Asking about my Path, the Sleep Paralysis Movie (my involvement with a film project about “dreams”), Morpheus (God of Dreams), psychopomp, Egypt and Sirius rising now.
I see my Spirit Guide Hermes in Space. He’s writing with a quill. Today we will meet up at 6:05 pm. 6 is Venus, 5 is Mercury. Pyramid, alignment, on task and schedule, lift off- Love Power, RA. The Priestesses are coming out of their Temples into RA’s Rays of Remembrance. Emerging, re-member-ing. ISIS We are One. Rise to the Sphynx in 2014! Gather your wits, Sirius Rises. We are Powered MultiDimensionally, through all Layers of Self and Sisterhood!
The Priestesses are Coming Out, Sisters I call to you! Claim Time now, Come Forth~ QueenDom.
Sun beams and Rainbows fill my sight ~ Soul Glow Gold.
Hermes has a Crow- Psychopomp- our Connection, small beaks looks like the nub of a pen. “Any black bird” Red ribbon gift of Peace out of Darkness, the Glitter in the Night, the Beauty of Moon Gnosis.
What do I feed it ? (referring to the bird) Hermes hands me the bird in our glitter space Astral realm. “Seeds of Love, feeds the bird” Does it Talk? The Bird is a conduit to help ease Sirius Densities on my auric field. A Messenger between messengers. Through Gods Love for you, precious. Underworld Treasures. This Astral bird has eyes for you- project thoughts through bird to Astral Mirror to ask Higher Consciousness Questions. Other Gifts from the Underworld include, the cup of wisdom, the library of spiritual history, Tombs of Gnosis. I see All manner of Red, strawberry glitter heart, High Creative Art. Vibrant tones glowing, beauteous light out of darkness. Lush, Alive, Vibronic Essence.
I then have a vision, with in this vision. Hermes shows me a Parchment Scroll, Pictured is a Rainbow Light Body. He then shows me a lovely piece of art- like a wood cut out but animated by love power. It seems it is Dianna, the Goddess, watering flowers- the souls, the crop of humanity. This carried with it strong tones of the 9 of Pentacles Card in the Tarot- meaning earned Wealth, independence and generosity toward others. An over all tone was the Star Card- Guided by God and Divine Providence.
Hermes says this “card’ Represents a Promise or Contract fulfilled, an appointment, he says my rainbow light body is ready. I see my rainbow light body as a form- meditating, in half lotus position. Image of the Soul, Accomplishment, Solomons Temple.
Hermes says my connection to Past Life Egypt is another dimension, so not classically seen as “past life”~ “When you were a Goddess.” She is you. So you don’t “remember” Egypt, Projection of the Soul Self as “Egyptian” Sirian Goddess, No Time, true Soul beyond Duality.
I then had a VERY INTENSE experience with Hermes…. His Eyes filled with Light, and the Light Projected forth great beams of white- “I Bind you to the Infinite Power of One! I Love you Beyond the Cosmos, You are the Very Ether.” Hermes has this great Flame- Lights, Fire, White Fire- He Is a Burst in Flames of White Purifying Fire. He comforts me that the transmission has to be this Strong and Powerful because it is Golden, it is LOVE POWER. This must be seen as true and not diluted, Full Force. He is now coming down- the flames mellowing to a purple violet.
I see Purple Velvet Cloth, Hermes asks me to Feel it, and it feels “real”. The fabric is lush, and I notice Two Interlocking Golden Rings, on what I can see now is a Purple Velvet display pillow. I also see a small white Dove carrying a Rose in it’s beak. Hermes States; “The Meaning will come in Time, for now Let us Rejoice!” and I see an Empty wine glass with a rose in it.
This vision was such a powerful experience it makes me question reality. It’s not often I must go Through Powerful Initiations such as this one. There could be NO DOUBT left in me, that Hermes Loves me, for real.
My name is Korinne, the “French” version of Kore. Kore is the Goddess who came from the light to learn from and to overcome the underworld. My life mythos closely follows the Kore/Persephone myth- the Maiden and the Darkness.
My life began the mirror image of this myth through Sleep Paralysis- were I had a Real boogeyman tormenting me throughout my adult development. Sleep paralysis is often accompanied with haunting feelings and a shadow figure- or alien- or creepy creature. For me it was always the Shadow man.
Sleep Paralysis followed the same pattern for me.
I would lie down; soon a wave of utter exhaustion would wash over me. My limbs grew too heavy to move and my eyes sealed shut. I could not move, not even an eyelid.
Then I felt a vibration passing through my body, following the path of an electrical current. Sometimes the vibration was so intense I felt like I was hooked up to live voltage.
Then I would hear voices of pain, suffering and anger in my mind.
I would see a three-dimensional shadow of a man near my bed. The feeling I got from him is not of this world. I have described it as “hyper evil”. It was a very high vibration of low deep death, a dark vibration that permeated me like the boom of fireworks. It reminds me of what insanity must feel like.
He would walk disjointed, (like the effect of a strobe light or stop motion photography), vibrating that awful feeling accompanied by a choir of angry screams and tortured sobs.
I would try anything to awaken from this state of terror, from moving my eyes in certain esoteric patterns to prayer, which seldom worked.
The times I was successful in escaping the “Shadow man” I astral projected out of my body otherwise known as an “out of body experience”. I remember several times landing on the floor, out of my bed and out of my body.
I never saw the shadow man in my room after I was out of my body.
I remember leaving my room on several occasions to find a hiding spot near my mother where I could fall asleep. For years I thought someone picked me up and placed me back onto my bed, because that is where I always woke up. I did not realize I was in spirit (or astral) during my evening trips.
I will always remember the years of endless nocturnal terror, walking around at school in a daze, haunted by my dreams throughout the day. I experienced episodes of sleep paralysis at least twice a week (more often it was nightly) until I was nineteen years old.
Dream Weavers : A Poem
As I sit here in my silence I can feel the haunting walls closing in on me. I light a cigarette to keep me company. I can feel them, their moving all about. There’s no use in trying to shut them out. They dash and creek weaving the thread that leaves me weak. Wearily I smoke until the embers die. Here in darkness I lie. Coming closer, growing in sound, vibration permeates the very ground. Their coming for me. Paralyzed with dead eyes. Do you call this a dream? The sound like a madness scream. Energy, the stinging tingling attacks me like voltage. In my room. In my head. The things I see when I am dead.
The subject of the shadow man and nightly terror is a ripe field for the Jungian psychologist to go poking around in. According to Jungian psychology all the characters in our dreams or our minds are reflections of our own psyche. A Jungian thinker may ask themselves “Why would such a young child be experiencing traumatic hypnogogic hallucinations? One would question how her shadow self could have risen to such proportions as to frighten her out of her skin literally.”
I was physically battered and verbally abused on a daily basis. The psychic visions of Vietnam from my “father figure” and his demonic way of punishing me and controlling me set up a physical embodiment of the boogie man.
Peace came to me only in complete solitude. I struggled into my mid twenties with post “dramatic” (traumatic) stress disorder. On the flip side, we can never know darkness more than we have the capability to know the light. I feel I stretched far into the darkness so that I could slingshot back, straight to into the Light.
So what is Sleep Paralysis? Scientifically speaking, normally the body releases the chemical melatonin (paralysis juice) so that we do not act out our dreams in our physical body. Researchers have said the brain releases too much melatonin into the body, therefore we become paralyzed while our mind is not yet in the REM or dream state. A somewhat higher dose of melatonin does not explain the hypnogogic hallucinations. Many speculate that sleep paralysis and alien abduction are the same thing. Others with sleep paralysis describe seeing many dark creatures or aliens. I always saw the same three-dimensional shadow man.
I have not discovered the full story behind sleep paralysis. I do know it occurs as a common side effect of astral travel. The vibration in my body rose so much that I could feel it just like an arch of electricity. In order to astral project our energy must rise, or vibrate at a higher rate to get the soul out of the body. Sleep paralysis is a distorted disoriented state of consciousness that triggers our primordial fight or flight response (possible fear of death), thus causing our brain to release large amounts of “Fear” or “Defense” chemicals into our emotional system. Perhaps the body’s response to being awake and paralyzed confuses our delicate electrical system? Could the chemicals released cause the hallucinations, or is our mind actually aware of an alternate dimension in which these “dark creatures” or “aliens” live?
I was twelve years old when I saw the movie “A Nightmare on Elm Street”. Freddy Kruger the nightmare man was tormenting teenagers in their sleep. What a gruesome shadow man he was, burned flesh with a “dad” hat (representing authority) and razor claws made to rip your soul apart. In the movie the dream became a reality as Freddy Kruger jumped from dreamland into our world through the power he gathered from his victims fear. The screams of terror gave Freddy the key to our physical reality.
Sleep Paralysis could have easily been the inspiration for the blockbuster “Nightmare” series. “A Nightmare on Elm Street” had been the only form of media I had seen that even touched on my Dreamtime.
I took the philosophy of the movie into my heart. ‘If you are confronted with the boogeyman face him’. I fought for several years with this new dream character Freddy manifested in full archetype in my dreamscape. Finally for once I did something different. I would usually run from him, try to fight him, attack him, or simply astral project out of my body as a way of escape.
In this dream Freddy and I were on the stairs at my aunt Pat and uncle Bobs home. The boogeyman and I were in a death grip as I tried to over power him. Maybe it was because we were so close, I could see into his eyes. I stopped my effort and looked at him. I saw a very flawed and sad human through all that pain and gore. I was filled with compassion. I reached out to him, embracing him with my heart and my arms, charred flesh, brimstone smell and all.
I no longer encountered Freddy in my dreams, that nightmare was finally over. Psychoanalyzing this dream tells me that part of my psyche felt like Freddy, a freak, an outcast, a killer. My soul had to learn that “evil” is merely suffering.
Currently I am 36 and an educated occultist and professional psychic/channel. I feel I have the “training” to find and figure out the “Shadowman”. I do not take Carl Jungs psychological explanation as an “excuse” for the shadow. I do not believe in the concept of “Evil” or a devil- Like I said that Shadow seemed “not of this world” so I have no knowledge that it was actually trying to hurt me. I don’t blame the shadow- I am just curious to the point of being angry :).
HOLLY WOOD CALLING
UPDATE: JANUARY 2015
THE NIGHTMARE – A Documentary Film about SLEEP PARALYSIS ~
I am one of 8 who were Interviewed for this Movie by Director Rodney Ascher.
The Occultist in the Corner 