Demon Face

In a previous vision (which I have not yet written about) I was shown the place I will go to when I die. I was essentially told that nothing matters in this life because regardless of what happens now, this is where I will go. It was a beautiful lush green valley, and a very familiar looking tree (I was also a tree in a previous vision). I’ve held onto that image ever since I experienced it, and to be honest I often look forward to spending time there.

Fast forward to my most recent experience. It began with the giant face of a demon. The face was more like a neon outlined illustration rather than something lifelike. It felt ominous. I knew this was going to be a difficult message as soon as it began. The demon opened his mouth very wide, and I could see multiple rows of jagged sharp teeth. He paused for a moment as if I was given an option to proceed with the experience. I didn’t hesitate. I’m here with an open mind, and good or bad I have yet to receive bad advice or something that I can’t reflect on in a positive way. Regardless, I couldn’t shake the negativity I was feeling, but I knew it was my own state of mind. My last thought as I squared up to the demon’s face was, ‘please just help me’. As soon as I chose to proceed, I could see something begin to appear in the back of this demon’s throat. It was my green valley, and laying in my green valley was a lifeless body. A dead man. I was instructed that if I wanted to get to the green valley, I must pass through the demon’s mouth. With every intention to enter and pass another row of teeth, the dead body at the other end is further chewed up and less recognizable. Before I could reach the end, the demon’s face and the dead body disappeared. All that was left was an overflowing glass of blood. The blood was bubbling over and flooding out of the glass, until the glass broke and was lost in the waves of blood. Then, the blood was gone and there was nothing remaining.

My vision continued as I was shown nothing. Just black emptiness. It lingered as if someone was trying to make a point.

My immediate interpretation was that I am not doing what I need to do to deserve that green valley ending. The message was ‘get your shit together’. My intention before this trip was about the enormous amount of stress and anxiety I have been feeling. It’s crippling at times, and it affects everything in my life. It’s something I have struggled with for years, and it swings hard sometimes.

So, my cry for help was answered. I was being told to just suck it up or I’m not going to make it. But as I am writing this and still reflecting on the experience, I’m thinking I may have gotten it all wrong. I have noticed since the trip I have felt better. Despite the overall negative theme, the weight is less, my head is clear.

I am now considering the possibility that the dead man I saw was me, but it was a weaker version of myself. Maybe the help I received was the symbolic death of my weak state of mind.