Post by aneaglesangel on Jun 29, 2007 22:09:39 GMT -5
(A recent post about demons made me decide to post this, even though I wasn't really ready to face this out in the public yet. But I think it needs to be said, for yes, demons exist!!)
I’ve been stewing on things and keeping quiet about some new events. I guess I have always known I belonged in the paranormal field, but I never imagined in what direction my place was in the field. I have been quietly learning, wondering and trying to figure some things out, but I’ve also kept my silence purposely. It wasn’t so much facing what I will probably have to face for the rest of my life, it was facing the public. Well, if I’m going to be honest, I may as well admit, yes, I am a bit afraid to face what is obviously what I have decided I must give in return for gifts that I’ve received over a lifetime of miracles and hope, love and light that I have been given. What I face on that side of things, I will do so slowly over time, with the support of some really wonderful people! (Thanks guys, you know who you are, and if you don’t let me know, I’ll tell you!)
First of all, I’d like to share what I think I have learned about demons or inhuman negative spirits, as some like to call them. We can not destroy them. I think maybe they can be destroyed, but that is not something I believe a human spirit can do. That is the work of Great Spirit/God/Goddess/Higher Power, if He/She so chooses. They are inter-dimensional beings, and though they can’t be destroyed, they can be moved. To me, there are four types of demons/inhumans. They are, Supreme, Higher, Medium, and Lower demons. Simply said, the Supremes are the baddest mothers you don’t ever want to know, the Highers are pretty powerful too, and can control things called ‘imps’ which are part of the lower demon realms. Now do not let the name I’ve given them fool you, Medium level demons are nothing pretty either, and I think the highest of the Medium levels can control imps just as Supremes and Highers can. Even one of the Lowers or imps can give you quite more than you bargained for. Being inter-dimensional beings, I also believe they lack a physical body, and so, we have Supremes and Highers who need to possess people to gain access to a body to wreak more harm on our plane.
Once upon a time, a girl was born, one who had no clue that something lived inside her soul that even a Higher level would have interest in. They tried to torment her as a little girl and scare any chance of her developing into something that would directly interfere with them. Little did they know that even evil and darkness too must serve Great Spirit in the end. Instead of forcing her out, they made her more determined to find her place in the world. But then, isn’t a spirit that was made for a certain purpose only going to just fly, and do what it does naturally? So I have found it to be, for no matter how hard I try, my soul keeps taking me to places outside of what I’d thought to exist. But then again, haven’t I always been skipping across dimensions and realities like a stone skipping over calm, still waters? Déjà vu, stepping ahead in the reality of time, seeing events that have not yet come to be? Seeing/hearing spirits that do not exist in our time/place/plane? Knowing/experiencing the moments of other living beings lives, and even those who have passed on? Going to other places in astral form? Aren’t these just little skips across the deep dark waters?
No, our science does not have answers yet to these events which are now a regular part of my life. I’m still accepting it, but I hope as time goes on, that what I am saying here will help someone. As I type away with my Works Word Processor, I know that out there, someone is being affected by entities of this nature. I know that in their heart the same agony is going on that a distant, faraway little girl once felt in her own heart. They feel all alone in their struggle with this thing that entered their life, uninvited, unwanted, unseen. Maybe I will withstand ridicule, maybe people will think I’m nuts, but now that I’ve had time to think things over, that doesn’t matter to me anymore. What matters is to bring us all together, to make this field a true science/psy-ence and to help those in need out there find the help they need. These things will always find ways into our world. Sometimes they will be asked, unbeknownst, and sometimes with knowledge of the act, other times, innocents will suffer. Maybe it’s a bad home environment, maybe it’s something they were born with that attracted these things to them in the first place. But what matters, what REALLY matters, is that they never have to face this alone, that they know there is always somewhere to turn, someone to call out to, someone to help them, no matter how crazy it may seem to those too ready to put people into their own prejudiced views. So by sharing this, I not only hope to bring forward our advancement on research of a negative inhuman/demon type entity, but to help those in need. Always know, if you’re out there, I will always be there for you in your time of need! All you have to do is call, and I‘ll be there, yes I will….
Now we come down to it. On March 5, 2007, I awoke feeling very groggy, which is always a bad sign. I admit, I’m not a morning person, and I do need my cup of coffee to wake me up, but I usually wake up at least feeling like I’ve slept. There are the days when I have pain from my spinal condition, but those are the nights that I don’t sleep. This night, I knew I’d slept, and had some vaguely remembered dreams. Also not a good sign, I’m a vivid dreamer, and most times, I remember them. I made coffee after sending my son to school and got ready to start my day. I got on my computer, sipping my coffee hoping that I’d start to feel better soon. Wondering what I’d been up to this time. As I sat, images began to come up, and I began to remember bits and pieces of what had happened as I slept, here in my bed, in New Bedford, or well, at least my body was here, sleeping.
April, the girl who is the cousin of my administrator on Spirited Society, allege, is the first thing that swam up in my foggy memories. She’s the girl who I’ve seen before in my dreams, she was killed in 1990, by what the family believes was a cult ritual to raise a demon. This all happened in Kentucky, at least a thousand miles away from where I reside. When I saw her the first time, I felt sorry for her, but knew I could feel that crinkly neck feeling I get when a demon is around. Again, in this new dream, she’s running, looking over her shoulder, with fear in her eyes. I kept trying to remember and found it impossible. So I let myself become preoccupied, and as I do, more images float up into my mind’s eye. April disappears ahead, so I try to catch up with her, but she is gone. I look around myself and realize I am alone in darkness, I can’t see anything around me. Then, out of nowhere, something jumps onto my shoulder, trying to gain a foothold and attack me from behind. I reach up with both arms to pull it off my right shoulder, and as I do, I get a look at it, AND it bites me, twice, hard on the right arm, as it claws trying to gain purchase and cling. I throw it to the ground, and for the life of me, no matter how hard I try, I can’t remember any more.
What I can’t forget is the thing that bit me. It was small, maybe 18” to 2 feet tall. It was very dark, sort of black with a greenish sickly tinge to its scaly nasty hairy skin. It had pointy, raggedy ears with holes in them. And one feature that stands out in my mind, were its teeth. They were not fangs, as you’d expect, but blunt, huge incisors. This guy needed to see an orthodontist and right quick, for his teeth were crooked, yellow and ugly. I’m remembering, and I’m thinking as I sat at my computer, knowing this couldn’t possibly be REAL, could it? Then something made me pull up the sleeve on my baggy old t-shirt I was wearing, and there on my arm was the proof that yes, indeed, this was very real.
As I took these pictures some thoughts were going through my head. One of them was that I was crazy and this was all a dream, the other was that I had a real lot to learn if I was ever going to protect myself and my loved ones, from what apparently seems to be something I have no control of. Then a cold realization came into me like a cold trickle of water down my spine! An imp is an imp, and something I thought I’d known for a bit, but didn’t want to face, came slamming home. This imp was sent by something bigger and badder, and I’d better be prepared for it. So I’m reaching out, anyone with suggestions of reading materials and exercises are more than welcome to make suggestions! Anyone who has had similar episodes in their lives, please contact me, I would like us all to network, together we are more powerful than standing alone!
I took these pictures soon after discovering the marks that had been left behind on my physical body. Oddly enough they were almost faded by that night as I went to bed, and by the next day, completely gone.
I’ve been stewing on things and keeping quiet about some new events. I guess I have always known I belonged in the paranormal field, but I never imagined in what direction my place was in the field. I have been quietly learning, wondering and trying to figure some things out, but I’ve also kept my silence purposely. It wasn’t so much facing what I will probably have to face for the rest of my life, it was facing the public. Well, if I’m going to be honest, I may as well admit, yes, I am a bit afraid to face what is obviously what I have decided I must give in return for gifts that I’ve received over a lifetime of miracles and hope, love and light that I have been given. What I face on that side of things, I will do so slowly over time, with the support of some really wonderful people! (Thanks guys, you know who you are, and if you don’t let me know, I’ll tell you!)
First of all, I’d like to share what I think I have learned about demons or inhuman negative spirits, as some like to call them. We can not destroy them. I think maybe they can be destroyed, but that is not something I believe a human spirit can do. That is the work of Great Spirit/God/Goddess/Higher Power, if He/She so chooses. They are inter-dimensional beings, and though they can’t be destroyed, they can be moved. To me, there are four types of demons/inhumans. They are, Supreme, Higher, Medium, and Lower demons. Simply said, the Supremes are the baddest mothers you don’t ever want to know, the Highers are pretty powerful too, and can control things called ‘imps’ which are part of the lower demon realms. Now do not let the name I’ve given them fool you, Medium level demons are nothing pretty either, and I think the highest of the Medium levels can control imps just as Supremes and Highers can. Even one of the Lowers or imps can give you quite more than you bargained for. Being inter-dimensional beings, I also believe they lack a physical body, and so, we have Supremes and Highers who need to possess people to gain access to a body to wreak more harm on our plane.
Once upon a time, a girl was born, one who had no clue that something lived inside her soul that even a Higher level would have interest in. They tried to torment her as a little girl and scare any chance of her developing into something that would directly interfere with them. Little did they know that even evil and darkness too must serve Great Spirit in the end. Instead of forcing her out, they made her more determined to find her place in the world. But then, isn’t a spirit that was made for a certain purpose only going to just fly, and do what it does naturally? So I have found it to be, for no matter how hard I try, my soul keeps taking me to places outside of what I’d thought to exist. But then again, haven’t I always been skipping across dimensions and realities like a stone skipping over calm, still waters? Déjà vu, stepping ahead in the reality of time, seeing events that have not yet come to be? Seeing/hearing spirits that do not exist in our time/place/plane? Knowing/experiencing the moments of other living beings lives, and even those who have passed on? Going to other places in astral form? Aren’t these just little skips across the deep dark waters?
No, our science does not have answers yet to these events which are now a regular part of my life. I’m still accepting it, but I hope as time goes on, that what I am saying here will help someone. As I type away with my Works Word Processor, I know that out there, someone is being affected by entities of this nature. I know that in their heart the same agony is going on that a distant, faraway little girl once felt in her own heart. They feel all alone in their struggle with this thing that entered their life, uninvited, unwanted, unseen. Maybe I will withstand ridicule, maybe people will think I’m nuts, but now that I’ve had time to think things over, that doesn’t matter to me anymore. What matters is to bring us all together, to make this field a true science/psy-ence and to help those in need out there find the help they need. These things will always find ways into our world. Sometimes they will be asked, unbeknownst, and sometimes with knowledge of the act, other times, innocents will suffer. Maybe it’s a bad home environment, maybe it’s something they were born with that attracted these things to them in the first place. But what matters, what REALLY matters, is that they never have to face this alone, that they know there is always somewhere to turn, someone to call out to, someone to help them, no matter how crazy it may seem to those too ready to put people into their own prejudiced views. So by sharing this, I not only hope to bring forward our advancement on research of a negative inhuman/demon type entity, but to help those in need. Always know, if you’re out there, I will always be there for you in your time of need! All you have to do is call, and I‘ll be there, yes I will….
Now we come down to it. On March 5, 2007, I awoke feeling very groggy, which is always a bad sign. I admit, I’m not a morning person, and I do need my cup of coffee to wake me up, but I usually wake up at least feeling like I’ve slept. There are the days when I have pain from my spinal condition, but those are the nights that I don’t sleep. This night, I knew I’d slept, and had some vaguely remembered dreams. Also not a good sign, I’m a vivid dreamer, and most times, I remember them. I made coffee after sending my son to school and got ready to start my day. I got on my computer, sipping my coffee hoping that I’d start to feel better soon. Wondering what I’d been up to this time. As I sat, images began to come up, and I began to remember bits and pieces of what had happened as I slept, here in my bed, in New Bedford, or well, at least my body was here, sleeping.
April, the girl who is the cousin of my administrator on Spirited Society, allege, is the first thing that swam up in my foggy memories. She’s the girl who I’ve seen before in my dreams, she was killed in 1990, by what the family believes was a cult ritual to raise a demon. This all happened in Kentucky, at least a thousand miles away from where I reside. When I saw her the first time, I felt sorry for her, but knew I could feel that crinkly neck feeling I get when a demon is around. Again, in this new dream, she’s running, looking over her shoulder, with fear in her eyes. I kept trying to remember and found it impossible. So I let myself become preoccupied, and as I do, more images float up into my mind’s eye. April disappears ahead, so I try to catch up with her, but she is gone. I look around myself and realize I am alone in darkness, I can’t see anything around me. Then, out of nowhere, something jumps onto my shoulder, trying to gain a foothold and attack me from behind. I reach up with both arms to pull it off my right shoulder, and as I do, I get a look at it, AND it bites me, twice, hard on the right arm, as it claws trying to gain purchase and cling. I throw it to the ground, and for the life of me, no matter how hard I try, I can’t remember any more.
What I can’t forget is the thing that bit me. It was small, maybe 18” to 2 feet tall. It was very dark, sort of black with a greenish sickly tinge to its scaly nasty hairy skin. It had pointy, raggedy ears with holes in them. And one feature that stands out in my mind, were its teeth. They were not fangs, as you’d expect, but blunt, huge incisors. This guy needed to see an orthodontist and right quick, for his teeth were crooked, yellow and ugly. I’m remembering, and I’m thinking as I sat at my computer, knowing this couldn’t possibly be REAL, could it? Then something made me pull up the sleeve on my baggy old t-shirt I was wearing, and there on my arm was the proof that yes, indeed, this was very real.
As I took these pictures some thoughts were going through my head. One of them was that I was crazy and this was all a dream, the other was that I had a real lot to learn if I was ever going to protect myself and my loved ones, from what apparently seems to be something I have no control of. Then a cold realization came into me like a cold trickle of water down my spine! An imp is an imp, and something I thought I’d known for a bit, but didn’t want to face, came slamming home. This imp was sent by something bigger and badder, and I’d better be prepared for it. So I’m reaching out, anyone with suggestions of reading materials and exercises are more than welcome to make suggestions! Anyone who has had similar episodes in their lives, please contact me, I would like us all to network, together we are more powerful than standing alone!
I took these pictures soon after discovering the marks that had been left behind on my physical body. Oddly enough they were almost faded by that night as I went to bed, and by the next day, completely gone.
