June 20, 2005
I begin to distinguish more colors and lift more veils, but I cannot be enthusiastic about what I see. The asparagus in glass jars that I used to like so much now look quite different on my plate. The bright creamy white of my 3D vision disappears and I see their colors in the etheric, which are mucous vibrations of death and decay.
Several years ago, when I first began to see the energy fields surrounding physical bodies, I sat in my back yard near our little pond. There was a frog bathing in the sun and I decided to focus on its auric field to see what it looked like. I was in for quite a surprise, for as I began to focus, I felt an energy shift in my vision and all of a sudden my entire surroundings changed. There was a muddy yellow fog all around me, and the pond and its grass and waterlillies which looked idyllic just a moment ago turned into a threatening scene from a horror movie. I jumped up and ran into the house.
When I looked at the pond again, it looked normal, peaceful and bathing in rays of sunshine. I never enjoyed sitting near the pond again after that experience. I could now feel the vibrations surrounding the place, and such vibrations abound in the region in Holland where I live. This is Europe, and we have a history of abuse, usury and misuse of spiritual knowledge stored in the grids of our land.