Post by aneaglesangel on Jun 6, 2006 16:42:36 GMT -5
In March of 1993, something happened that hadn't for a very long time. The moon came the closest it had come to the earth in 100 years, a full moon to be exact. My youngest son was 5 months old, a cute chubby little baby with big blue eyes. I had been tired this day, breast feeding a baby is a day and night job. Your sleep gets disturbed by a hungry baby all night long. This evening, I decided to take the baby into my room for one of his evening feedings and maybe catch a bit of sleep. My oldest son who had just turned five a couple months before had already fallen asleep so I knew I'd have a chance to get some rest. I curled up on my bed with a light blanket over me and settled down. I soon fell asleep with the baby in my arms.
What woke me first was my cat. She used to like to hide under my bed, and something must have frightened her pretty badly for she came clawing out from under my bed in a flurry. She ran from the room all claws and blown up tail so fast she actually hit the wall trying to flee. Knowing how afraid my cat was of the negative energy feeder that had plagued me for years, I immediately became defensive. No sooner had the fear clutched my heart then the entity began to march across the foot of my bed in its usual pre-game show of power over me. This time, instead of fear, anger boiled up inside of me. The mother instinct was on full alert, my innocent baby was at risk and rage was my answer to this thing. Probably not a good idea, you see, anger is a negative emotion also.
As soon as I felt its weight settling upon my body, I shot my right arm up as if to strike it. I would not allow it to attack my baby. Suddenly my hand met something solid! It was so cold I felt as if it burned me. I could feel it take my hand in its cold hot grasp. I swear I could feel long sharp claws digging into my skin, but later, there were no marks on my hand. Before I had a chance to acknowledge that I actually felt something that sure seemed solid to me, it ripped my arm back down to the pillow. I felt as if my shoulder was wrenched out of socket and fear overtook me. I couldn't protect myself from this thing in all these years, what made me think I could protect my baby from it??
I struggled as hard as I could but the pain in my shoulder brought tears to my eyes. I cried out from the pain many times as I struggled against an invisible foe. No matter what I did it had me in its power anyway, how could I win this battle? Finally, I remembered sense and I began to calm down. I took deep breaths in and out and tried to curl more protectively about my baby. He slept on as if nothing was amiss. Finally after what seemed forever, the entity eased up and released me. I laid calmly for quite some time, waiting for the familiar tingle of the entity to leave my senses. That is one thing I can say always went along with these attacks. It's a strong electric tingle that would only exist as long as the entity was present. Somehow I think it was the link it used to draw the energy from my fear into itself. I have felt ghosts, and I have felt the astral projection of a person touch me physically. An astral projection touch is a very strong electric tingling similar to this entity, the touch of a ghost is a weak feeling that is similar to an astral person's touch, but much weaker and not as warm. By far, this entity's electrical tingle is the most intense feeling I've gotten from any other entity, living or dead. I still wonder to this day, why? Was it the combination of its dead energy and my living energy? (Any ideas, feel free to PM, or comment here! I'm open to input on that!)
As I tried to pick up my son, I cried out in pain. That shoulder hurt me for months, I swear it tore my muscles. There were no markings on my body, but I did go to the Emergency Room the next day. I had to make up a story about how I was putting a heavy box away on a high shelf and that it fell off wrenching my arm back. How else was I to explain my injury and muscle spasms, and pain? If I told them I was attacked by a ghost in my bed, I'm sure they would have sent me off to the 4th floor, which is where they keep the psychiatric patients!!! No bone injury showed on the x-rays. My injury was obvious to the doctor as he could see the muscles were swollen and in spasm. They gave me an arm sling and some lovely percocets for the pain and sent me home, instead of locking me up! To this day, my shoulder still bothers me sometimes, I actually have to be careful when I do put boxes on the shelf!! It serves as a constant reminder to me exactly what can happen when you allow something like this have power over you!!
What woke me first was my cat. She used to like to hide under my bed, and something must have frightened her pretty badly for she came clawing out from under my bed in a flurry. She ran from the room all claws and blown up tail so fast she actually hit the wall trying to flee. Knowing how afraid my cat was of the negative energy feeder that had plagued me for years, I immediately became defensive. No sooner had the fear clutched my heart then the entity began to march across the foot of my bed in its usual pre-game show of power over me. This time, instead of fear, anger boiled up inside of me. The mother instinct was on full alert, my innocent baby was at risk and rage was my answer to this thing. Probably not a good idea, you see, anger is a negative emotion also.
As soon as I felt its weight settling upon my body, I shot my right arm up as if to strike it. I would not allow it to attack my baby. Suddenly my hand met something solid! It was so cold I felt as if it burned me. I could feel it take my hand in its cold hot grasp. I swear I could feel long sharp claws digging into my skin, but later, there were no marks on my hand. Before I had a chance to acknowledge that I actually felt something that sure seemed solid to me, it ripped my arm back down to the pillow. I felt as if my shoulder was wrenched out of socket and fear overtook me. I couldn't protect myself from this thing in all these years, what made me think I could protect my baby from it??
I struggled as hard as I could but the pain in my shoulder brought tears to my eyes. I cried out from the pain many times as I struggled against an invisible foe. No matter what I did it had me in its power anyway, how could I win this battle? Finally, I remembered sense and I began to calm down. I took deep breaths in and out and tried to curl more protectively about my baby. He slept on as if nothing was amiss. Finally after what seemed forever, the entity eased up and released me. I laid calmly for quite some time, waiting for the familiar tingle of the entity to leave my senses. That is one thing I can say always went along with these attacks. It's a strong electric tingle that would only exist as long as the entity was present. Somehow I think it was the link it used to draw the energy from my fear into itself. I have felt ghosts, and I have felt the astral projection of a person touch me physically. An astral projection touch is a very strong electric tingling similar to this entity, the touch of a ghost is a weak feeling that is similar to an astral person's touch, but much weaker and not as warm. By far, this entity's electrical tingle is the most intense feeling I've gotten from any other entity, living or dead. I still wonder to this day, why? Was it the combination of its dead energy and my living energy? (Any ideas, feel free to PM, or comment here! I'm open to input on that!)
As I tried to pick up my son, I cried out in pain. That shoulder hurt me for months, I swear it tore my muscles. There were no markings on my body, but I did go to the Emergency Room the next day. I had to make up a story about how I was putting a heavy box away on a high shelf and that it fell off wrenching my arm back. How else was I to explain my injury and muscle spasms, and pain? If I told them I was attacked by a ghost in my bed, I'm sure they would have sent me off to the 4th floor, which is where they keep the psychiatric patients!!! No bone injury showed on the x-rays. My injury was obvious to the doctor as he could see the muscles were swollen and in spasm. They gave me an arm sling and some lovely percocets for the pain and sent me home, instead of locking me up! To this day, my shoulder still bothers me sometimes, I actually have to be careful when I do put boxes on the shelf!! It serves as a constant reminder to me exactly what can happen when you allow something like this have power over you!!