An Uninvited Visitor

Like most people I have heard of the mythological creatures called Incubus and Succubus. Outside of documentaries and stories, I didn’t know much about them. They looked to me to be half demon and half fairy. They have the impression of darkness so I see a being that is half-bound to this reality and another realm that feasts upon humanities life force, the living essence of vivacity. Perhaps they are kin to vampires but these beings seem more interested in depleting us just enough to keep us going … yup just like vampires.  One such visitor came calling and he had my name written in the palms of his clammy and distorted fiendish hands.

My story starts in the most unassuming way, a visit to some close friend’s house with Michael on a Saturday. We enjoyed dinner, conversation and dessert. As the evening progressed I felt something strange come in contact with me. It was as if something touched my aura first and then came closer with a more subtle touch, caressing my back. Within an instant it decided to go right through me.  I wasn’t sure what it was but to be honest, I had just drunk my second Margarita so I thought it was me feeling a bit tipsy.

There was something old that I came across in our friend’s home; it might have been a mirror or an unusual antique piece. Usually I keep my wits about me when I am around antiques but this was our friend’s house so I dropped my guard but really, why would I need to worry?

Always play it safe. Do as I say not as I do.

I was feeling so tired, beyond just the normal tired as the night went on. We eventually left later than expected and got home just before midnight. We both fell into what seemed like a deep and welcoming slumber. The next morning I felt like I had been run over by a freight train. It was as if I didn’t sleep at all and it was all I could do to get out of bed. Michael was fine and got up much earlier than me. As I walked into the kitchen I could tell by the look on Michael’s face that I looked like the walking dead.

Let me explain the feelings I was experiencing, the exhaustion I felt was like the plague. And okay, I’ll admit it, I was moody and Michael soon realized that I needed time to wake up so I wouldn’t growl at him. Think of the noises that zombies make when they go after someone and that’s how I sounded. I was in such a high state of fatigue that I almost fell over. My mind was muddy and my normal state of awareness was catatonic. Time stopped and all I could do was feel my heart beating in my chest almost like it was working overtime or trying to catch up to itself. I knew something was wrong but at this point I just thought I was coming down with a cold.

Monday, I didn’t feel like myself but I had a little more energy than the day before. I remember a restless sleep and constantly waking up the night before. I obviously thwarted off something. I can say this now because as the week progressed it was to prove that something was feasting off me.

Tuesday, walking from my bed to the bathroom was an Olympian feat. I was weak and felt like I had been drained of everything inside my body, brains included!

Rocky, one of our two family dogs loves to sleep on the bed especially at night. Two nights of that week, I woke up in the morning to her sleeping on the floor. I mean, you would have to literally physically move her off the bed at times so it was very strange that she moved off on her own.

On Wednesday, I woke up again tired and feeling weak. I was tired of feeling tired and because I was so tired I thought I must be gravely ill. I was thinking of writing a will, that’s how bad I felt.

As an Empath, I didn’t pick up on anything because I was so exhausted but as luck would have it I got a break because Thursday morning changed everything. I woke up at 5:33am in the morning to let the dogs out to use the bathroom. I went back to bed and something really interesting happened. I awoke moments later to the blankets being pulled off me from my left shoulder down to my waist. I was lying on my right side so I had my cat up against my back and Rocky was a little further away from me, snoring.

I was confused at first because I thought it was Rocky or the cat pulling the covers off me by moving around on the bed. Yet, this was a different feeling. It felt as if the air got sucked out of the room like a vacuum. As I opened my eyes and looked up, I saw a shadow figure at the foot of the bed . It was tall, about 7 to 8 feet tall with a really weird body. Think of a large bat with a small head and large wings folded in. The silhouette of this thing gave the impression that it looked vampiric, kind of like something out of an old scary movie.

I said, “What the hell are you doing in my room?”

As soon as it knew I was awake, it flew right into my mirror over my dresser. I sat up in bed and suddenly realized that for a week, this thing had been sucking me dry. Once I knew what it was, I knew that that was half the battle. These dark entities don’t like to be seen and they don’t like to be recognized for what they are. It would be harder for it to come back especially since it was obviously hiding from me. They truly do wallow in their own anonymity.

I wanted to yell, “I saw you sucker!”

That morning, I did a ceremony and blocked it from coming back. I’m still a little weary of my mirror but for the most part I know that this thing can’t come back through the mirror again. Mirrors are after all portals so just remember that there is always another side to a mirror.  At any given time we don’t know what’s watching us from this other side. I know, what a scary thought but Halloween is just around the corner so be vigilant and make sure your reflection is truly your own!

Rainbow

Who are the Others –Is it all True Series # 368

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Michael and I were talking a couple of days ago about something that all experiencers, abductees, researchers and family members go through and that is trying to figure out who the “others” are. I was talking to him about who I thought they were but more importantly I mentioned that if you look carefully enough, you can get glimpses of who the “others” are by looking between the lines of documented and recorded testimony of the very people affected by them.

The “others” are vague and blurry but only because they don’t have the courage to show themselves directly in front of those they target. The “others” can have large hands especially to a child leading to the conclusion that those large hands belong to a full grown adult. The hands can also be very different from a humans; delicate, long and cold making the experiencer feel they are part of something unworldly, fictional yet real. The “others” have a smell to them, a kind of calling card that alarms the senses first, rousing the mind to full alert. There’s electricity in the air just before they arrive, you can smell either wires burning or a pungent odor of dampness combined with an electrical charge that fills the lungs making every breath unnatural and forced.

Humans masquerading in uniforms and boots, speaking in codes along with the clinking of metal are a human designed and operated form of the “others”. Compassion with this group, can be nonexistent or a brutal retaliation.

The “others” are known as bright lights in the sky, windows or bedrooms with telepathic messages that dull the senses enough so that a levitated body flows with ease. The memories become hidden messages forgotten by a manipulated mind. The “others” are nightmares and dreaded sunsets that seem to overwhelm agitated nerves.

The “others” smile with a cold reassurance that all will be okay, yet deep down within the soul the truth speaks differently. The “others” can be pure energy like a plasma photon vehicle or spheres that are shaped like orbs or shooting stars. They can go through thoughts and fears without so much a glance.

The “others” can be dark windowless eyes that are like an endless hallway into a dark void, empty and hostile. These eyes seem to capture the mind and cage it in frightening images of consequences.

And yes, the “others” can be smiling faces with genuine intentions that help us become better humans. It really just comes down to which of the “others” we encounter throughout our lives.

So tell us, what are the “others” to you?

Rainbow

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Rainbow's Diary, When Reality is Questioned Continued– Is it all True ? # 367

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I had walked into a room to discuss with a large group of people, my experience the night before with the Grey Alien and my ability to expel energy from the top of my head. They wanted me to recount my experience, word for word. The group was mostly humans but I could feel something else lurking in the midst, but I couldn’t pin point where it was.

There was a long conference table that seated around 30 to 40 people in the middle of the room. Some people were standing, others were sitting. As I began to talk, the conference table began to elevate and spin. People scattered, obviously freaked out by the elevating table. I tried to stand on it, saying prayers to get it to stop but it started to spin faster, so I had to jump off. I was so focused on trying to get it to stop spinning, that I didn’t notice that everybody in the room was one by one slowly falling asleep. I knew in an instant that the room was a set up and that we were all trapped in it. A sense of dread came over me indicating something else was also in the room, hiding. I decided to talk anyways, moving away from the table. As I started to talk to the rest of the people who were still awake, some loud and high pitched noise started to drown out my voice. I had to tell a few people talking close by, to be quiet so I could continue with my story. It seemed whenever I continued or tried to talk, something happened to keep me from getting it out. A bluish Alien to my left, really didn’t want me to continue talking and he would make noise or yell at me to get me to stop. I finally had to tell him to, shut up!

I wanted to leave but I knew I couldn’t get out because the doors to the hallway seemed to disappear. After what seemed like an eternity of trying to talk, I dosed off for a bit, resting on a high counter. I woke up abruptly because I could feel something dark watching me. A hooded demon below me, was staring up at me with horrific eyes and a putrid smell, which seemed to serve as his trade mark to those around him. He grabbed my right hand and started to dig his long talon like nails into the top of my hand. I yelled for help but everybody was having a hard time waking up. I could literally feel his nails go into my hand, tearing the skin as if they were daggers. The ones who did wake up, couldn’t get to me because he made them move in slow motion. The pain was excruciating and I saw blood all over my hand. It felt like he had gone right through my hand, making multiple holes with his nails. It was obvious that he came there to keep me from talking. I knew I was up against something that seemed supernatural and powerful, yet it created in me a strong desire to kick its butt and fight it to the death. I looked back at him with disdain which made him dig into my hand harder.

No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get him off my hand, his strength was beyond anything I had ever encountered, including the Grey Alien. I knew the only way to get away from him was to immediately wake myself up.

As I did this, I sat up in bed, knowing my right hand was going to be very bloody and I thought I was going to have to go to the hospital. I grabbed my little flashlight by the side of my bed because the pain was still very intense and to my surprise as I looked down, I saw nothing but little marks on the top of my hand. Thank God … no blood was anywhere! I laid back down wondering if I fell back asleep, would I see the same horrid creature again. It took over an hour for me to fall back asleep and when I woke up the next morning, I saw nail marks on the top part of my hand that took the rest of the day to disappear.

Addendum
Shortly after these two experiences, I had an accident with a long studio mirror that was 10 feet by 5 feet. Out of the blue one night, some strange force pushed it forward and it landed on my bed. If I had been sleeping in my bed at that very moment, I would have been severely hurt or worse. So I have to ask, what two sides was the medium talking about?

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Djinn or Genies, More than Just Wish Givers -Is it all True Series # 317

220px-1719_Tales_60Djinn are spiritual creatures in the Islamic and the Arabic world. The word Genie is the Latin word meaning genius, as a guardian spirit assigned to each human at birth. The Djinn are mentioned in the Quran in numerous places saying they are beings of smokeless and scorching fire. According to the Quran, the Djinn, Angels and Humans were the three beings God created. The Humans and Djinn have free will, but Angels don’t; they are bound to the direct will of God. So Humans and Djinn can be good, evil or neutrally benevolent.

It is important to mention that in Islam it is believed that after creation the Djinn refused the demands of God (Allah) and were banished from paradise and named Shaytan or Satan. Djinn for the most part are invisible to man, but Djinn can always see man. When seen, the Djinn can appear in many forms, such as with wings, and as snakes, dogs, dragons and humans. Djinn as a general rule don’t like mankind and feel humans have had special favor from God and were given this beautiful planet called earth, which they want for themselves. They have been trying to disrupt human progress for thousands of years.

I believe as time goes by, we UFO/Paranormal researchers will start embracing the concept that Djinn are some of the creatures that have been causing humans ill luck and straight out harm. Some of the beings I am thinking about are fairies, other forest beings, dogmen, and various other ET types. If humans are not careful the Djinn can slip into a human and process them. I have studied one Djinn-like being called a shadow person, a black humanoid silhouette that is tall with no facial features and sometimes with a hat. These Djinn will mostly just stand and look at you at night and drive fear into your heart. Their purpose is to make you leave the area (house, etc.) which they believe is theirs. If you show fear and don’t confront them they win.

Sleep tight, as I always say fear makes you small and being fearless makes you large, and it keeps the Djinn at bay.

MWiz.