Of all the things I have written about this one thing never felt as important as it does right now. I have heard some noises and voices in my house lately, and its happened frequently. I have two dogs and there are times when i'm alone at home. I was upstairs today and heard the door open and close. Curious, I kept listening. I heard the clang of a bowl and then talking. I smiled, because I was positive my mom had gotten home from the store. "Mom what'd you get?!" I shouted out. Silence responded. I felt creeped out so I went downstairs. I was surprised to see my dogs laying on the floor, and everything untouched.
Previous days this same thing keeps happening and I don't get it. I'm either going insane or something else, but the thing is i'm not even sure. I'm more involved in seeing the future, and attempting astral projecting. Since I have room to fill I may as well tell about my dream. I was in the middle of a dream when suddenly out of nowhere I realize i'm dreaming and become conscious. The scene changes and i'm in this stretch of grassy bumpy land as far as I can see in any direction. I start to jog and stop, feeling the need to look at the sky. Long description short, it was basically the whole universe. I realized I may be able to astral project so I imagined a rope for me to climb into the astral plane or whatever. Instead two appeared and I couldn't climb them without getting slack. Again, long story short a kid from school I barely talk to appeared and helped me to climb to rope. Basically I just got really nervous and dropped down. That's when I woke up. Both of these stories would be nice to have answers to. Comment please! Thanks!:D!
To repel these voices for a small period of time, read this funeral poem whilst looking out or facing towards the window.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
When you wake from morning's hush,
I am the swift upliftng rush,
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the soft starlight at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I didn't die.
I hope this helps you.