i woke up to feel myself in sleep paralysis and i willed that i would try to contact friends in an interdimensional reality. On that state i was on the top of a cabin. there was a hole, a crack on the ceiling and i stretched my arm through the opening reaching out to hold a friendly hand. That's the only way to describe it. To my senses,it seemed to be a hole in the ceiling from where i stretched out my hand, it felt as if i was 'fishing' a hand downwards in all directions although i could not see anything until i grabbed hold of a soft female hand and i started out sensing the hand softly and alternatively i also felt my hand being sensed, i didn't bother to check out whose hand i was touching, but i was sure it belonged to a soul mate. Now it occurs to me to have been in a higher dimension while i used my hand as a probe into a lower dimension seeking for 'parallel' friendly contact. It was an extremely pleasurable contact. And i sensed there was a loving warm personality behind that hand, i could feel its essence its substance, an uncondicional interaction where sensuality was excluded and the feeling is hard to describe.The periphery of the hole was just precisely the diameter of my hand and the hole seemed to be plastic cause it stretched to let my arm go down. I touched the other hand, and it felt smooth and the touching was done with the non-physical hands all the way down through the hole inside the interior of the cabin. I would call it clairsensitivity cause there was nothing but blackness. My sight open as i grabbed hold of a hand, before that It was blackness, and as i held that hand the feeling of interaction, friendly relationship based on true love. At the end of the experience my vision was good enough I could see the owner of that hand, a friend from work, a colleague. We were communicating using other means, a direct communstication soul-to-soul. As i knew the owner of the hand i confess a faint feeling of sensuality appeared. I poked my arm out of the hole and remained on the top of the virtual cabin. i poked my arm through carefully. Nothing. THe colleague had disappeared. No more hands. None. i ducked my arm back and felt myself standing once again on the top of the cabin and from there i woke up and got up in my physical, and sat up. i said to myself- Jesus!!!
This was an example in which i try to make it clear that i am not new on the topic of sleep paralysis. I think i have enough experience in the so called altered states of consciousness, sleep paralysis, astral projection and other varieties of psi abilities to tell i was not dellusional when i came across a grey et in my bedroom in sleep paralysis and it eyed me (if i can use this verb properly here). I know it sounds ridiculous as anything related to flying saucers and ets. But most contradictorily the stuff is really ridiculous for the simple fact the phenomena attributed to those who live in the 4th dimension challenges all our 3D concepts of reality. i consider myself as the owner of a very high sense of humor. Although having passed through the weirdest experiences in our house, while my wife was still alive, I cannot help but laughing at what we had been through, and some times i got terrorized at the amazing otherworldly experiences we had been shown.
At times when i can spare half and hour in the afternoon, between my assignments at school, as i said i work as a helper in the secretary office i google some cases of victims of alien abduction. i know how they suffer, i understand what they have been through cause i have lived with an abductee and i, myself have also been abducted. You won't wish to go through this experience. At times you feel a surmount of energy, you feel powerful, fearless as you could fly. But remember a 4th dimensional power that can go through the walls, that is limitless in power is temporarily obsessing you. What if you would jump and imagine you will have winds to fly like a bird. You will not cause you live in a 3D world, your abductors can fly without wings and can go through the wall. You cannot . Now you figure why so many abductees have committed suicide. As the song by Pearl Jam says...I stay alive.