I’ve been having an extended dialogue with a spirit medium who’s a nurse and at this point has had tons of death bed visitation type experiences, which is an aspect of NDE’s that your “rationalist” skeptics just conveniently ignore for the most part. If your prototypical white light near death experience can be attributed solely to shifts in brain chemistry, then why do other people in the vicinity seem to experience them too?
Now, this person was involved with the Occult for years in her youth but hasn’t practiced in a long time and she’s honestly sort of in denial about the extent of her abilities. I keep encouraging her. What’s even more bizarre is the things she communicates with want her to tell me certain things specifically, and when she tells me these things I’m like, yep, I’ve seen that stuff, I know precisely why they wanted you to tell me that. Which is what you’ll see in this exchange we had regarding her mother’s recent passing. She even used some graphics program to help visualize the whole experience. Enjoy:
So, I’m taking care of my mom, all I want is for her 6 children to get to see her before she passes. I let everyone know, we were running out of time. Finally all arrangements had been made but people wouldn’t be arriving for 3 days. I was so worried, mom looked bad, she didn’t have days, she had hours at that point. I was sitting at the foot of her bed, I was rubbing her feet to keep her aware. I was begging the universe for more time to fulfill her wish, to be with her children. I couldn’t eat or sleep, I was afraid she’d go any minute.
That’s me, (lol) at the foot of her bed. The draw are crude, but you’ll get the general idea.
So I look up at her, then something draws my attention. Beside her, right next to her bed, I see a dark swirling motion.
It was small, and sort of spinning. I stared, I blinked and there it was, some swirling dark mass, then it started to elongate.
It was so solid, I couldn’t see through it. I was thinking “WTF?!?”
It got bigger and started to take the shape of a LARGE cloaked figure.
At this point I’m fucking terrified. It was solid but was swirling and still getting bigger. I wanted to scream in terror, I opened my mouth to scream, but instead I shouted at it.
I said “WHAT ARE YOU?”I was so scared by its solid looking form, I asked again “what the hell are you, are you here? Are you actually here or is this dimensional? I think talking to it was helpful, I was less scared of it. It didn’t answer my questions, not audibly, but I started talking back as if I was talking to it. When it was completely there I said – AZRAEL! I REMEMBER YOU, I have met you before! I don’t know if I told you about the time when I was young, and in a bad group, but didn’t know it yet, they loved my ability and put me in a ritual that was way over my head. They invoked the angel of death at a Halloween ceremony and I was smack dab in the middle, I was the one who was to receive any messages. So it sounded like a one sided conversation, I don’t know why I said anything I said, I didn’t hear anything from the figure. I said please give her more time. They will all be here soon, 4 days, please. After a pause I said – No No, I’m not trying to bargain, I asking you, look into her soul, she is a good person, look! Yes, I remember, it’s been a long time, -pause- Yes, I’m sorry, I understand we don’t have the same concept of time,- pause- forgive me, it’s good to see you again… (Omg I’m an idiot)
That’s me again when I wanted to scream but shouted Azrael! My dog Sirus was there and he was terrified too, he was shaking and wanted to leave the room but didn’t want to leave me.”
It had a wispy motion to it the whole time, it was terrifying and yet sort of beautiful. It was awesome and formidable. I could see a figure under the cloak, it wasn’t blue, it’s blue in my drawing because of the limited pallet.
Then just as it came, it starts to leave, it gets smaller and smaller until it’s finally gone and I’m left sitting there with my jaw agape and tears running down my face. She lived exactly one more week to the day, she died on the full moon.”
My response (edited):
“The story of the angel of death there is quite compelling. I’ve actually always gotten the vibe that this was one of my protector entities. Same shit, entity in a black cloak. I was sort of unconsciously trying to kill myself with booze and pills for most of my 20’s, but this was the precise thing that was stopping me. In a dream it eventually even explained that to me. Look, I see what you’re doing, you’re trying to escape. The problem is that I’m not allowed to let you. In 2015 I did a psilocybin ritual. The next day it explained to me that by summoning me into sorcery, the thing saved my life. It was even more hilarious because it then told me that if I would have died it wouldn’t have been a big deal because there were like 4 of me in alternate dimensions and one was bound to die. So yeah, not only have I seen the things you’re talking about there, but I’ve gotten the impression that these sort of things are in fact protecting me in a way. Or keeping me in prison. However you want to look at it I suppose.”
Thad McKraken is a psychedelic writer, musician, visual artist, filmmaker, Occultist, and pug enthusiast based out of Seattle. He is the author of the books The Galactic Dialogue: Occult Initiations and Transmissions From Outside of Time, both of which can be picked up on Amazon super cheap.
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