Watching TV at a fairly reasonable volume and enjoying it in a relaxed frame of mind and relaxed body the whole experience by and large was enjoyable. When the presentation finished I went out to the bathroom and when I returned there was a glaring, harsh colouring, vile language, shouting gunfire and scenes of blood, gore and muck. In my forensic days somehow I could go with gore, muck and vile smells, this however was a TV programme nineteen years after forensics.
I felt this go into my brain somehow and it felt like there was a membrane something akin to clingfilm wrapped around the frontal lobes and this membrane retained the impressions of the movie like a series of pixels or microdots that somehow encapsulated or stored these violent scenes, it was like the membrane reverberated and somehow retained these vivid scenarios and felt like assaults on my brain and being.
It was if my whole energy and nervous field had been abused and violated. Sleep was difficult that night and I found myself dreaming as if I were there in that scenario. It taught me the that the reverberations not only shocked my nervous system and like a spiders web or guitar strings it kept echoing and tingling as the the membrane reverberated to the impact of the sensations of noise and sound and like the spider when it senses the web being invaded my awareness felt that my whole web of my energy / nervous / beingness had been struck and made weak and a loss of vital energy leaked into the space around my auric sheaths and fields.
I surmise that unseen entities feed off of this shattering and sloughing off of this high pitched crescendo, this cacophony of shrieking, growling, blood lust carnage. I also surmise that people who may watch this regularly, also in actual war theatres become a target for the dark forces that feed off of this and maybe become hosts to these entities and possibly drug addicts, sex addicts in fact many other addictions can become possessed and be host to negative destructive forces.
SHACK
It did feel like echoing and as if it were whirling around my brain or space in the head.(SHACK)
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