Eerie Visitation

Sleepily, staring at the ceiling, of my darkening, bedroom, I could see, flashes of flickering, sparkles, white lightening, lights , illuminating, the darkness, dispersing the shadows.  Feeling, sensing the energy, of the apparition that was manifesting, before my eyes.

I could make out a vague shape, a white horse, stamping its feet, and moving from side to side in agitation.  I thought, telepathically, to the apparition, Holographically sensing, the details, of the horse, more than, actually seeing it.

“ Can I see you? manifest for me, please,”   “um”, then, feeling apprehensive, “ “on second thoughts, maybe best I see you, energetically,  holographically, telepathically.”  Still to scared, to actually see, even though, I have seen manifestations, before, with my eyes open. 

So settling back comfortably, in my bed, all the time sending out loving intentions, I closed my eyes, and looked in the direction, of the light and energy, I was sensing.

I saw, in my third eye vision, energetically, with my eyes shut, a wonderful, white blue light, glowing softly, hovering above my bed slightly, to my right, the apparition gradually, manifested more brightly, and I saw it was sitting on or part of a white horse, I could make out what could be ragged,  white wings, or a white cloak. Seeming  to float, silently, softly. 

“ Beautiful”, I breathed a sigh, smiling, as I thought, telepathically to the Angel.

Then, I asked, who he was, as I looked through my third eye vision, he turned his head slightly, which was covered in a soft white  hood, the flickering, glow, shone briefly, on his face,  “OH”   I said out loud, as I caught a glimpse, of the bleached white bones, of his jaw.  O.O   recognising the angel of death.

Panicking a little, “ekk”, was my time up, was he here for me? I asked him, silently in my mind, my heart beating wildly, thumping so loudly, I could nt hear myself think.   My whole   body and bed vibrating with my heartbeat. He floated, briefly near to me, then, silently faded away.

Now , obviously, to scared now to go to sleep, thinking this was it for me.  My thoughts in chaos, I got out of bed and put my pyjamas, on, not wanting my family, to find me in bed,dead ,naked, eww, o.o ,  then, I needed a wee, so got up, my son was still awake, so had a cuddle, went back to bed again, to try to sleep,  had a sip of water, mouth was dry, and then, needed another, wee. So up and down, 4 times, nervously.

My higher self, then, started to try to reason with me, as I was still panicking thinking I would die in my sleep. Anyway I gradually, drifted into a deep sleep at midnight, after much praying, and reasoning with myself, my main, worries being, about leaving, my boys, and sister, knowing, how heartbroken, they would, be, but also, knowing, that I have to detach, myself and let go, in love as one day, will have to leave, them.

Thankfully,  woke up at 6am, :D my times not up yet, but was a lesson, a test for me, also a sign.

A few weeks, before, I had seen, Arch Angel Michael, in a vision, on a white horse, whilst I had been meditaing, under my tree, in the fields, he had saluted me, with his sword. Now ive seen the Angel of Death, on a white horse,  thankfully, he didn’t point at me, and incidently, he doesn’t, look anything like the depictions of the Grim Reaper, on the tv, and movies.

I will leave you to surmise, what the message may have meant….. ~Seaopal 2012

Eagles Eye

I see, as from, an Eagles eye,
Looking down, over a barren land.
The ground, caked, cracked clay.
A fine red dust, crumbling.
I see, the lonely, silhouette,
Of a burnt stump,
That once was a tree.
Like a clasping claw, grasping.
I see, A smouldering, boulder,
Heat rising, like a mirage,
Of toxic gas, bubbling.
I see, the crumbling ruins, falling in heaps,
Hazy dust, settling, into piles,
Where once, life, thrived.
Now desolate and alone,
No-one there.
I feel a tear, forming, in my the corner of my eye.
An acid, drop, stinging.
It falls, softly, but fades, before hitting the parched, soil.
My nostrils, and throat, constrict,
Burning, the acrid smell,
Fumes, stifling, my breathe.
This once, beautiful gem, a dieing stone. ~ Seaopal 2012

 

Evacuation Earth

The fog seemed, to last for days, “where is the sun, I haven’t seen sunlight, for ages,” I complained, feeling tired and worn, out, going for another, long, deep, sleep, I could hear bleeps, and piercing, sounds in my ear. 

“A news flash, a major, solar flare heading our way, weakening, electromagnetic fields, danger of radiation, Alert. Alert”. Watching the news screen, we saw, the corona holes flareing, jetting out from the sun, in bright streaks. More black, coronal holes sprinkling the sun.

Groggily, waking up from a deep sleep, there was a loud crashing noise, as someone, was banging, on our front door, Sleepily opening the door, it was pushed, open, and armed men, came barging, in. “ Get your things, were evacuating. You have 10 seconds, to prepare.” Quicky gathering my children, together, and some spair, clothes and drink, we went outside, a coach waiting, for us.  

Boarding the coach, was strange the seating, all wrong, more spacious inside than, I had thought would have been, in a standard, coach, and the other people, were … seemed strange to me, I didn’t recognise anyone, and somehow, s I was looking for a seat, I had lost my sons, calling, out for them, frantically looking for, them, I saw one of them, sitting, in a row. So made my way over to him.  This strange, young guy, plonked himself, down, in the seat next to my son, just as I was about to sit there, asking him, politely, if he would move over, he refused, and losing, my temper, I picked him, up by the throat, and bodily moved him, sitting down, next to my son, again surprised at my own strength, apologising to the young man, who, nervously smiled, at me.  

My son seemed different, as well, looking around, all seemed, excited different, in their behaviour, even some looking, strange, to me, strange but familiar, features changing.  Looking like, a bunch, of aliens off star trek.  The conversations, odd to, “well, games over, thank goodness for that,” I heard one lady, speaking, to her partner,  “ so glad I can remember now,” another piece of conversation drifted over to me from behind.  “Where are we heading?” “To the pick-up points, for evacuation”   seemed to be the general drift of the conversations, going on around, me.  Sitting back, in my seat I felt myself drifting back into sleep.

I found myself in a warehouse, with this man; he seemed to know me well. He had just had a delivery of plutonium, seemed, pleased, and while I watched, he turned the tap, on, of the barrel,  and lay under it, soaking it up, and the plutonium, as it seeped out, he seemed, to be like, burning  fire, but like a gas, as he absorbed, the liquid. Moaning in pleasure, as he filled himself, up.  Then, jumping up, he grabbed me for a hug, giving me a dose, of his energy, “there plug yourself in to me,” he laughed, “were going to need this.”   Then, opening the warehouse, door, there was a train, compartments, which we were herded on to.  

Waking up, from my, dream, feeling disorientated , I went outside, for a walk, my younger son, coming with me, was still foggy, no breeze, the mud making the way slippery,  we got talking, and I was, theorising, about the suns, solar flares, what would happen, etc.  how, the scientist, were looking for another planet, that would sustain, humanity, how, they are saving seeds, in an underground vault, and who would be evacuated, first, if the worst, should happen.   Thinking, and thankful that, it had all been a dream…. Or was it?.....      ~ Seaopal

*note from author, fanfic based, on a vivid and weird dream,*