Last night I had an odd dream. I felt fear, not a mind numbing fear, but one of anticipation of an unpleasant event. Before me was the mouth of a cave, the source of my emotional state. I drew a banishing pentagram of earth large enough to cover the opening. I then made the projection sign towards the cave and held it. A male voice tried to distract me to no avail. Apparently, I tried to banish my fear and then faced it head on. Maybe by 'entering the cave' its reality was able to manifest in a manner I could perceive.
A clown sporting a top hat and a set of nasty fangs emerged and said, "I am a scary clown." Well, thanks for that information. I did not back away but for reasons unexplained reached for his top hat. Shocked, he leaned away. My hand passed through the hat and he scampered off behind me. I turned to see him with My Gal. The scary clown had become a scary baby clown and lay comfortably in her arms. I briefly wondered how she did that.
Briefly, because my thoughts derailed the moment I saw a three foot tall Santa Claus. I asked him if he was indeed the real Santa Claus and he confirmed it. He then went right to My Gal and took her order for Christmas. As he returned from her, I said, "I'd like an open heart and pure perception." He said, "But you already have that," and disappeared into the cave.
I ate lunch in my office today. During the process, I felt something descend upon me that caused that exact feeling of fear from my dream. The sensation was one of having a very elastic material pulled over me. It formed immediately to my body to the chest but did not hinder breathing. My thought at the time was that since I can not astral project, the astral had been pushed down upon me. Maybe I was supposed to push through to the other side? Too late.
A voice said, that I need to be very careful when I pray or even speak when the Enochian tools are around. That my every word matters. That my prayers should be very well thought out as even the idle wish may manifest. I should keep the objects well covered and in a private place. Cover with what? Place them where? With my booming voice they could overhear me in Idaho. I then heard a bunch of stuff along the lines of, "These instructions are not for all but specific to you because of the way your magick works." At that point, my b.s. meter went off. That doesn't sound like flattery when I type it but it sure did when I heard it. Angels are not descending from the heavens to give me props!
I have no idea what this means but the dream and the events at lunch are related. This is the second time I have felt very odd astral sensations since reading Enochian Vision Magick.