Post by aneaglesangel on Jun 6, 2006 16:20:05 GMT -5
...can be human, and inhuman. I believe that they are the parasites of the spirit side of things and have learned to feast on the fears and negative energies produced by living beings. This account is the first time I ever had contact with the negative energy feeder that took me twenty years to get rid of. I lived with it so long because it was a secret that I couldn't tell and it was something I didn't know I had the power to get rid of. You see noone had ever told me that, but then again I had never dared to ask.
I remember it was summer time and that I was young, maybe 10 at the oldest. The window was open and I slept peacefully as the night slumbered along with me. Something awakened me. I don't know why but I just knew someone was in the room with me. This thought brought panic to my heart, since if they were upstairs in my room, they had made it past my parents. That did not bode well in my mind, and I expected that maybe my parents were dead. I still don't know why these thoughts ran through my head maybe it was the entity itself trying to start the circle of fear within me. My survival instincts being what they were, I remained motionless in my bed with my eyes closed. I thought to myself if I was smart maybe I could get away.
I could not hear a sound. No motion, no breathing, no rustle of clothing, only the crickets loudly serenading the stars outside the window. I took the chance and cracked my eyes open slightly to take a look. There was noone there by the door. But then I felt something at the foot of my bed, it felt like someone had put their foot up on its end. I let my eyes close and remained motionless, playing the possom. Still no sounds but the ones of nature. I took a chance and cracked my eyes open again and tried to see in the darkness by the foot of my bed. Still noone there, but the pressure had never let up on the end of my bed. My mind was running out of answers and I was close to panic where I would jump wildly and run for the stairs and freedom.
That was when the bed began to shake!! It felt as if someone walked back and forth along the bottom of my bed. This time I couldn't help myself I sat up in my bed ready to flee. But there was noone there although I could clearly see the impressions the footsteps left on my bed. Before I knew what was happening, I was flung back down on the bed and an incredible weight settled on my chest. I began flailing my arms and legs and whipping my head back and forth wildly. I tried to cry out but there was so much panic beating in my chest and no air to speak with that I couldn't make a sound come out. I remember I was fighting so hard that my ears rung and my heart pounded so desperately that I could feel the blood rushing to my brain through the veins in my neck.
I'm not sure how long I fought this thing but it was long enough for me to become entirely exhausted and covered with sweat. I lay on the sweat covered sheets completely spent. I couldn't fight anymore, there was nothing left of me to fight by this point. And I was fighting something I couldn't see. Finally, exhausted, I gave in. My breath came slower and though I still feared, I think somehow I gained strength just by not fighting but it took me a long time to learn how to be released from the negative energy feeder's grasp. As I lay there and my breath came slower and my muscles relaxed I suddenly felt the presence lift and just disappear.
Free, I jumped from the bed and huddled in the corner crying. I woke up there the next morning to remember what had happened. Hurt and confused by the events that had occured the night before I knew I couldn't go to anyone and tell them what had happened to me. My mother had a phD in psychology and my father was an electrical engineer they would never believe such a story. They would think I was crazy if I told them, I just knew it. My child's mind promised itself to never tell, to hope that it would never happen again and pushed it away. If you don't think about something it goes away, right?
Wrong!!! I was plagued by these attacks for 20 years. I didn't enjoy them but I never told anyone about them. Never, until other people came along when I was older and had my own apartments. Other people started having pretty scary or weird things happen in my houses. Some people would refuse to stay at my house where I had plenty of room and admitted it was because "something happened the last time I was at your house." I began to hear more and more of this as time went on until I began to research and explore the possibilities of what was happening to me.
Finally, I met some good people who put me on the road to learning how to banish this entity on my own. Which is exactly what I did and some time in my 30th year, I banished the spirit from my life and became free for the first time in my life from its unexpected attacks in the night.
If anyone is reading this and is going through a similar circumstance, I want them to share their story. Noone has to live with this type of entity and I know from personal experience that they can be gotten ridden of. It does take time and others to support you in this effort but it is well worth it in the end. I know how I suffered for years with this thing and I don't believe anyone should have to do this alone. There are many people here who are professionals and alot who just really care and have had experiences of their own. So if you need help with something like this or anything else, please get help, noone has to be alone with these things anymore!
This entity did plague me for many years and many events have happened in my life that make me sure that spirits and ghosts do exist in our plane of existence. But once again, that's another story!!!
I remember it was summer time and that I was young, maybe 10 at the oldest. The window was open and I slept peacefully as the night slumbered along with me. Something awakened me. I don't know why but I just knew someone was in the room with me. This thought brought panic to my heart, since if they were upstairs in my room, they had made it past my parents. That did not bode well in my mind, and I expected that maybe my parents were dead. I still don't know why these thoughts ran through my head maybe it was the entity itself trying to start the circle of fear within me. My survival instincts being what they were, I remained motionless in my bed with my eyes closed. I thought to myself if I was smart maybe I could get away.
I could not hear a sound. No motion, no breathing, no rustle of clothing, only the crickets loudly serenading the stars outside the window. I took the chance and cracked my eyes open slightly to take a look. There was noone there by the door. But then I felt something at the foot of my bed, it felt like someone had put their foot up on its end. I let my eyes close and remained motionless, playing the possom. Still no sounds but the ones of nature. I took a chance and cracked my eyes open again and tried to see in the darkness by the foot of my bed. Still noone there, but the pressure had never let up on the end of my bed. My mind was running out of answers and I was close to panic where I would jump wildly and run for the stairs and freedom.
That was when the bed began to shake!! It felt as if someone walked back and forth along the bottom of my bed. This time I couldn't help myself I sat up in my bed ready to flee. But there was noone there although I could clearly see the impressions the footsteps left on my bed. Before I knew what was happening, I was flung back down on the bed and an incredible weight settled on my chest. I began flailing my arms and legs and whipping my head back and forth wildly. I tried to cry out but there was so much panic beating in my chest and no air to speak with that I couldn't make a sound come out. I remember I was fighting so hard that my ears rung and my heart pounded so desperately that I could feel the blood rushing to my brain through the veins in my neck.
I'm not sure how long I fought this thing but it was long enough for me to become entirely exhausted and covered with sweat. I lay on the sweat covered sheets completely spent. I couldn't fight anymore, there was nothing left of me to fight by this point. And I was fighting something I couldn't see. Finally, exhausted, I gave in. My breath came slower and though I still feared, I think somehow I gained strength just by not fighting but it took me a long time to learn how to be released from the negative energy feeder's grasp. As I lay there and my breath came slower and my muscles relaxed I suddenly felt the presence lift and just disappear.
Free, I jumped from the bed and huddled in the corner crying. I woke up there the next morning to remember what had happened. Hurt and confused by the events that had occured the night before I knew I couldn't go to anyone and tell them what had happened to me. My mother had a phD in psychology and my father was an electrical engineer they would never believe such a story. They would think I was crazy if I told them, I just knew it. My child's mind promised itself to never tell, to hope that it would never happen again and pushed it away. If you don't think about something it goes away, right?
Wrong!!! I was plagued by these attacks for 20 years. I didn't enjoy them but I never told anyone about them. Never, until other people came along when I was older and had my own apartments. Other people started having pretty scary or weird things happen in my houses. Some people would refuse to stay at my house where I had plenty of room and admitted it was because "something happened the last time I was at your house." I began to hear more and more of this as time went on until I began to research and explore the possibilities of what was happening to me.
Finally, I met some good people who put me on the road to learning how to banish this entity on my own. Which is exactly what I did and some time in my 30th year, I banished the spirit from my life and became free for the first time in my life from its unexpected attacks in the night.
If anyone is reading this and is going through a similar circumstance, I want them to share their story. Noone has to live with this type of entity and I know from personal experience that they can be gotten ridden of. It does take time and others to support you in this effort but it is well worth it in the end. I know how I suffered for years with this thing and I don't believe anyone should have to do this alone. There are many people here who are professionals and alot who just really care and have had experiences of their own. So if you need help with something like this or anything else, please get help, noone has to be alone with these things anymore!
This entity did plague me for many years and many events have happened in my life that make me sure that spirits and ghosts do exist in our plane of existence. But once again, that's another story!!!