Throughout the years, I've had people in my life claim to have control over magical otherworldly forces. I really didn't correlate all these
experiences as coincidence, or perhaps something greater, until recently.
1. From about 1 - 12 I grew up in an apartment complex with a girl named Paige. We were the best of friends since birth. Her mother however, would
practice magic with pentagrams and tarot cards. Julie, the mother, would constantly have new boyfriends that were practicing magicians. I always
knew about her rituals and during her tarot card readings, she would describe an ensuing war, with me leading a pack of humans in a post-apocalyptic
scenario. My dreams were of constant nightmares. Elderly and decrepit people would poke me with knives, tormenting me as they laughed. This was
only 1 of the reoccurring dreams throughout my childhood.
2. We moved about a town over into a farmhouse. The girl above, Ashley, believed she could transform into an animal. She thought she was a bear in a
previous life. Needless to say, they were degenerates. Although... the house was supposedly owned by a member of the KKK that would torment blacks
in the shed.
3. Shortly after this farmhouse, we moved to Richmond. Another farmhouse, that was occupied by a previous town cult of Richmond, IL. Supposedly
there was animal sacrifices with goats, and blood on the wall, and many more sadistic ritual / sacrificial deity activities.
4. Finally, I'm 21... have my own place. The previous tenant was insane. I noticed "SATAN" on the wall, called my landlord about it, and he told me
a story of a crazy wiccan that would cast spells and write symbols with her own blood. This "Satan," was sort of a dingy gray that resembled a
watermark behind the white paint. I'm guessing that maybe the new coat he put on is fading...
What does this all mean? Why is this a recurring theme throughout my life?
edit on 21-11-2012 by cbankord because: (no reason given)