QUOTE(JustNormal @ Sep 25 2007, 05:34 PM)

That is why I believe this dark Entities feed on the bereaved and grief-stricken. The hole that the passing of a loved one leaves in our lives and heart, leaves us vulnerable in many ways, but I believe the root of the vulnerability stems from not thinking clearly. We all have an inherent desire for self preservation, no matter how great an adrenalin junky we tend to be. I believe in times of grief we want so much to connect, with the person that has moved on, that better judgement often goes out the window.
JN...trust your instincts girl.
Thanks True Believer, I sure pay attention to all my instincts now. However sometimes in life, even with other humans, we get red flags, but we try to ignore them. I am the type of person that wants to see good in everyone, but have learned that not everyone is good. No matter how old we get or what we go thru, its sort of a lesson. If we continue to make the same mistakes, then it doesnt become a lesson but but more of a disaster. Since I was a child I have heard and talked to dead people, and read people in life and online. So having spirits around me has been a way of life. I never encountered anything remotely negative never mind, evil. (except another home I owned in the 80's) so moved. Other than that, life was easy, helping and comforting those in times of grief or need, is what I did, and was commonplace. A knocking or rapping, things moving here and there was not that unusual for me. I was so "open" that I didnt see this coming. I was devastated about my Aunt, and also lost my best friend to Cancer, so I "wanted" that knock on the door to be one of them, yet had that underlying feeling it wasnt, but I let my emotions and vulnerablity get me into trouble in a big way. I woke with someone stroking my hair, and thought it was my friend, and felt so comforted, so talked to her often. I then got ill and ended up in the hospital myself, and when I came home, that evil entered with a vengance. I was sick, tired and drained. I never ever let my guard down from my faith, till around that time, as I was too ill to even think straight. So they can lie dormant and enter when we are at a low point in our lives, then gain more power due to our fear, and tears, acknowledgement of them. The stroking of my hair became pulling of my hair, pushing me out of bed only to fall into the area where the incision was, and throwing me around like a rag doll, only to end up in ER 3 times. I still was unsure what in God's name was happening here, till the white noise started and it went downhill from there. These things affect every single aspect of our lives, our dreams, our sleep, our family, relationships and our health. I felt I was never alone, and with every move I made something was watching me, and TOO close for comfort. I felt I was living with a liar, a thief, and a madman, and in fact I was. I would actually wake up with burns on my legs and arms, like from a cigarette, and black eyes etc I still have not been able to tell many of the happenings or illusions, its too gross and painful. In any case, during the first exorcism of my home, I had to admit I dabbled with the occult. That offended me, because I never felt helping others was part of the occult, how could that be? I had a hard time accepting that, but had to repeat it, till I meant it. So for those who think they are protected, or smarter than the next person when it comes to the occult, are sadly mistaken. Anyone can fall prey to these dark monsters, at any time, but occult practices is a very good start, IF thats what they choose..JN
JN
I know exactly what you are going through. About 6 years ago I lost someone that I thought was my absolute reason for living. I watched as Diabetes and Dialysis ravaged their body and for the first time in my life I felt powerless. I have always been able to see the unseen, and help complete strangers with any number of heart wrenching tragedies. But this time I could do nothing but sit idly by and watch.
My life partner passed away, after being afflicted for 2 years. They passed 15 minutes after my birthday had ended, my birthday is 9/15 and the death occurred on the 16th. I went on auto pilot and made the funeral arrangements, when through the event and then this is where everything went to hell in a handbasket.
When I was able to breathe again and I came out of the sense of numbness, I felt such pain that I entered into a realm that I have, all my life, warned people not to go into. In a moment of anguish and complete and utter meltdown, I turned to people that I knew, under more sane circumstance, could bring me nothing but problems. I wanted so desperately to hear from my love, to hear that I had done all that was expected of me, that a portal was opened.
Nothing happened immediately, then gradually I began to notice little things. The smell of Gardenias, songs on the Radio, eerie voices that would make their way through the television. I should have known better than to attempt to communicate further, but I did anyway. I would shut myself off from my family for weeks on end. They would hear stories of me being seen in public, speaking to someone unseen. I was not aware of what was happening to me. I felt whole again, and I never wanted to lose that feeling.
Then, like in the case of so many others, the bottom fell out. The voices got loud and demanding. I would go through episodes in which Migraine type headaches would hit me with such intensity that I would get nose bleeds, and find myself too dizzy to even stand. The harder I tried to refrain from interacting, the more intense the pain would get.
This went on for almost a year. It wasn't until I got to what I feel was my lowest point, that I did the only thing I could think to do. I went to my, now Minister, explained what I had done and what was going on. I moved into his home, and through several months of prayer, soul searching and spiritual cleansing was I able to gain my life back.
It has been 5 years now. I know now that I did all I could do for my love. That no matter the amount of pain I felt, as result of their passing, nothing compared to the hell and torment that I put myself in, in a moment of desperation and grief. That situation is one that I never want to revisit. No matter how intense the grief seemed to be, it was nothing in comparison to what I opened myself up for. It was truly the darkest point in my life.
Blessed Be
TruBeliever