Ever since I was little I have had odd occurrences that deal with light and dark entities. Though, I believe everyone has as well. Either they forgot about it, or are actively repressing it. In today's western culture it just isn't an acceptable topic to to talk about, even though everyone has had some sort of experience they cannot explain. You may not remember an experience right off the bat, but there is always something. Like a ouija board experience, or a ghost appearance. If a person does talk about the taboo subject, they are considered peculiar or a fanatic. But ignoring the entities in the other dimensions, wont make them go away.
I have a ridiculous memory. A memory of an elephant, but not with exact names and dates. Like I remember when I first learned to walk, I remember being stuck in the cradle in my orange bedroom, annoyed because I wanted out. I remember kindergarten like it was yesterday. Let's just say, I remember my childhood clearly.
When I was about eleven, I remember a time when I was awoken in the middle of the night to a presence in my room. A dark, evil presence that sucked all the energy around it, into it. I was instantly wide awake and looked to that corner of the room. I couldn't physically see anything there, but I could feel it. It's kind-of like when you know someone is standing directly behind you. Without seeing them, you know they're there, you feel it. And this dark energy in one corner of my room had an energy that felt like fear, vindictive malice, and an insatiable hunger. Just plain evil. I knew I wasn't dreaming because I was just TOO awake. It wanted to frighten me. It fed off fear, and it wanted me to fear it and that is when I got angry. Really, really angry.
I got up, turned the light on, and returned to bed. I knew it could use the dark to feed me fear. Even after I turned the light on I could still feel it opposite my bed in that corner of my bedroom.
It didn't talk out-loud but I had the impression of thoughts in my head. When I talked to it, I understood what it thought back to me. (Which is where I got Mamachoo's form of communication from, for my book.)
I had a fairly odd conversation, as an eleven-year-old with this evil creature. The things that came out of my mouth were automatic responses to the entity, which I clearly remember to this day. It was as if it wasn't an eleven-year-old me speaking to it, but an older me. A much older me. I kept a conversation with it for more than 3 hours. Threatening it.
It went a little something like this:
"Get out of my room.
How dare you.
Who do you think you are?
Do you know who I am?
I'm older than you, stronger than you.
You can feel it, can't you?
I dare you to attack me, because I will destroy you.
I will shred you to pieces.
I will be the last mistake you've ever made.
How dare you disturb me."
Remember; I am a tiny little eleven year old. (I was always the smallest person in my class) But I remember saying those words. And I was furious that it woke me up and kept me up. I remember I was so mad I was shaking. But I also felt something deep inside me, build up within me-like an energy of some sort. It felt like I was a nuclear reactor that was about to overload, and I could feel this energy radiating off of me. I knew the presence could feel it too. It was obvious to me the presence was old and powerful, but I knew my soul was even older and stronger than it.
That was a revelation that hit me much later in life, when I went over the conversation I had with it. How could I have been so certain about my age and strength of my soul, unless deep down my soul knew it, and my alter self, my alter memory of who I am, was speaking for me. Which then begs to ask, where was my soul before I was born if I'm as old as this alter ego so claimed? In another life perhaps? Even today it is strange to me that I said what I said, but I still know it was true.
After a while I could feel this dark entity was scared of me because of the energy that was radiating off of me, and I considered getting up and tackling it head on...I was so mad. But instead I threatened it until it gave up.
It left at about 4am. One moment it was there, the next it disappeared. I had the impression it went out the window.
When it left, without any trepidation, I got up, turned off the light, and went right to sleep. I never had nightmares about it and I never felt a presence like that ever again.
Though, I did find a pair of rings with some dark entities attached to them, but that will be another blog.
and deep. And about three feet from the floor. The gold sparkles were three dimensional, so some were closer to me than others. And each sparkle was about the size of a grain of rice. I wanted to look and see if my cat could see it, but I didn't want to take my eyes off of it. I should have put my hand out to touch it, but I was so shocked. I just stood there watching it until it faded away.
I've read that some believe it was an angel or some celestial being. I have no idea, but something was there. And again, it never happened again.
But there appears to be good and bad entities out there that occasionally make their way into our dimension. I imagine once we die a majority of it will be cleared up, but it's kind of funny how they like to poke their little noses into our world. Like this is some place they all desire to be.
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