u/Here4tehConvos

Has anyone encountered something like a very thick heavy door locked from the other side. In my experience i was feeling my way through a pitch dark cavernous room. I knew the door was there, roughly what it looked like, huge, medieval, rough timber bound in metal. But couldn’t see anything. I knew that if I could reach the door to open it, a whole world would be revealed beyond. But when I reached to touch it, a powerful energetic FORCE collided into me, throwing me back into wakefulness. This happened 3x and not since. I’ve met two other people like myself, all of us avid natural travellers in childhood but later experienced some sort of Psychic Block SET BY AN OUTSIDE SOURCE. All 3 of us have the same frustration of being utterly unable to clear that lock, it’s maintained from something outside of our psyches. WTF is that. Have you any insight from your own experience into what I’m describing. It’s 💯 NOT a self imposed barrier, something else entirely, effectively preventing us from reaccessing Astral realms. If you don’t understand what I’m describing that’s okay because almost no one really seems to. Looking for responses from actual shared experience, and how you did it if you successfully cleared or circumvented that weird Block

Long odd+frustrating Beachworld dream, set in one of the Big Houses, this one at the Other Beach. Not the Asbury type place but the Dunes. Soft white sand, open beach past eel-grassy hillocks. Big Houses sprinkled around a shallow bay. Beautiful sunny day, light warm breeze. “Gentle Living” here.
I’ve visited before. This particular House is not the grand Tri story mansion where M. often shows up. But a luxurious, huge single story Beach Cabana with vaulted ceilings, many enormous windows and rooms. You step out onto the sand. It was I guess sometime in March or April- the giant Xmas tree still needed taken down and holiday decor half put away. The house was a cluttered mess. Her husband had died sometime prior and she was in the midst of grief, her own overly busy career, and several small children she doted on in overcompensation. She adored her kids and about 20 of their little friends, who were all sweet but wildly unmanaged. She relied totally on two part time Nannies who gave free rein. The kids ran amok playing happily together in their VERY messy ways. She seemed… tired. Happy to lackadaisically drink wine with her friends while the children partied on.
She was familiar, I knew Her from somewhere/somewhen I couldn’t quite place. She was probably mid 30s, still young, maybe Anglo-Asian, beautiful midlength wavy dark hair, I was younger than I am now but seemed about 10 years older than Her. The two Au-Pairs dropped in later on, I encountered them only briefly and didn’t much like them. Late middle aged white women who looked down their snooty noses at me trying to tidy a few things, their actual JOB they weren’t doing. They were annoyed I had folded up some pieces of fabric laying around. Which to me looked really random, to them had some mystifying purpose. But you could barely walk amidst the piled up messes everywhere. I was picking up a bit because a) I was worried about my Mama getting up from her nap in another room and tripping, b) I’d set my phone down and lost it in the clutter, c) it seemed only Kind to try and help out a bit.
I noticed through the window the tide had turned and was beginning to race back in. Dammit. Every time I come here I miss my opportunity for beach combing. Found my phone and went out onto the sand but alas too late as always, the water already rippling up to my toes. Picked up and threw one yam sized boulder out into the water.
Turned back toward the house and instead went into a different door, it took me into a large unfinished storage/laundry room under beams and the backside of stairs. Apparently the house was a split level. She was in there pulling out laundry from one of the machines. I felt concerned the incoming tide would flood into the room, started to ask her about it, and water began streaming down on me from above. Oh don’t worry She said, that’s just our recycled water from the wash. I noticed an odd arrangement of hoses and gutters, the water splattering down from these.
There were some other pieces I can’t remember too well. A conversation with one of the older children, a girl about 12, while we sat in the front seat of a full size play car somewhere indoors and ate candy. I seemed to be offering sage advice but not a clue as to what