Comments by "Gen Ohmni" (@KingOhmni) on "The Occult #288: Things That Frightened me as a Little Kid" video.
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So. I was one of those I see dead people kids. It all started with a toy box that was given to us by a family down the road who had gotten it from their parents. Exact age is disputed within family but anyway. I was about 2 when it was put in my room. It had a big jolly clown face on the front. I hated it. But that was cos, you guessed it, sometimes the lid would open and a set of red baleful eyes would gleam out and sometimes something would get out and scare the ever loving shit outta me.
Even rarer still were the times an old man, with flat cap and dirt etched into his wrinkles and fingernails, who shone with an inner cool white light. He would chase the shadow man back into his box and sing me lullabies to sleep. Now get this. An old man died of a heart attack in my room before my mam moved in. My town is built on iron ore mining and steel processing through the industrial revolution.
That old man was more than likely than not a part of a couple generations of miners. Hence the dirt. Anyway.
I'm scared of clowns and to this days they elicit an irrational flight or fight response from me. Reading the book It as an adult opened some doors in my noggin (I had to sleep with the lights on and was a nervous wreck for about 2 weeks straight)it was the start of me ending up in 4 years of psychodynamic therapy. Not just that, some other stuff at that time that involved police, criminal conviction, losing my job, my best mate turning her back on me after a stupid bust up etc.
ANyway, my mam once begrudglingly told me when I was older. She said despite trying to brush off my claims as a kid she always believed me because when I was 2 weeks old she left the house to buy fags (cigarettes) from the shop over the road. I was safely asleep in the crip. It was 1988, a different era lol (if you read this Tarl, my bday is 6th of Jan :P and thine hair is longer than yours, having to double ponytail the damn stuff). Well my mam was maybe 100 meters away when she got the sudden urge to look at her home. She turned (straight round) and saw my terraced childhome outlined in a shimmering whitish gold aura.
My mam was like wtf and rushed back not quite believing her eyes. When she opened the front door all seemed right but then she entered the living room where I was. My mam said there was a full on vortex of shit orbiting around a blissfully asleep me in the crip. No energy or wind or sound, just stuff orbiting at different distance and speeds around my crip that was totally undisturbed. And when I say full on my mam said the wooden fireplace surround, TV and cabinet and smaller stuff like candles and various clocks (my mam liked having more than one clock in the living room back in the day.) Were all floating about.
Naturally my mam was a bit scared shit less but she said there was nothing getting damaged and indeed when she stepped into it and picked me up from the crib nothing kicked off. She quietly asked whatever was here to leave her and her child alone and things did not exactly fly back into position, like she said the tv was perfectly put back except upside down and not plugged in, barring some chipped bonechina nothing was really damaged.
So while she never wanted to accept the crap I said I saw in my school, cemeteries, mates houses, old buildings and sometimes when I touched old things and certainly not what was in that damanble toy box she deep down always did believe me.
It made childhood rather difficult in all honesty. On top of being dyspraxic, higher functioning tism and partially colour blind I had to try and fit into a society that is fundamentally geared to reject spirituality which I sorely needed to balance everything I have experianced thus far in life. Not religion, not science. Spiritualism. I eventually became a paganistic deist.
Now before this gets any longer. I never believed in astral projection. Lucid dreaming for sure cos I have been doing that since I was a kid however back near the start of the year I met someone online. Well. One day shortly into us talking privately N shit I have a dream where I leave my body in the classic sense of floating up while looking at ones self asleep on your bed however when I moved my, for want of a better term, astral body, it caused things to break down into what I can best describe as pulsing strings of colour, all interconnected but defining the 3 dimensions in a wireframe like fashion (ya know, like in video games but those wireframes are themselves containing extra gemoetry). So without really knowing what I was doing but lucid in this dream I, input would imply hardware, erm summoned my desires? Yeah, something like that.
Anyone way I set off flying along the coast of the North East UK, along to summerset (or is it dorset, the bit off the coast of ancient doggerland. SW England), over a North Sea that looked amazing in my vision, and on into the location my as yet physically unmet potential partner was. Basically I come to her as a creature of energy and we make love. Like pretty friggin awesome cos, well, pulsing strings throbbing in tandem to the tempo...if you understand me.
Soooo. I wake up like. Nahhhhh. That could only have been an awesome lucid dream. I do the morning hello to potential partner. Her response. If only you knew what you did to me last night. Ermmmmmm. So that happened for both of us then. She was like fuck off, you dreamed that as well? I said, I know right. Needless to say the whole potential partner thing became redundant after that. Best part is my friends still worry I'm being catfished lmao.
Nah, definitly not. And if it was not for this restriction carp I'd be in her part of Europe rather than UK but bleh. And you may think, hold up dude. You can travel can't you? Well yeah but long story short, she almost died of the rona, (unlucky cytokine response) only to then get in a major car crash not long after recovering from that. While she walked out of the high speed wreck she slipped into coma for almost 2 months. Only just woke up a few days up ago :) But no hospital visitors in that part of Europe as per restrictions.
Jeez louise this turned into an epic long ass post. If someone does read this and does the twatter, point Tarl in this direction. I reckon he'd enjoy this not so little yarn. Either way, have a good day dear reader and kudos if you got this far.
(So glad no memes can be posted like on Bitchute for pretty much the first time ever. Why? The responses to this would be filled with clown gifs... nononononononono. NOOOOOOOOO. Just no.)
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