posted on Feb, 19 2008 @ 12:25 PM
Hi, this is my first time posting here. This is a very serious subject matter and I need serious answers.
I have had a number of paranormal phenomena occur in my life and I will be sharing some of it with you in this topic. I will start by giving a recent
background. A couple of years ago I had a dream of a woman on top of me, kissing me, in the afternoon. I woke up, couldn't move, but my head was
tilted up and I was looking behind me (upside down, if you can imagine). I saw three dark shadow-like entities. I considered it an episode of sleep
paralysis and move on. I don't think that anymore considering what else has happened.
Last Thanksgiving and Christmas I stayed at different relatives' homes and when I was sleeping, I saw where I was sleeping and imagined myself moving
around the home. In one instance, it was actually the first night I had been in that home. I kept being pulled back by some dark entities and I kept
trying to force myself away from them. I was afraid and angry. I actually remember choking one of them.
Last night, I called onto God and (believing in the Law of One/Ra Material) positive entities to help reveal to me what my purpose is and what they
want me to know, and how to serve God best. I did that the night before too and I had an interesting dream, but I don't remember much of it - though
I do remember rapidly floating up from my bed at the end. So anyway, last night I had an experience like the other times, but this time it was a
fire-red entity that I could barely see. I kept trying to go to my dad's room and wake everyone up, but this entity kept trying to pull me back. It
was perhaps 4 feet tall. I was calling onto God and Jesus, but it didn't seem to help. My voice was muffled/garbled somehow. I grabbed a stick (which
I now think was my baseball bat) and kept lightly banging the walls to wake someone up. I was trying to fight it, and when I moved my hands toward it
they would burn. I assumed it was radiation. I finally told it to go "burn in hell" and it left, and I woke up.
I went to again after this (amazing, huh?) and had a similar experience, but this time I saw no entity. I also kept the light on. Again I was being
pulled back and I was trying to wake people up. I was banging on the walls and I think I thought I heard someone in the house say "shut up already"
or whatever. I wonder if anybody actually heard me hitting the walls? I tried to look at my hands, but not seeing them there like they normally would
be, I realized I was asleep and I woke up (took a bit of effort).
What is going on? If I can't call onto God for help, who will help me? I have other experiences that might help, so if you want me to go further,
just ask.
Edit: I'm going to add a few things here. I came in contact in real life with a being that looked like "smokeless fire." I was about 4 years old,
and it was around 9 at night. I saw that my closet light was on, and noticed that there was tons of magazines of mine scattered all over the floor.
Except I didn't have anywhere near that number of magazines. I looked in the closet and there stood that entity. I ran out of there.
Another time when I was very young I was in the house and the power went off. There was no thunderstorm and I didn't hear a transformer blow or
anything. I saw in my room a shadow being on the wall. That was my first encounter with one that I can recall.
In August 1998, it was around 1am and I heard what I thought were my neighbors talking outside. It sounded like a party. I looked outside and saw a
being with like an astronaut's helmet quickly floating across my neighbor's lawn. I looked out again and saw a being made of white light, slowly
moving its arms around in a fluid motion. I kept looking back and forth out the window, barely opening a sliver of the blinds to look out. In other
words, there was no way anyone could see me. This entity flashed a small light in its hand at me and I dared not look out there again.
A couple of years ago I had a dream where I was in an empty house, next to a door. My ankle was being held by a man on the floor. He was not letting
me leave. I told him "Let me go, Satan." He said, "I'll never let you go." His eyes were blood-red, like blood was swimming across his entire
eye. He had a blond hair and beard, somewhat reminding me of a man from the American Civil War era. I woke up with pain in my ankle that day, and I
didn't realize the correlation until hours later.
[edit on 19-2-2008 by Cyborg Ninja]