From August 2016
This morning I had a dream, one of those dreams that stay with you during the day, possibly a recollection of an ‘astral rescue’ brought back in the form of a dream.
This dream was extremely dramatic and heart-wrenching and so very real. I was a child and we were at my old school but I wasn’t me I was a boy. We were being kept hostage there were a lot of us and the men holding us were crazy as if they were on drugs. They would shoot children on an angry whim. It was terrifying.
One of the men was angry and he noticed our group of children, he came over and got us all to stand up while he pointed his gun at us. I knew it was my turn as he pointed his gun at me I knew I was about to die. I remember I was wearing a white T-shirt, he was about to pull the trigger and I jumped up in the air and shouted ‘Thank you Life!’ as I wanted to thank life for the little I had had. The man fired but it missed me, he shot again, but missed then he got distracted.
He then started firing with a machine gun and we ducked, miraculously he missed us all. Then I found myself a room there was a gap in the wall and there were some people outside, no one knew we were being kept hostage I tried to get their attention, at first they thought we were joking then we wrote a big black H for Help on a piece of paper. One of the people was a young man dressed in a black leather jacket and black trousers sitting at a table drinking something in a black mug.
We started to hear voices that weren’t of our captors and we knew we were just about to be rescued. The door opened and the police came in, I almost collapsed from relief, the emotion was so real, such relief. There was another child with me, my sister in the dream, and we hugged crying, then we left the room. As I walked I saw the young man who had rescued us, we smiled at each other.
The emotions in this dream were so strong I woke up exhausted.
Looking on internet this morning I thought there might have been a hostage situation somewhere. Then I saw that tomorrow back in 2004 was the first day of the Beslan school tragedy. Consciously I had no idea.
I got to thinking this morning that these events happen and we almost forget completely about them as we get on with our lives, losing ourselves in our own ‘busyness’ however around the time of the anniversary of the event maybe we pick up on the emotion of the people involved and so it looms up in our subconscious.
Furthermore, having experienced the terror in the dream I wonder how many children remained locked in that terror not realising even that they had died, repeating the same scenario over and over. Maybe when people remember these events and tune into the people who have died, then an opening occurs so that guides can get through to reach them and guide them out, like the young man in black who seemed to be waiting for a way to get in. There must be a lot of people in Russia this week thinking back to 1st September 2004 and the people they lost.
The young man in black seemed familiar I felt a strong connection, years ago I had a guide I called the man in black as he was the cool silent type and always in black. This guy seemed a younger version of him, I can’t help thinking that he could have been another version of myself.