T. Stokes

The Bloodhunters

February 20, 2006 |  0 comments
Image Credit: People will often group together with others for mutual study and the exchanging of knowledge, and a strong leader can influence the direction of the group for good or bad, and many years ago I had the misfortune to flirt with such a group before realising they were far from spiritually healthy. I do believe they came together in good motives but seemed blind to the direction they were slipping towards, groups such as this can be difficult to get away from, and those who do always experience a degree of psychic contamination. It began for me when “John” a mutual but casual contact, suggested I come along to a secret Christian/wicca meeting, I did not like the sound of it but did give my name and birthdate with a photo for a reading. When next I saw my friend he exclaimed excitedly that there was a vacancy there for someone with my numbers, and the reading he had for me was extremely accurate. I did not like the pressure to attend the group and so refused, my friends attitude changed and he told me I would be drawn, and have to go, no matter what I currently thought. I laughed it off but that night I awoke with a strange feeling that I could hear my name with faint chanting in the distance, there was also a real urge to get dressed and go in the direction of a village in Essex, and even the street name came to mind. It took all my will power to avoid the urges, and curious mental disturbance kept me awake all night. My performance at work next day was very poor, and I hoped to sleep better that night. But I was wrong, thick sweet smokey type smells disturbed me that night, and the telephone kept going with no one there, and the incessant chanting again, and I was soon fed up. I went out of my way to see John and I was firm in my resolve that it must now stop.

This was followed by a very disturbed night in which, I felt drawn again to the Essex village, and in the half light I admitted to being dreadfully tired, with weakening resolve. What in my memory is most vivid, is an example of what the dictionary refers to as an “Eidolon,” or apparition seen as a hazy reflection, or reflected image, but this was in the form of a smoke streaming under my bedroom door, and drifting toward me and growing into the shape of something almost human, it contained a smell that was both perfume and offal, It showed bloodstained, white carnivorous teeth and seemed to laugh at me before the thick airless summer night, produced a wind from somewhere, which dispersed the smoke figure back under the door, this disturbed me but gave an indication of the category I would be dealing with, the highly unpleasant haemophagists or bloodhunters. It is not recognised by many that the Roman catholic rite of incense burning, was originally “capnomancy” or an invitation to the air spirits, mainly the Sylph categories to show themselves and participate. The next night I had a strange nocturnal visitor, the bedroom door was flung open during the very early morning period, revealing my sister in a flood of light from the open door, I gasped at her that she must leave immediately as she did not realise the danger of what was going on, and that there was evil here. Her reply was that it was all in my imagination, and I was being so silly, At that point as my eyes adjusted to her silhouetted against the light of the door, I realised, and actually thought, “that is not my sisters mouth or teeth, it is too carnivorous, and why has she a narrow band of pale green light surrounding her “? And the creature could obviously read my thoughts, as it then vanished. I had the distinct feeling it was there to bite me, with its fearsome teeth. I was exhausted and emotionally numb, and wondered what would be next. I borrowed my superstitious mothers crucifix next night, under the pretext of bad dreams and put it on my wall, I had been without sleep for nearly a week and had a job differentiating the real from the unreal. Lower realm spirits will be aware of this and torment sleepers in the hypnagogic stages, between wakefulness and sleep. It had become a matter now of a battle of willpower, no way would I give them victory after what I had been through, friends said I looked pale and drawn. I had endured strange noises in the room all week, clicks and snaps in the dark, awful smells, boards creaking but now it grew quiet and the atmosphere grew heavy, in the still, thick atmosphere of the dark summer night, and I awaited the next onslaught, which was not long in coming. I felt a weight upon my bed and I refused to look, and as it left, the blankets just flew off my body, this is one of the most terrifying things to do to a sleeper in the dark, And on watching the event I realised how the trick was done, and have when threatened, used my astral energy to perform the same trick myself. I was exhausted and on the brink of surrender, when the final night came, and is one I shall never forget. The hot summer night air was stifling, and I was desperate for sleep, and after an age of faint chanting in the distance, and thick smells, cracks and clicks in the room, it became quiet, and I knew this was always a prelude to a real sinister happening, and a throbbing sensation began in the darkened room actually in the air itself, and I could not believe my eyes, the dirt in the carpet was sliding into a corner where a dull green light was pulsating, in rhythm to the throbbing sensation in the air. The greenish light became brighter and the throbbing was as if it was developing a heartbeat, and it then began to choose its form, The form of the living bloodhunter, a huge mosquito, and I was in great danger.

I disappeared under the covers, and I could hear the large flapping of wings and I was aware the thing could fly, it made a buzzing sound which told me where in the room it was, and I felt the weight of it as it landed on my bedclothes, I swished it off and it came back, this was repeated all night. I am convinced it was a giant mosquito and its bite would kill, and it has given me a fear of the creatures to the present day. Many people are not aware that the life force is in the blood, and some creatures depend on it, both in the earthly and astral realms. The creatures that live around abattoirs, and butchers shops are the most peculiar and dangerous of the astral world. The medieval treatise, Colin De’Plancy’s Dictionaire Infernel, and similar books show very strange varieties of these creatures, and strangely under a microscope, bedbugs , mosquitoes, bats and similar do look much like the bloodhunter illustrations of the demonologists . Somehow I got through the night it takes a lot of energy to power such a creature and I wanted to tire them out, and as soon as it started to get light, it dissolved. That day I was ill and fell asleep in work and was sent home, with a warning about my continued employment. Now completely drained I could not go another night, I had taken it for a week, and felt their anger growing at my resistance, and knew this night may be my last. In preparation for the nocturnal battles I had sprinkled the rooms corners with holy water, put grasses on the doors and windows, and in put my wisdom teeth into a silver necklace making a powerful talisman. Throughout the word, teeth are seen as the most potent of protective weapons, and I have worn mine to every exorcism since that day. The usual thumps and bangs unsettled me, then I had wrapped the bedclothes around me, with my weight on them, unseen hands still tried to pull them off, then the bottom of the bed bumped its way to the middle of the floor, and when I pushed it back, it happened again, we were engaged in a tug of war for my blankets, then the feared, “quiet time”.

For a creature to draw its strength from the atmosphere, a drop in temperature always accompanies a manifestation. The freezing of water is common, but the air can also be frozen by spirits and the process is called “inspissation” and this is how the unseen intelligence changes its form, from astral to physical, by taking its life nutriment from the air itself. A low monotonous voice then in my ear began repeating. O.K. you have won, …its over now…it has all finished… you must sleep now… sleep……sleep you will not need your wisdom teeth…take them off…take them off.. in my semi-conscious state I remember saying yes, yes I must sleep, and exhausted I actually pulled at them and broke the silver chain, when a voice in my other ear, shouted me awake “”hold on to them” and as I held them in my hand the atmosphere changed in the room to a light airy one, and I knew it was over. When eventually awake, I spent the day sleeping and consecrating and psychically sealing the room, against any future psychic attack, but knowing it would not be from that source.. I then slept solid for two days, and ate the first real meal in a week, many people do not realise that with any psychic attack, you must fast. The decaying food matter in your stomach can be a focus for lower entities to get a grip, and once into that chakra you can be at serious risk. The feelings often begin with the well know “butterflies in my tummy “ The scene from the film “Alien” where a beast bursts out of the stomach is a dramatisation of what can happen, meat or flesh eaters are particularly at risk. Later when I saw john approaching me he was angry, He shouted that I had just been lucky, and if I thought I was clever well next time I would really suffer, I smiled and walked away, but some 10 years later I would have to risk all to save another from their clutches. As I told Scotland Yard and Interpol at a recent lecture,The current trends in Britain’s foreign communities, for eating “bushmeat” which is both animal and human in origin, is breeding the most deadly of creatures to walk among us, “The Human Bloodhunters”. Comments (0)

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