Entering The Angelic Realms I – Here
At the beginning of this series, I gave some information about episodes with Angels. Since I’m approaching the end, though much more could be said, I will go into a very profound experience that became a spiritual game changer in my life: I´d like to label it as a Celestial Hit Job.
When I set out writing this, I felt the need to speak of Angels not in Theory, but as living experienced metaphysical reality.
The first experience I had, took place around the age of 14.
An experience in childhood and youth holds a certain pristine truth to it, still subjective since it is addressing some Mystical Metaphysics. As kids, or when we are very young, we don’t have the intellect to step in and decipher what is happening; certainly not while it plays out. We decipher with what we can – with the emotional blueprint that is embedded within us.
Seeing the Angelic Realm:
I had come home from school and I was tired. My routine was to listen to one of my records, and then go into a rest on my bed. It was a bit of a confusing period since the rests started to become very deep. I usually would be home round 2 p.m., and I would often wake up in a ‘time-confused’ sort of way. Due to winter it would be dark when I went to school and dark again in late afternoon. I would often wake up, jump out of bed and head for school thinking it was morning. Doing this really got to me, and I started to doubt my sanity. I mean: I could have looked at the clock but I didn’t, for some reason. I later found out that I did – but I didn’t see the time on the clock – I saw the time I thought it was. My parents would be working both morning and late afternoon, so there was no one to say: “Hey, where are you heading?”
So: On my bed, sitting up, listening to John Fogerty, something took hold of me.
I felt the skin on my shoulders starting to buzz, not unpleasantly. It was a very strange sensation, soft and yet insisting. My whole body started to buzz and it was very sensual, but not with sexual toning in any way.
– In general, that sensual buzz is the Hallmark of going into the etheric body. I later taught myself to do it, and it is a great tool for etheric traveling. Start from the feet up. It is a sacred pulse. For those who don’t know, even though I said it wasn’t sexual, the feeling is very equivalent to how the body and mind feel after a deep and satisfying orgasm.
The sensation became quite intense and I started to elevate in the etheric body: Still not scared. We lived in an apartment building and there was one apartment above us. I came up though the floor and actually took a quick look around and thought: What a nice apartment. Then I lifted up through the roof, where I had never been, and noticed how it was constructed, how the wood smelled, and the yellow squares of material to keep out the cold.
Being well above the roof I could overlook the small city I was born in, and see the ships in the harbor. Now I got afraid. What would enter ‘a child’s mind’ having this experience? Well, it wasn’t tranquility I can tell you that. It is tranquil now when I go, but certainly not way back then.
The thought was: “I’m dying here and I’m on my way to heaven and I really don’t want to go.” I had a date with a hot chick from another school that same evening and she was sweet. Ahh, heaven can definitely wait.
So I was afraid and entering a panic attack, and that is a way to lower the frequencies and a quick way of going back into physical body. My fear suddenly left me and I started to hear unfamiliar music. I could feel the music and somewhere my mind decided to paint it lavender blue.
– In general: Lavender Blue is very much tied into the ethereal. I still see it and when I do I know I’m safe. Other colors can be: Light Purple, Golden, Dazzling Blackness (people who are into ayahuasca often tell of the dazzling black), Silver and Ruby red.
Then before me stood a presence of a celestial being: Radiant, Glowing, deep blue eyes. It seems like she was made out of pure light, and she actually was transparent, since I still could see the ships in the harbor through her.
She said: “I would like to show you something if you don’t mind?”
I didn’t hear her with my physical ears but with my Inner Hearing.
She basically just intensified our eye contact, and now my ethereal body started to shiver like the physical had done, and I went into a very much higher toning of light that corresponded with my hearing. My ears started to get overloaded by high pitch sounds (very much like Tinnitus.)
– This is also very common for etheric traveling – our sensory system has to merge into a higher dimension, which often gives this side effect. The eyes act the same way, and they become very very sensitive to artificial lightning.
What I saw or what was shown to me still stands.
I was in a place, not surprisingly looking back, of Light. All sorts of light, but what was strange about this light, which I had no experience of, was that it was also a fabric – it had a firmness to it.
Going into to all this provided my consciousness with tranquility. There were Angelic beings flying the skies. The place had a sky.
In order to describe this well, I have to use the consciousness I have as an adult.
It was Angel country.
I saw that the Realm of Angels isn’t intertwined with our world. It’s a real place and it co-exists next to ours – right next – but they don’t mix. I saw our 3D reality obviously somehow much denser as a field next to me. I could touch it and somehow see into it. It is a Celestial firewall of heart-based programming, and if you aren’t in your heart you can’t breach it. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t go for it, but you can’t penetrate unless you go to the deepest realms of the heart.
– This could be interpreted as: Specialness. But it isn’t. Spirituality or Mystic perception is all about slowly, slowly catching the Monkey, and then The Celestial Hit Job can step in. That my friend, is one of the hidden layers in the Golden Caves within the tranquilly and the deepest depth of both our spiritual hearts and physical hearts.
– I don’t think anyone reading this would perceive the heart to be a muscle. And Science treats it that way. What bothers science these days, is the finding of brain cells in the heart. In trials science has noted, by showing people pleasant pictures and unpleasant pictures on a computer monitor, that the heart frequencies change before each picture is shown and before the brain can even register it. This goes to show a lot actually, but most importantly to me, it shows how much our ‘spiritual’ heart, intuitive hearts, Celestial hearts, protect us if we would just listen. Intuition is the keyword here.
I noticed the bridges between our realm and theirs. Thousands of bridges, spun like little stings of silk and covered with flowers of all kinds. I saw humans and angels walking from each side of the bridges and meeting up in the middle. It was very moving.
That would be a visual explainer of Us making solid connections with the Angelic Realm or Angels approaching Humans. I wrote that Angels just don’t interfere, in general. You have to open a room for them. A lot of people have – I can tell by the number of etheric bridges.
The buildings were made of fabrics of pulsing light and they were tall. The ones that I saw weren’t meant for living. They were (in mundane terms) universities, libraries, venues.
They study music and as I have hinted along the way, they are very curious about our music. If a composer has opened his mind and heart into the Mystic Field, they would Muse him. Same goes for writers, painters, architects – angels are very interested in architecture and they cover most of the expressions of creativity, like we do. They love the arts. One thing that is always present within the Angelic Realms is the Music of the Spheres. It’s hearable.
I believe the music of the Spheres is the gentle friction between the Heavens and in the space between the heavens, where Angels fight battles – they don’t take their battles home. One evolution within the evolution of Angels, is dedicated to Warriorhood. Many seem very interested in that aspect solely; again we must be careful not to project our own battles in and with this world, into the Celestial. It has gotten a bit out of hand maybe.
Among the myriad of Angels I saw, some were very different in appearance: There where tiny little angels and they will always stay that way, and there were mighty tall angels.
This difference, that I was noticing, was explained by the Celestial Lady who approached me from over my roof. She told me, in my minds ear, that many of the beings I saw came from other Angelic Realms throughout the Universe. Sounds a bit weird maybe: They were visiting or there to study something, and since Time has no meaning to the Celestial – which always has been and always will be – they could stay for what we would conceive to be years. My house is your house, seems to be the vibe.
If we want to study or engage in the concept ‘The Inner Child’, that is where the Angels are. I saw Angels playing and laughing and another surprise to me, they have shorelines and the most beautiful seas. So, Angels play at their beaches.
Side remark – I later learned, a couple of months ago: That we think of angels Above us. They are also present in our seas, not as mermaids (who are real by the way), but at angels. Would it sound too strange if I told you that I met angels at the bottom of the Mariana Trench – the deepest place on Earth, that James Cameron went to see in his submarine. I was, in my etheric journey, heading for the Hudson River. Suddenly I found myself at deepest sea amongst Angelic beings.
The plains: The vast fields, in the Angelic Realm, are as you can guess, beyond several worlds of beauty. On them Centaurs roam, and all kinds of animals made of fabrics of light. Birds, yes, angels are very tied into birds, hint: Wings. They love the sound of birds; it inspires them. And alongside Angels flying around, the coloring of birds, even those of the Amazon, can’t compare. The beautiful parrots and humming birds hint at it. It was mind-blowing.
The venues I mentioned would be used for acting, music – again the fine arts – and for educational purposes. I noticed a gathering with, I don’t know how many, in the audience: a qualified guess would be some 10,000 listening to the speaker. When she spoke I could only hear music coming out of her mouth and it was explained that was due to my perception. She was actually giving a speech.
I saw Cathedrals stretching miles high up into the skies. I saw the fish in the rivers. I saw the sadness in the Angels also, those who were tied in with humans, so something sad must have happened.
Empathy, or the esoteric of empathy, is that we do not feel ‘for’, but feel ‘with’.
I eventually came back into my body and descended through the roof, then the upstairs apartment and into my physical body. The pain of that was tremendous. Normally I don’t think I would have had any concept of the time frame for this, but thanks to my record, it lasted about 15 minutes. If I’d have a similar experience today, after it I would be wide-awake and that can last for a day or two with no sleep needed. At that place and time in my life though, I overslept school, and my hot date: Never was and never came. I really couldn’t find the right excuse.
I have painted the Angelic Realm a little bit for the inner eye to see. May I suggest that you, by this sketch drawn, could set out on your own journey of discovery. That is the sole intention of these writings on the Angels. If I go any further I will also be suggesting too much, and it is very important, like when we go traveling the Morph say, that we make our own observations and conclusions.
To demand that everybody’s experience is the same, in The Realm of Mystic, is a huge misconception. We don’t even do that in 3D. We don’t hear a speech the same way, we do not interpret a poem and a painting the same way. We can only hope to inspire others by giving them our interpretation.
Thank you for coming all this way with me. Hope that you found it worthwhile.
Goodbye for now.
© 2015 Soren Dreier / Full repost only by permission.