Eversince I was little, I have had a rabid fear of greys. I thought that growing up would lessen it, as growing up does to most of our childhood fears with the acquiring of knowledge, but to this day I cannot for the life of me shake greys.
It's beyond a fear, but it's not like a phobia, it just feels like a deep-seated knowledge, a fact, a good reason to feel that way. When I look at one of those faces I just get the feeling like something is very wrong there and it's not just a little chill up my spine but a petrifying of my very soul. I feel this draining of energy on my third eye and a kind of blackening of my vision, my mind is no longer my own.
If I think about them before I'm about to go to bed, I won't fall asleep. I can barely think of them at all without putting myself in a panic. If I don't purge the image from my mind I can barely function.
Reading about the significance of greys here disturbs me as it seems to justify it.
There are just too many coincidences that I've discovered here that reflect me all too well.
I usually don't talk about this.
Has anyone else felt this way? About greys more so? About this path?
It's beyond a fear, but it's not like a phobia, it just feels like a deep-seated knowledge, a fact, a good reason to feel that way. When I look at one of those faces I just get the feeling like something is very wrong there and it's not just a little chill up my spine but a petrifying of my very soul. I feel this draining of energy on my third eye and a kind of blackening of my vision, my mind is no longer my own.
If I think about them before I'm about to go to bed, I won't fall asleep. I can barely think of them at all without putting myself in a panic. If I don't purge the image from my mind I can barely function.
Reading about the significance of greys here disturbs me as it seems to justify it.
There are just too many coincidences that I've discovered here that reflect me all too well.
I usually don't talk about this.
Has anyone else felt this way? About greys more so? About this path?