Saturday, September 8, 2018

Battle for life

I like to sit in a dark room and listen after my meditation hour. I don't always like what I hear, but the dark seems to call to me. I often hear things that I normally don't hear, or just don't pay attention to. For instance, I can hear  the electricity flowing though the light bulbs from other rooms, the very silent crunches the carpet makes every time someone takes a step, I even hear the water drain through the pipes as if the pipes were right next to my ears, and sometimes I can even hear the heart beats of my children in the next room away. It's amazing the things we notice when we shut up a just listen.

Most of the time even when I am done meditating, I still sit in silence for as long as I can, to listen to what ever calls out to me. Often it is just the outside calls of nature and life communicating with each other that makes me jump. Silly, I know. For some reason the silence in my head amplifys their high pitched chirps, voices and squeaks. But sometimes the howls of the dark grab me and paralyzes me with fear. Now, I say "the dark" simply because I do not know what else to call it sometimes. 

Tonight Something far away yet close enough to me that it's cries ring in my ears, calls out as if in pain. Not a cry as in a woman, man, child, or even a animal cry; A pleading echoing cry that I have never heard and could also be mistaken as a really high pitched out of tune singing. The calls don't end in just a loud noise though, there was defiantly someone or something speaking, I just wasn't able to make out what is being said, to be honest I don't think it was English. Three times, I thought I heard it speak my name and for that reason alone is why I believe it was a call for me and only me. "Elara". No one uses that name but my husband. After the first two times the voiced echoed from nowhere,  I thought it was just me going crazy in the dark. It was the third call that almost made me a coward and run. The depth within this things tone as it said my name very slowly, sent chills throughout my body and pain in my chest.  But terrified and sweating,   I intensely waited for my  message. All went silent.  No sound at all for a minute, nothing.  I thought that is the moment I would be permanently def,  over taken by the unseen,  or death himself would jump from out of the dark.  It took everything in me to stay seated and wait.  I knew if I ran from anything my kids would become the target.  Deep down I knew what I was facing.  So, with my hands shaking and heart racing.  I grip my stones and make the call.  A call I've only needed to call out twice in the past. I can't share it,  but it is a call no gifted should call unless they are faced with only the darkest of energies.  After a few moments of silence after my call,  the room gets cold.  Walls are hit "im here" and I jump to my feet and lock the door and seal it in the room with me with words of light.  I scream for my girls to leave and call my husband at work. But they can't open the door to outside and all  phone batteries dead.  I chant my prayer many times keeping this thing as close to me as possible.  I couldnt weaken and allow it into the other room where my kids were.  I yell my chant until heat drops me to my knees and silences me. There's no pain just heat.  Like the sun fills only the spot that holds me.  But still holding on to it,  even though I  could no longer speak. "Let go! " the voice deep,  manly,  yet soft.  To my suprise  a split second later the only thing I hear are my girls chanting the banishing prayer.  I hear them just  outside the bathroom door laying my crystals near the bathroom I'd lock myself  and IT in. Once I felt the last cystal in lune with the others my vioce is released.  Tears rundown my cheeks and I felt as if I burned everywhere,  but I held IT right against my chest with every breath and every bit of strength I had. If I  was brave enough to open my eyes,  I may have looked right into its eyes.  But I didn't want my fear to weaken me.   It all happened so fast.  The next thing I know I'm on my feet unable to move.   My fear gone.  Anger fills me as it touches my face. I swore my death would be tonight.  "Let me have you.  Or I will take them".  IT tells me.  "Not while I still breathe. " whisper.  I squeeze  my eyes closed tighter and chant louder.  In turn so did my girls. Honestly,  I never thought that my kids would ever have to do this,  nor did I think they would do it so fearlessly and quickly act. I thought they really never paid attention to their lessons.  Soon,  I again can no longer chant.  No voice.  My baby screams and I can't move to see what happened or call to her.  The bathroom door unlocks and I fall. I jump up and  I push open the door in a hurry.  My heart skips a few beats and I drop to my knees.  The girls are fine.  It seems she broke its connection that held me with her scream.  Moments later,  neighbors are beating on the door.  The manager said she tried to use the key to get in but it didn't work.  They say it sounded as if we were breaking though walls.  So,  I let them come in to see that nothing was destroyed.  When they asked what the noise was.  I told them I didn't know. She asked "why didn't you open the door when we knocked." My 13 year old looks at her and says " you couldn't get in with the key and we couldn't get out.  Its not safe in here so you need to leave this room".  I've never seen her so serious and grown up.  The lady looks at me and whispers "is there someone trying to hurt you in that closet? " I shake my head and open the closet door.  The nieghbors leave and the manager again looks at my girls. She locks eyes with my 11year old who is still shaken up and crying.  My baby wipes her face  and says "your place is haunted. " they lady's eyes grew wide and she slowly walks out the door. That broke my heart.

The entity hasn't returned, it cant. But it is constantly weighing heavy on my mind. As a gifted I have delt with situations similar to this my entire life. Back when I was younger I didn't understand what was happening and I lived just to stay alive.  When I had kids,  I  lived to protect  them. And learned all I could.  Always fighting to keep things away from them. I was not ready for the day they protected me.

As my girls sleep right now I find myself beating myself up.  How could I  let something get that close to them?  Have I been so stressed out that my recent barriers have been weak?

Alone I will get rid of that thing.  The next time I am alone  I will have the battle of my life with Mr.  Darkness and this time I will be ready. 
So why post this.  I bet your thinking "this bitch is crazy" Lol.  You wouldn't be wrong.  I'm posting because when I write I get peace.  When  others read my writing it makes me feel Like  I'm not Alone in my head.  It gives me strength.  Each person that feels anything from this post will give me strength.  With what I plan to take on in the next few days I need all the strength I can get.
I never expect people to believe things I say,  nor feel for me. Tonight is no different. Everyday I mentally  battle to keep the strength to keep my family safe from things most don't believe in.  And more often than I like,  I  battle to keep them alive.  Your reading and feelings,  no matter what they are will help me. I don't need you to believe me I just need you to read.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Sexy, Strange, Terrifying

Sexy, Strange, Terrifying: Question; Demons or pissed off spirits?
Rusalkas are supposedly female demons that prey on the men it seduces. They have been given many names, such as succubus, mermaids, and death: They are often described as beautiful women that lure men to them with their angelic voices and sexy appearances. Some say they are creations of hell (demons) others say, they are created when a woman (or a child) dies in a horrible way (ghost). Now, it is said that these things whatever they are, have drowned men, killed cattle, and steal children. The children are never found and no one ever sees them taken. So, how do they know these Rusalka are to blame. The strange part is, these man-killers are praised in some parts of the world. People believe they have some control over fertility. Hmmm. Makes me question why they would help create a child. Is it so they can take it?  


Monday, June 22, 2015

Love

Love: Question; Does love have limits? 


This question comes from a young, curious mind. More than anything I want to be able to answer this with certainty, but the truth is, this is a hard question for anyone.

I believe that true love is unconditional and has no limits. I also believe that are different kinds of love. One can love their friend, but there is a limit to how much love is given in a friend relationship. That type of love is not like the love one has for their child or spouse. You can love your pet, but again that love is also limited. I love bacon but will not risk my life for it.

Love is a word too often thrown around and at times not said enough. Just as many other words the word LOVE can have very little meaning. It is also the only word we use for a powerful emotion which can sometimes be the only thing holding life together.

Love is your body's longing for happiness and fulfillment. I can fill you with exhilaration and it can break you into a million pieces. It is the one pain and joy that we all wish for. Does it have limits? I'd say yes. What would you s

Friday, June 19, 2015

The Devil's Curses

The Devil's Curses: Question; Fact or Myth, What do you believe? 


As we all may have heard, there are many beliefs about the devil's many curses. Me--although I do believe in curses I don't actually believe they all come from the devil. No matter where they come from I find some of them very interesting.

Here are a few that really intrigued me.

The eating curse: It is said that unknown forces make certain individuals eat until their inside actually explode. Can you imagine being able to knowingly eat like that? How long would it take for someone to get that much food into their bodies?

The obedience curse: This curse is supposedly placed upon you while you are sleeping. When you awake you are forced to do what ANYONE tells you to do. This one really got me. I couldn't even imagine this. People can make you do unspeakable things and you would have no choice but to do them. Scary!

Last but not least!

The whisper curse:  A evil entity whispers in your ear and you have to obey. This one is really scary. Not because of the evil beings that could make you do whatever they want you to, but because this happens all the time. People get locked up into mental institutions and prison because things they've done. Their reason; "the voices told me to." The sad thing is others automatically think INSANITY.  What do you believe?



Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Past Life

Past Life: Question; Do you believe our souls live many lives?


The idea that our souls can be reincarnated is almost scary, but at the same time it is warming to know that it is possible that when we are gone from one life that we may get to live another.

Not everyone believes in such a thing as a past life, but me--I do. Haven't you felt that you're supposed to be somewhere else? Not that you weren't meant to live the life you have, but at times you feel that there is something or someone unknown missing. If so, what if that feeling comes not from the life you are living but from a life already lived.

Just maybe you grew up already, worked, loved, suffered, succeeded in many lives already. Is it possible that we as people adapt as well as we do because we have done it all before? Perhaps I was a different race, gender, or being. Or maybe even an animal.

How can I tell? I have Deja vu more than the average person (I think). Could that be a real sign? And my dreams, some of them are so intense, more like memories. I have to write about them when I wake up. Half of them are so crazy there is no way they could be real, but they always feel real. I am a gifted now, but could I have been like before?

What do you think? Have we all lived in past lives?


I-Dosing

I-Dosing: Question; A safe way to get high or another one of the million ways to kill our kid's brain cells?


What the hell is wrong with people?! I-Dosing? I never heard of this until recently. Teens around the country are getting high on the Internet! Really, with MP3s that induce a state of ecstasy. Crazy right? Apparently there are online dealers. Online drug dealers, WTF? Teens make a payment for their digital drugs and  get high through headphones. Supposedly this digital way of getting high gives the same effects of cocaine and weed. Question for me is, what could they possibly be listening to that could have that effect? Just when we think things are bad, they get worse. Please tell me your thoughts on this. Help me understand what is wrong with today's kids.



Planking

Planking: The Question: Fun entertainment or stupidity at its best?

Planking has been around for a long time now and many like to say that it is harmless fun. But I see danger every time I see it.
It's a crazy thing to do. Lying face down stiff in wacky places for a photo. Each planker trying to out-do each other by planking on objects or in odd positions. They are doing nothing but putting themselves and others in danger.
Many people get hurt or worse doing it. I just don't get it. Is it me or do the people today seem to look for the things that can get them hurt?
Please, tell me your thoughts on this.