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JAGStorm
I was a young lad holidaying in Wales around 25 years ago, I was sort of half living there for a while, and one night me & a couple of mates went to
visit & chill with this lad & his girlfriend. My mates left after an hour or two, but I needed a place to crash overnight so they let me bed down on
a camping mattress in the living room. Well, wouldn't you know it, the girl comes out of their room an hour after they went to bed, and she basically
seduced me & despite my better angels I ended up sleeping with her, with the lad in the other room - I was sure he must know, but somehow he didn't
care. Anyway - she wasn't satisfied with just one round, and no kidding, this girl was practically forcing herself upon me, ALL NIGHT, and we're
talking eight or nine times over the course of several hours, WITHOUT protection. I was a red-blooded young man at the time, and I didn't get too
much attention from the fairer sex, so I just went with it at first. But eventually, I was shattered, and as the morning light crept through the
curtains, and she came at me for another go, I had to call time on it, and left.
Anyway, fast forward just over a year later, and I was in the same town, walking down the street with a mate. Then I saw her, with a different guy,
pushing a pram/stroller down the road. The kid in the stroller was around five/ six months old, or thereabouts, and he was the spitting image of me
when I was young. To explain a bit further, when I slept with her, her boyfriend was dark haired & had a fairly dark complexion, perhaps Greek or
Spanish in his ancestry. She was blonde. The kid was blonde as well, but really, really blonde, Nordic like, exactly like I was as a kid, before my
hair turned darker when I was around six years old. As we passed them (she didn't seem to recognise me), I had the weirdest feeling, the only thing I
can compare it to is that feeling you get when you say someone 'walked over my grave' - a really uncanny, eery sensation, like something wrong had
occurred which grieved the universe, and there was a sense of horror that it couldn't be undone..
Looking back on it now, I was totally out of line for doing this in the first place - nowadays I'm a Christian man who tries hard to walk righteously.
Back then I was an idiot, I was drinking, drugs, satanic music (though I didn't realise SAtanism was a real thing back then, I was very naive) -
pretty much everything. As I've recalled these incidents over the years, I've had the strongest impression that for a number of reasons, she was
trying to get pregnant by me on that night. She really didn't let up, totally rabid.
Before my mates had left, before everyone went to bed, one of their older friends was visiting, who claimed to be a legitimate witch, she was reading
our auras & stuff like that. But again, I didn't believe in that stuff back then, though she was really dark in spirit. Now, I have a horrible
feeling that the girl tried to get pregnant on purpose for a couple of reasons - firstly, she could claim money from the state with a baby in tow.
But also, I have a strong suspicion, awful as it is, that she was literally a junior member of a witchcraft coven, and they wanted that baby for
magickal purposes. The really dark ones can do terrible things with a baby, even if it appears like everything's normal to outside observers, at
first. I fear for that child, because now I understand the things that can be done by hardcore witchcraft, and I'm sad to think that I might have
played an unwitting part in the generation of a terrible situation, with real & deep consequences for the child - and potentially, for myself also,
because I had the distinct impression that the witch woman was intrigued by me. I was going through some stuff at the time, and I struggled with
demonic oppression for a number of years afterwards, it took me right to rock bottom, and I was only liberated when I gave my life to Christ.
As I wrote this post, I felt that because I'm so sure that that was my child, and because they might have tried a Moonchild ritual with him, I have a
duty to pray for him, wherever he may be now - perhaps one day we'll be reunited, and I'd like to be able to say that I thought of him, and prayed for
him. Thanks to the OP for sparking a memory that I had almost totally forgotten, until now. It's that thought of unknown children which I'd never
really considered in full depth (with all my current knowledge & learnings) until right now. Interesting to ponder, sad to reflect on, as the child
wouldn't have been loved if my suspicions are correct.