I have written a story about my OBE's, but nothing can compare what happened afterward. I guess I should put this events in order. I was sometime last week; on the 7th of February. Then strange things happens while I'm about to sleep. Also, why I get better obe's whenever I sleep in the living room near my grandfather's picture. I don't know what all this means...
I was at home, right after I hung out with my friend Jessica. I happen to fall asleep, but then I fell. I know how it feels to fall into hell and feel the fire and brimstone. This was different. First I saw a series of different DEMONS; nightmares and shades. At the time I wondered why some things that are meant to be feared can be so beautiful? Well, I finally stopped into a room.
It looked like a hospital from hell room, and I felt that it was actually my turn to see the doctor. The doctor was a Demoness. She had beehive, faltered, blonde hair, and she wore a black dress with a v-neck, long sleeves that reached the floor from the wrists, and her collar was the same height as her hair. She wanted me on her operating table, and so she had out her, I think, 52 inch blades that are 6 inches at the base of the blade. It angles to a sharp point at the end. She missed me, but I ended sitting on her blade. I looked around and I found out that I wasn't the only one there. The Demoness spun around and got herself a needle filled with something. She spun around so fast that I braced myself for pain, but I managed to put my mind back to my body. Apparently, I've been stabbed by a needle and was injected with something. When I woke up, I waited a short while to get the rest of my soul to get back into my body, yet I had to draw what she looked like.
Afterwards, whenever I go to bed, something touches my left hand. Last year, something sliced my hand off, but I got it back. This time, something was holding my left ring finger; like it was concentrating to make itself into a ring. I think whenever I get my OBE's is when I'm out of my spiritual room. Its "spiritual" cause I have memoirs of my friends and family in there, and I have amethyst earrings near me. When I laid down on my new futon with my head towards where the sun sets and underneath my grandfather's picture, I either leave my body to heaven or hell, sometimes limbo. I don't know what that means, but I do know if I sleep the other way, underneath my grandma's picture, I get nightmares.
Am I the only one who can go through the gates? Destined to for one side or the other? Has anyone else gone through the gates other than me? I've heard that (or read) that I'm not suppose to let something take me away when I'm out of my body, and yet I get dragged through the gates of heaven and hell. I have no idea what that means. Or what has injected into my leg. All these questions, but I get no answers. Please someone answer them for me...