Written and published (from old notes) on 25 February 2021
I recall many years ago I had a nightmare about an underground room in a house. The grounds where the house was located were secluded and forested.
I remember the strong smell of urine that hung in the room above the underground room. I recall, from the astral plane, an explanation by the owner of the house that he liked the smell of urine because it reminded him of men dying and another statement that he liked to view people dying because of the light that went up and away from their bodies at the moment of death.
That fits in with the following nightmare: With astral vision, I saw a desiccated person in a ‘wine cellar’, an 8′ x 12′ x 10′ high underground room, pitch dark, with no stairs or ladder up. It was a woman; she had been without food or water for a length of time that she could not determine. She asked me for help; she was in pain. It seemed to her that the skin had been removed from her face. She sounded calm but resigned. I could not offer any help, as I was not certain where she was.
I saw an odd coffee table; it had two legs short and two legs long. It was on top of a rug next to a sofa which had no legs. Thus a person sitting on the sofa was about at the right level to be next to the low coffee table. The ‘holding pen’ room in the first nightmare was located under the odd coffee table.
I had a nightmare about the corpse of a man, his back on the coffee table, shoulders at the end of the coffee table with shorter legs. The back of his head hung over the bucket, exposing his neck, which was sliced. Blood from the wound flowed into a bucket on the floor under his head …
Drawing: “Butcher Coffee Table,” by Alice B. Clagett, 25 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0 … DESCRIPTION: Coffee table with back legs two inches higher than front legs, Corpse of a man on its back on the coffee table, with shoulders at the low end of the coffee table. The back of the head of the corpse is hanging off the edge of the coffee table, exposing the neck. There is a bucket on the floor under the neck. There is a serrated kitchen knife hanging in the air above the man’s neck.
I had another vision of a cabinet hand-lined with lead sheeting, at the level of the floor and to the right of the sink in an old but inhabited house. In my nightmare, that cabinet was used to slide parts of butchered people into, in preparation for barbecue parties on the adjacent patio.
I fell into the notion that these nightmare had to do with a killing cult, a mind control cult that had murdered every member who decided to leave the cult.
What awful nightmares! I cannot tell their cause, as they only took place for a little while, and then, by God’s grace, they went away, never to be encountered again.
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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