Es te rakstīšu angliski, jo esmu ļoti aizņemts, bet domāju, ka varētu būt intersanti dažiem, kuriem ir pieredze ar lietuvēniēm:|
Last night before I fell asleep I watched a video from 1980, in which the infamous occultist Genesis P Orridge and his Throbbing Gristle gave a concert at an English public school, Oundle. About 2 or 3 in the morning I woke with an experience I hadn't had for about 30 years. That suffocating terror and inability to move with a weight on my back. It passed after a while, but returned a little later, this time on my chest. I began to recite Jerusalem (I will explain later) and then the Lord's Prayer (couldn't remember the words unfortunately), and after a while the sensation rolled away.
I am not joking, but as I lay in bed, I heard a crow kvaark by the window and fly off.
Near the end of the concert, the boys in the crowd had sung a stirring and boisterous rendition of Jerusalem - seemingly apropos of nothing. When it finished, Messrs. Genesis stated "Very good. Though any of you who believe Jerusalem is to be found in England are mistaken. England is a toilet, which is where you get all your toilet roll, I suppose' (they'd been throwing bog roll at the band).
Might seem strange to you, but at the time, I was - and still am - convinced I had been visited by some kind of demon. It continued to haunt my dreams even after the sun had risen. I told this to my wife in the morning (due to mattress problems we haven't been sleeping in the same bed for a week or so). Turns out that at about the same time she had had a dream in which she had confronted some figure in the mist by the house. It wouldn't come out and fight, so - she told me while blowing her nose - she left her body and looked for answers in the universe - which is something that she does.
Real lovecraftian happening round ours.
I wonder if with all this silence (clear skies and quiet mutter of people) is leaving more space for t'other world. Or whether there is some other rational explanation.