Post by aneaglesangel on Jun 6, 2006 17:03:28 GMT -5
By the time I'd met the shaman, many people had experienced paranormal activity in my homes. Most specifically, two live-in boyfriends and my two boys. Even now, my oldest will come to me and report activity from the past that he remembers. These reports range from hearing whispers in my house, objects flying for no apparent reason, electrical disturbances, and most dramatically similar "sleep paralysis" type episodes and shaking bunk beds. Both of my sons' fathers experienced different but very similar events while sleeping in bed. The first event was before I had even had a child yet and before anyone else had reported any incidents. It was mild in my estimation and I think he was lucky to be too sleepy to be afraid.
He reported this to me probably a few months after it happened, so I'm sure he'd lost some details by the time it came to my ears. I'm giving the details as well as I can remember them, for he is deceased and I can't ask him for further remembrances. As I recall, he was awoken by what seemed to be someone walking across the bed. He wasn't sure what it was, so tried to sit up in bed to see what it was. He said he felt like a heavy weight had pounced on him suddenly trying to hold him down. Not knowing what it was he threw the blankets off himself and was able to get up. The weight vanished, but it bothered him enough that he told me about. So in the end, he became the first person I ever told about the episodes I'd endured.
Years later, another incident occured involving my second son's father. He doesn't do well interviewing over this memory, though he clearly remembers the night the spirit was in our son. I did interview him recently, but a synopsis of the event is as follows. He too, was fully asleep, when footsteps marching on the end of the bed woke him. Immediately a weight fell onto his chest holding him down. He says he was sleeping with his hand behind his head, so his arm was folded and his elbow was over my face as I slept. Suddenly something grasped his arm and tried to force him to smash his elbow into my face. He is not sure how long he fought to keep his arm from bashing me in my sleep. Finally he was able to roll his way off the side of the bed, releasing himself from the grasp of what he could not see. It also took him months to tell me of this incident. He also had a run-in with it one night and thought there was a burglar in the house. Hearing noises, he went down the hall to investigate. On entering the living room, he felt a cold breeze flow away from him as if someone were fleeing. I remember hearing a crash as the unseen entity ran into the kitchen closet door that constantly hung out and you'd stub your toe on it. But when he made it to the kitchen, noone was there, and the window was closed. At a birthday party for my youngest, a picture flew from the wall causing a great noise, it was found clearly on the other side of the room face up.
So as you can see, by just a few examples, the activity was getting to a point where I felt I had to do something about it. Adding the fright that my children endured made me start to try different "experiments" and this is the results of one such experiment. I think the more my children would scream "the bed is shaking" and run and jump into my bed, made me most determined of all to win out over whatever was preying on my family.
I waited until I had a day that I was alone in the house. Beginning with the new ideas I had, I cleansed, centered and grounded, then I laid down on my bed. I began to clear my mind and get very relaxed. Then I asked in a whisper, "Do I know you from somewhere?" I know it sounds like a pick up line, but I was confused over the activity. Was I confusing entities? Were there more than one?? Was the bad one not really bad, or was I just frightened and so it couldn't properly communicate with me?? And still, the question that has nagged me since his death, was Leo with me??
Instantly, I was carried away at a great speed. It was very hard for me to keep my eyes closed, for as I traveled I rushed over a landscape that passed before me almost too quickly to see. Trees, fields of grass, hills and mountains. It went so fast it was almost too much for my mind to handle, as each sight went by there was a new one coming. I fought for control a bit, so that I could stay and see what happened. A part of me was filled with the wonder of it all. In the distance I saw a familiar shape, a bridge. It was black against the sky along with the sides of the gorge it spanned. I think it may have been a railroad bridge, but I'm not sure for it happened so much quicker than it takes for me to describe it all that the details are something I still search for in my mind. There were dark mountains in the distance. The funny thing is, just this week, a quarter was sitting on my desk. A West Virginia state quarter as a matter of fact. Well, the funny thing is, the bridge on this quarter, if you look at it, is very similar to the one I saw though not exact. Just enough to remind me of what I once saw.
Now remember, I'm moving real quick. As I'm coming closer to the bridge, I can see that there are two figure standing on it. A man and a woman, I can see their silhouettes, black against the sky. The clothes they wore I believe were from sometime during the 1800's, and this is a rough guess. The woman had a bonnet and a large round skirt and the man had slacks and a derby hat, I think there may have been a white shirt under a darker coat. I struggled for the details for I hoped I'd see their faces. But suddenly the vision stopped short in front of the bridge and the change in momentum was too much for me, I broke out of the trance-like state I was in with a jump.
I was still alone in my room lying on the bed, but I had been startled in this "vision" so I sat up for a moment. I was disappointed in what had happened and after only a moment's hesitation I laid back down to try again. I tried to relax as quickly as possible for I was afraid to lose the moment, and I was sure I was awake and in full control of my senses. My curiosity couldn't help but try to go back! Again, I relaxed and whispered, "Was that me? And you? Did I know you in a past life?" I was intrigued by the vision and tried to settle back into that peaceful state that had brought it to be.
But instead of seeing a vision, I felt a touch on my cheek. Tender and soft, it was tentative at first, and I tensed up. But ever so softly, it again touched my face, hoping that maybe this would be a precursor of another vision I tried to ignore the touch, which was hard. You see, I had never been touched by a spirit in anything but a negative way, so for me to trust it and to relax and be in an open state was a bit of an issue for me. But I was determined, so ignoring the touch, I searched for that "third eye vision" to come upon me again.
I think my relaxing and opening gave some kind of encouragement to the spirit that was with me. For again, instead of seeing a vision, I felt a gentle touch on my face. But this time, it continued down my throat, slowly it kept going, just skirting my breast. Down along my side, over my belly, across to my hip. I don't know with what power I stayed on that bed, so relaxed. The funny thing is, the touch was almost familiar somehow, like maybe in another life, I'd been touched just like that. Maybe in this life too, have I been touched like that, but at the time, I was caught in the moment of what was happening to me. The touch continued from my hip in close to being fresh, then down along my thigh. Again, something so familiar, brought along what I think was a familiar reaction to such touches maybe in more than one lifetime.
This is hard for me to admit but I want to bring the story out into the light in as much truthfulness as I can. My thigh fell open as if to a lover, as if it too, remembered this spirit's touch. But instead of feeling joy at the contact of a spirit that I obviously loved in a life or two, I was horrified!!! I jumped out of the bed and ran of course, to the living room, and lit a butt. All I could think of were the cruel hands of the negative energy feeder holding me down. All the awful things it used to do to me, that even all of you don't know about, for I have only told you a few of the episodes that I felt I could share. To me, it was a foul, nasty creature and it had hurt me and scared my children and others many times. How could I let anything touch me the way this one had??
It took me a while to accept that this was a different spirit and that there was a possibility it could be Leo. Yes, the negative energy feeder did come back, yes, it did continue to bother my children too. But as all wounds heal, I learned more and began to open up to more possibilities than I ever thought existed. I became stronger and I learned more and began to understand what I had to do to free myself once and for all. Even after I eventually won out over the NEF, it took a long time before I faced the paranormal issues surrounding my life. I had begun to walk with my head held high and my heart was at peace for a time. For if I could face down the NEF, I could face anything, couldn't I?? Funny to this day, I still haven't faced the ramifications of this vision.
But to face a NEF of any kind, whether it be human or non-human in form, is something that is not to be taken lightly. It still took quite some time for me to learn what needed to be done, and to grow to be strong enough to pull it off. But like I've said a million times, that's a whole 'nother story, LOL!!
He reported this to me probably a few months after it happened, so I'm sure he'd lost some details by the time it came to my ears. I'm giving the details as well as I can remember them, for he is deceased and I can't ask him for further remembrances. As I recall, he was awoken by what seemed to be someone walking across the bed. He wasn't sure what it was, so tried to sit up in bed to see what it was. He said he felt like a heavy weight had pounced on him suddenly trying to hold him down. Not knowing what it was he threw the blankets off himself and was able to get up. The weight vanished, but it bothered him enough that he told me about. So in the end, he became the first person I ever told about the episodes I'd endured.
Years later, another incident occured involving my second son's father. He doesn't do well interviewing over this memory, though he clearly remembers the night the spirit was in our son. I did interview him recently, but a synopsis of the event is as follows. He too, was fully asleep, when footsteps marching on the end of the bed woke him. Immediately a weight fell onto his chest holding him down. He says he was sleeping with his hand behind his head, so his arm was folded and his elbow was over my face as I slept. Suddenly something grasped his arm and tried to force him to smash his elbow into my face. He is not sure how long he fought to keep his arm from bashing me in my sleep. Finally he was able to roll his way off the side of the bed, releasing himself from the grasp of what he could not see. It also took him months to tell me of this incident. He also had a run-in with it one night and thought there was a burglar in the house. Hearing noises, he went down the hall to investigate. On entering the living room, he felt a cold breeze flow away from him as if someone were fleeing. I remember hearing a crash as the unseen entity ran into the kitchen closet door that constantly hung out and you'd stub your toe on it. But when he made it to the kitchen, noone was there, and the window was closed. At a birthday party for my youngest, a picture flew from the wall causing a great noise, it was found clearly on the other side of the room face up.
So as you can see, by just a few examples, the activity was getting to a point where I felt I had to do something about it. Adding the fright that my children endured made me start to try different "experiments" and this is the results of one such experiment. I think the more my children would scream "the bed is shaking" and run and jump into my bed, made me most determined of all to win out over whatever was preying on my family.
I waited until I had a day that I was alone in the house. Beginning with the new ideas I had, I cleansed, centered and grounded, then I laid down on my bed. I began to clear my mind and get very relaxed. Then I asked in a whisper, "Do I know you from somewhere?" I know it sounds like a pick up line, but I was confused over the activity. Was I confusing entities? Were there more than one?? Was the bad one not really bad, or was I just frightened and so it couldn't properly communicate with me?? And still, the question that has nagged me since his death, was Leo with me??
Instantly, I was carried away at a great speed. It was very hard for me to keep my eyes closed, for as I traveled I rushed over a landscape that passed before me almost too quickly to see. Trees, fields of grass, hills and mountains. It went so fast it was almost too much for my mind to handle, as each sight went by there was a new one coming. I fought for control a bit, so that I could stay and see what happened. A part of me was filled with the wonder of it all. In the distance I saw a familiar shape, a bridge. It was black against the sky along with the sides of the gorge it spanned. I think it may have been a railroad bridge, but I'm not sure for it happened so much quicker than it takes for me to describe it all that the details are something I still search for in my mind. There were dark mountains in the distance. The funny thing is, just this week, a quarter was sitting on my desk. A West Virginia state quarter as a matter of fact. Well, the funny thing is, the bridge on this quarter, if you look at it, is very similar to the one I saw though not exact. Just enough to remind me of what I once saw.
Now remember, I'm moving real quick. As I'm coming closer to the bridge, I can see that there are two figure standing on it. A man and a woman, I can see their silhouettes, black against the sky. The clothes they wore I believe were from sometime during the 1800's, and this is a rough guess. The woman had a bonnet and a large round skirt and the man had slacks and a derby hat, I think there may have been a white shirt under a darker coat. I struggled for the details for I hoped I'd see their faces. But suddenly the vision stopped short in front of the bridge and the change in momentum was too much for me, I broke out of the trance-like state I was in with a jump.
I was still alone in my room lying on the bed, but I had been startled in this "vision" so I sat up for a moment. I was disappointed in what had happened and after only a moment's hesitation I laid back down to try again. I tried to relax as quickly as possible for I was afraid to lose the moment, and I was sure I was awake and in full control of my senses. My curiosity couldn't help but try to go back! Again, I relaxed and whispered, "Was that me? And you? Did I know you in a past life?" I was intrigued by the vision and tried to settle back into that peaceful state that had brought it to be.
But instead of seeing a vision, I felt a touch on my cheek. Tender and soft, it was tentative at first, and I tensed up. But ever so softly, it again touched my face, hoping that maybe this would be a precursor of another vision I tried to ignore the touch, which was hard. You see, I had never been touched by a spirit in anything but a negative way, so for me to trust it and to relax and be in an open state was a bit of an issue for me. But I was determined, so ignoring the touch, I searched for that "third eye vision" to come upon me again.
I think my relaxing and opening gave some kind of encouragement to the spirit that was with me. For again, instead of seeing a vision, I felt a gentle touch on my face. But this time, it continued down my throat, slowly it kept going, just skirting my breast. Down along my side, over my belly, across to my hip. I don't know with what power I stayed on that bed, so relaxed. The funny thing is, the touch was almost familiar somehow, like maybe in another life, I'd been touched just like that. Maybe in this life too, have I been touched like that, but at the time, I was caught in the moment of what was happening to me. The touch continued from my hip in close to being fresh, then down along my thigh. Again, something so familiar, brought along what I think was a familiar reaction to such touches maybe in more than one lifetime.
This is hard for me to admit but I want to bring the story out into the light in as much truthfulness as I can. My thigh fell open as if to a lover, as if it too, remembered this spirit's touch. But instead of feeling joy at the contact of a spirit that I obviously loved in a life or two, I was horrified!!! I jumped out of the bed and ran of course, to the living room, and lit a butt. All I could think of were the cruel hands of the negative energy feeder holding me down. All the awful things it used to do to me, that even all of you don't know about, for I have only told you a few of the episodes that I felt I could share. To me, it was a foul, nasty creature and it had hurt me and scared my children and others many times. How could I let anything touch me the way this one had??
It took me a while to accept that this was a different spirit and that there was a possibility it could be Leo. Yes, the negative energy feeder did come back, yes, it did continue to bother my children too. But as all wounds heal, I learned more and began to open up to more possibilities than I ever thought existed. I became stronger and I learned more and began to understand what I had to do to free myself once and for all. Even after I eventually won out over the NEF, it took a long time before I faced the paranormal issues surrounding my life. I had begun to walk with my head held high and my heart was at peace for a time. For if I could face down the NEF, I could face anything, couldn't I?? Funny to this day, I still haven't faced the ramifications of this vision.
But to face a NEF of any kind, whether it be human or non-human in form, is something that is not to be taken lightly. It still took quite some time for me to learn what needed to be done, and to grow to be strong enough to pull it off. But like I've said a million times, that's a whole 'nother story, LOL!!