This morning when my alarm sounded I promptly hit the snooze button. I immediately noticed beside my bed was standing an alien Being from another dimension. He was what I would consider to be very hideous. His skin was a khaki tan hybrid color with a leathery wet look. He was some form of humanoid creature. I thought, “Wow, he is ugly.” I was however not afraid. I want to know who these visitors are and why they have been seeking me out. I thought it important to note the time on my alarm clock. It was 7am sharp. I then felt my body jerk abruptly as I was lifted by my mid-section. I felt the right side of my face scrap what felt like concrete. I passed out for a few moments. It all happened so quickly.
When I regained consciousness I was lying face down. I could feel the pain in my face from the impact when I landed. I could vaguely remember my face hitting the ground yet my surroundings was still my bedroom but I somehow knew I was no longer in my bedroom. My nose and sinuses were full of mucus. I rolled slightly to my side. My alien visitor was beside me examining me. I did not fear. This was my chance to figure out what they want from me. As I looked at him, I immediately had a vision.
This vision was unique in that everything happened concurrently as if I was outside of linear time. I will describe it linearly but I can’t honestly say what happened first. I was also completely awake the entire time.
I traveled at great speed over a desert landscape. I was without a doubt on another planet possibly Venus or Mercury because the sun was at least twice the size it is on Earth. Even though it was early morning, I could see the sun in all its fullness. I was amazed at the clarity with which I was viewing this other reality. I was completely immersed in my new reality. I could see people. I stared into their faces noting all features. Not one detail was omitted. This was not a dream. They were human like me possibly gods from another planet. It reminded me of Egypt but the desert sand was red like it is in New Mexico. The landscape was also very jagged. People here lived not in houses but in the sand. There were many beautiful white and gold temples. The landscape was breathtaking. I walked among the people. Many wore saffron robes that flowed with the breeze. There were children present too. As I walked among them I could hear their thoughts. I presume they could hear mine because they were talking to me telepathically and responding to my every thought.
I had the impression I was in some sort of rehabilitation compound. I wanted to experience my new reality so I accepted it. I accepted this new life around me. As they were examining me. A young man with a kind face drew blood from my arm. He said, “Hold still.” I could hear the heart monitor in the distance. I could see the blood as it began to flow through the tubing but it didn’t seem to come from me. I felt nothing. I heard him say, “You can let go now.” I then heard the heart monitor go flat with a single sustained tone. I thought to myself, “Have I died? Is this the end? Is this how I died?” My next thought was? “OK, I’ll go with it.” I accepted my death if that was what had just occurred. I didn’t care. I simply wanted to continue the experience to see where it would lead.
As I was being examined, a Being very different from the original one at my bedside came upon those attending me and said to them, “This one is one of ours.” I was lead away on a cart that floated above the ground like a hover craft. There were now military personnel among those present. I was allowed to gather some of my belongings from a nearby locker. In the locker was a leather backpack I had purchased many years ago when I went to Greece during a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, Egypt and Israel. I was surprised to see a cell phone in one of its pockets. I had never seen this cell phone before but somehow I recognized it as mine. It had many features with many buttons which looked more like a remote control than a cell phone. I was told that I could use it at any time to call for help. I was warned however not to use a certain set of features which were presently grayed out.
There was a gentleman standing next to me while I was searching through my locker. As I stood there puzzled with what I had found….our hands touched. I felt an incredible sense of love in his touch flow through Him and to me. I knew the touch to be a silent acknowledgment of the presence of Spirit. I knew God was with me.
The lockers suddenly shifted and I could not remember which of the many lockers was mine. Having my leather bag in hand, I asked the kind gentleman if he would care for my bag in his locker. He then gave me the combination and address of his locker. I was surprised that he had that level of trust in me enough to give me his personal information. He didn’t seem to think twice about it. The lockers then shifted again and became a book case filled with books of all sorts. I suddenly had access to a wealth of knowledge.
I was then taken on the hover craft to survey the land. I observed everything very carefully trying hard to remember all details to bring back with me…assuming I made it back I wanted to be able to journal it all. I looked and found the year in which I now found myself. The year was 3684. We passed by the foundation of what was once the World Trade Center. The towers no longer stood here. There was not even a city that remained. I knew I needed to bring something back. This was inportant information. New York was a thing of the past. I could see the remnants of a building that once stood here. Atop the building read, “Giv Dar.” Even though this place had been devastated….there was a sense of incredible peace. I sensed the presense of those who died here.
Upon returning to the rehabilitation compound I was greeted by others. They asked me where I had been taken. I answered, “The Place of Death”. They immediately read my thoughts. They were able to see everything I have experienced in this lifetime. I was an open book to them. In the face of death I found peace.
The vision faded as my consciousness returned. My gaze was set upon my alarm clock which now read 7:40am.
Having done my research I found:
I looked up Giv in Wikipedia which redirected me to “Shahnameh,” or the “The Book of Kings.” Dar seems to mean a place or city and is hindu word which is Sanskrit for “supporter”. It’s is usually associated with a geographical place such as Dar es Shalaam.
Shāhnāmé, or Shāhnāma (Persian: شاهنامه )(alternative spellings are Shahnama, Shahnameh, Shahname, Shah-Nama, etc.), “The Book of Kings” , is an enormous poetic opus written by the Persian poet Ferdowsi around 1000 CE and is the national epic of the Persian-speaking world. The Shāhnāmeh tells the mythical and historical past of Iran from the creation of the world up until the Islamic conquest of Iran in the 7th century.
My co-worker is Iranian so I asked him about Shahnameh. I was suprised to find out that he knew the writing well. I wanted to understand how the word Giv possibly related to this work. He told me that Giv in one of the main characters in the Epic.