So my wife bought me a paint set for Christmas and I was all excited to start painting again. I painted a very small picture at first with the set and
a small canvas board that came with it. It was an icy glacier and a lot of snow in the dark. I was surprised at how easily it came out of me and how
quickly I painted it. Almost like the image was already in my mind, only I couldn't see it until I painted it. It flowed right out. I thought cool! I
can still paint!
You have to understand that it had been 20+ years since I painted, and to just have something come out like that was a surprise. It wasn't anything
special, but it looked right. I had given up painting after high school because my x wife once told me that she didn't get my paintings, and that they
looked awful. That really hurt. It totally ruined my self esteem when it came to painting.
So after that little tiny painting, I wanted to paint something bigger. I bought myself some canvas board and started to paint a mountain on it, then
some rocks, and some tall grass and a "dead" birch tree in some grass. About this time I started to feel weird when I would pick up the brushes. I
told my wife that it was a volcano. I just knew somehow that it was one. The spirit activity in the house was still going on. I could sense things
coming and going out of my apartment, and had caught some odd orb like photos, but to me, things like that are normal. I'm always picking up on
things, especially since we moved back into the apartment building. This was the same building that I had lived in before and have seen things in. The
vision of the Betty Boop He-man thing, a ghostly looking woman with cobwebs all over her, who my wife instantly knew as a ghost that she had seen
through-out the years, I had seen things here before.
One day my mom came over and I showed her the painting, and she commented that I paint like my aunt, who does great paintings of Alaskan scenery. I
kind of got upset at that, because I don't want to be like my aunt, although she is an excellent artist, I wanted to be different. It triggered
something inside me.
I began to look at my painting and I saw a face in some log I had painted. So I painted the face in, and when I painted in the eyes, something
happened. I began to see and hear things in my painting, and I began to paint what I was seeing. Suddenly I was struck with such strong anxiety that I
almost fainted....and I hear a female voice in my ear telling me to keep painting the anxiety. The next two weeks were a blur. I would sit down and
paint, and it became so strange. I was in the painting. Things were talking to me, guiding my hands, as I painted faces and images of this thing, I
didn't know what it was. Over and over I kept hearing "paint it"
I went nuts. I don't know how else to describe it. Everything was happening. My mind would pull to the painting. I would dream about it, and then sit
down and become a part of it.
And then I heard a voice...A very loud deep voice. It said "I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU" and I saw as this dragon like being came around and out of
my painting (inside the painting) and it slammed its fist down on the mountain and it erupted. I kept painting....
My head was hurting...I was hearing things talking to me..I was going crazy. I hear "you are going to die" and then it was like something hit me in
the head. My mind erupted into a spray of energy and colors and I knew I was dead. I felt myself expand, my consciousness was freed within the
painting. Someone hit me!! I could feel it. Someone hit me in the head! Something is wrong..this can't be happening.Am I dead? What is happening???
A voice came through "keep painting"
Someone whispered in my ear "Wow, you really are an artist" and I came out of it for a minute. One of my wifes friends was over with her boyfriend and
she was talking to me, I heard her say I was an artist...and then I was back in the painting. The mountain erupted and heaved and collapsed, the being
was looking at me. I was seeing it, hearing it, feeling it....I knew I was seeing a demon...but wait.....
"Why are you here?"
"I have something to show you!!"
Again the fist slammed down.
This was a meteor!!
"What is happening to me??"
I heard the female voice again, the eyes from the log, it was her
"there are others,keep painting"
For two weeks every time I sat down I would go into a trance and start to paint.
Finally, I stopped. I was drained, scared, confused, what just happened to me?? What did I just paint?? Why does my head hurt? Why am I scared?? Am I
getting sick again? What is going on???
My wife looked at me and said, "I hate that painting." I gave her a funny look and asked why? And then I looked at the painting. For the first time
since I started it, I looked at it. Oh my god!!
what did I just create?
There it was, 2 weeks that were a blur, on canvas. I guess during that time I was so edgy and so upset that it upset my wife.
edit on 23-5-2013 by Darkblade71 because: Very bad typoses *slaps fingers*