I explained that this would protect us both and so no one would be able to scare him.
Every night before going to sleep we played the game of making a protection in the room, and so projecting white light from our chests, I understood that everything was true and that I should only trust my powers because if they existed!
There was a change in my way of seeing things, and the colors began to mean something, I could feel and associate that color to a situation, behavior patterns in different people that helped me to get away from "dangerous" situations and so I felt safe again at all times.
Comencé a hacerlo, calladita esta vez, ya no hablaba de mis sueños, hasta que nació mi hermano y 2 años después debimos compartir la habitación; Yo era 5 años mayor que el y mi trabajo como hermana mayor obviamente era el de cuidarlo.
Mi hermano era un niño bastante temeroso, por lo que solía arrimarse a mi cama todas las noches, yo le daba un espacio y lo dejaba quedarse, pues no era tan mala la compañía, así hasta yo descansaba mejor.
Una noche se despertó llorando y me dijo que algo lo había asustado, como de costumbre me arrime y lo deje acostarse a mi lado, esa noche al dormir soñé con el ángel, pero esta vez me decía lo que debía hacer para que mi hermano no sintiera miedo, en este sueño el ángel cerraba los ojos y con una luz blanca que salia de su pecho nos cubría, devolviendole la luz a todo el lugar, como en un aura de protección.
Desperté y allí estaba el, llorando asustado otra vez, pero ahora sabia lo que debía hacer, y le dije que cerrara los ojos e imaginara como una luz blanca salia de su pecho y alumbraba todo el cuarto, le explique que eso nos protegería a los dos y así nadie nos lo iba a poder asustar.
¿Me creen si les digo que funciono y que no volvió a despertar de noche?
Todas las noches antes de dormir jugábamos el juego de hacer una protección en el cuarto, y así proyectando luz blanca de nuestros pechos, entendí que todo era verdad y que solo debía confiar en mis poderes porque si existían!
Había un cambio en mi manera de ver las cosas, y los colores comenzaron a significar algo, podía sentir y asociar ese color a una situación, patrones de conducta en distintas personas que me ayudaban a alejarme de situaciones "peligrosas" y así volvía a sentirme segura en todo momento.
Number 3, Dreams and Colors
Over the years these 3 things came together, and not only do I wake up at 3:33 when my subconscious wants to tell me something important, I also dream about that something from the perception of me as an angel and by the color of my own being I can feel and perceive the future situation more clearly.
Today when I woke up I saw the hour and it was 6:33, after having woken up feeling bad in the night, I had one of those sudden dreams, this time in my maternal grandmother's house, I called my mother and I told her the dream, the truth was a pretty ugly dream, although I was not afraid, she called my grandmother and as it was to be expected, my grandmother had a couple of nights without being able to sleep in her room.
Now, how do you help a person who doesn't believe in their inner powers, how do you do it when you have the answers and social dogmas don't allow people to see beyond this flat land?
In the case of my brother, he was only 2 years old, and for a child everything is simpler, there are no barriers to imagination, and there are no books that tell you what is right and what is wrong, a child just lives and passionately experiences his environment.
Over there I heard... "A child is a pure soul that is full of powers, it is up to its parents to keep them pure, and not to pollute them with their beliefs, which they claim are right!"
***Can you tell me from your very limited knowledge, that what you know is the absolute truth of knowledge? Or can you assure me that the perception of your reality is a universal rule?
I can easily tell you that I am sure I know less than 1% of what may be true in this world, and that perhaps all I perceive is an alteration in my head of reality, which is the product of a perception created under a society that also knows nothing about life itself.
"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than have been dreamt of in your philosophy."
Horatio.
Con el pasar de los años estas 3 cosas se unieron, y no solo despierto a las 3:33 cuando mi subconsciente quiere decirme algo importante, también sueño con ese algo desde la percepción de mi como un ángel y por el color de mi propio ser puedo sentir y percibir la situación futura con mas claridad.
Hoy al despertar vi la hora y eran las 6:33, después de haberme despertado sintiéndome mal en la noche, tuve uno de esos sueños repentinos, esta vez en casa de mi abuela materna, llame a mi mamá y le conté el sueño, la verdad era un sueño bastante feo, aunque yo no tenia temor, ella llamo a mi abuela y como era de esperarse, mi abuela tenia un par de noches sin poder dormir en su cuarto.
Ahora, ¿Como ayudar a una persona que no cree en sus poderes internos?, ¿Como se hace cuando tienes las respuestas y los dogmas sociales no permiten a las personas ver mas allá de esta tierra plana?
En el caso de mi hermano, el solo tenia 2 anitos, y para un niño todo es mas sencillo, no existen barreras para la imaginación, y no existen libros que te dicen que es correcto y que no, un niño solo vive y apasionadamente experimenta su entorno.
Por allí escuche... "Un niño es un alma pura que se encuentra llena de poderes, esta en sus padres mantenerlos puros, y no contaminarlos con sus creencias, que aseguran, son correctas!"
¿Puedes decirme tu desde tu conocimiento tan limitado, que lo que conoces es la verdad absoluta del saber? o ¿Puedes asegurarme que la percepción de tu realidad es una regla universal?
Fácilmente puedo decirte que estoy segura de que conozco menos de un 1% de lo que puede ser verdad en este mundo, y que quizás todo aquello que percibo, es una alteración en mi cabeza de la realidad, quien es producto de una percepción creada bajo una sociedad que tampoco sabe nada de la vida misma.
“hay más cosas en el cielo y en la tierra, Horacio, de las que han sido soñadas en tu filosofía”.
Horacio.
When I am afraid I usually sing to calm down, a couple of months ago I went through a situation that really scared me, and there in the middle of the problem, afraid and scared, I remembered that there was a child in the house, who just like me did not understand what was happening, reminded me of my brother. I picked up the guitar and started playing a melody followed by a little verse that days later would become a song that would help me transmute a state of severe panic and stress resulting from the best ask of all time "Why God?" "What should I learn from this?"
Cuando tengo miedo suelo cantar para calmarme, hace un par de meses pase por una situación que en serio me causo mucho miedo, y allí en medio del problema, temerosa y asustada, recordé que había un niño en la casa, que al igual que yo no entendía lo que pasaba, me recordó a mi hermano. Agarre la guitarra y comencé a tocar una melodía seguida de una pequeña estrofa que días después se convertiría en una canción que me ayudaría a transmutar un estado de pánico y de estrés severos producto de la mejor pregunta en todos los tiempos "¿Porque Dios?" "¿Que debo aprender con esto?"
Centro en amor de vida
Nada que temer vida de mi ser
Los mounstruos del ayer
Se amanzan.
Vuela hasta lo mas alto en las montañas
Allí Dios repondrá tu alma gastada
El ciclo natural debe cumplirse
Todo lo que pasa viene a nutrirte.
Abre corazón, entrégate a volar
Sede el control de tus alas
Suelta el dolor, brilla en su honor
Siente la pasión divina.
Sueña, baila, canta tus melodías
Crea tu realidad en armonía
Solo bondad y amor limpian tu ira
La paz es el misterio de la vida.
Abre corazón
Siente la pasión
Y sede el control de tus dias.
This song was not made to sound pretty or commercial, it was just a way of letting off steam that maybe can help to provide the same thing I provide, peace!
I hope you liked this little story, which perhaps in a boring world could be a lie.
A poignant, strong and inspiring story. I also often have unexplained fever and it's most often after deep dreamscape work or when someone is trying to connect. It passes.
My daughter has it too and we think it quite normal that we share our space with spirit beings on a suprisingly regular basis. 🤣 She was raised to think it's the weirdos who DON'T CONSCIOUSLY DREAM and DON'T SEE THEM that are unusual. 🤣
Would love to see you using @threespeak instead of youtube. 😊 And you'll also get strong curation support from #3speak for doing that.
#POSH
After a while I think that the fever and some symptoms of physical discomfort, are caused because we are not used to that change of vibration that is necessary to pass between planes.
Sometimes we are charged with energies that we do not know how to direct.
I am very happy to know that I am not the only freak around here hehehe it is always good to find ourselves in such an indifferent and crazy world!
I had already tried to upload my videos to @threespeak but the page is too heavy for my equipment, I record from my phone or sometimes from @joseacabrerav’s as in this occasion, neither of the two devices can resist 3speak's platform, it takes me at least 2 hours to upload a video to YouTube and 6 to #3speak when you are lucky and the internet doesn't fall down, since here in Venezuela it is something very normal!
Thanks for share you expirence with me! I feel so good before that read you replay!
A big hug ! Adiwa!
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