Power Station
Original Source ↗Regarding the power station. I also have it on my map. To its right stretches a forest, where a strange sanatorium (for infectious patients, it seems) is located. I wandered nearby but did not enter. Incidentally, this small forest is located to the north-northeast, and on its southern part, there is a place named "Witch's Forest" by a certain lady. There, one can encounter a very unusual olly – an olly-ally. If one doesn't soil themselves out of fright upon meeting it, it can teach much.
I went there about 20 times. The first instance was like this – two members of the group and I were sitting in the teachers' house. This is a house where everyone meets their spiritual teacher. The first room is like a veranda, with an earthen floor. And some woman constantly sweeps this floor. Usually, only her powerful rear is visible. The second room is like an elongated rectangle. All students or members of the teacher's group sit on the floor. He himself is by the narrow wall furthest from the entrance. When you appear, you sit to his left. Then you are shifted into the second attention (I only recall vague images), then you emerge into the first attention and find yourself already to the right of the teacher (usually on your back and in a pitiful state). Remember, this happened to all of us.
In short, we were sitting, waiting for the teacher, when suddenly this woman who was sweeping the floor turned to me, waved her broom, and I flew. The Lucid Dream was slightly disturbed, my concentration slightly fractured, then, bang, I was in a scene where people were being evacuated from a two-story house – as if an alien was inside, and supposedly very malicious and dangerous. Moreover, dangerous not to life and death, but to the soul. Everyone was running, evacuating, but I went inside and found myself in some kind of office – like a medical one. A couch, a table, scales, and a computer. A woman was sitting at the computer. She turned to me, and I almost soiled myself. She had the eyes of the Nagual. Remember, you saw them too. The gaze of an alien consciousness, black, gleaming, consuming your entire being. I was shaken out into an ordinary dream.
After that, I came to this place a couple of times and searched for her. That house was no longer there. But I found some shack, like a shed, climbed into it, and waited for a long time. Without result.
And then a terrible event occurred. In waking reality. I was visiting a friend. A typical nine-story building in the center of a large city, summer, a balcony open for the night. My friend and his wife had gone to their dacha. I was sleeping alone in the apartment and suddenly woke up because the door lock clicked. I thought it was a burglar. My friend and his wife couldn't have returned at night. I threw off the blanket, prepared for battle with bandits, and suddenly heard a nightmarish, ineffable, terrifying voice: "Se-ro-o-zha! I have come!" It was her – the olly. I still didn't see her then. I felt terribly ill. I vomited, felt nauseous, I soiled the entire bedroom and vainly tried to wash away the traces of my weakness before the hosts returned.
And then this olly and I became friends. Such is the tale of power.
Many see her (the olly). You can try. From the power station, move southeast.