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The only creature I remember seeing that really scared me I will call Death. I thought Death was coming for me one night. I don't know if I was dreaming or what happened but I knew it was Death and he was flying down towards me along with some other entities. I didn't want to go and I was scared this time. I felt like I was spared by a higher power. In reality a tornado came within feet of me right over the roof where my bed was located. It ripped off all the branches of a very large tree hanging over the house. Then it took and at roof level decimated a large pine chopping it off right at our rooftop. Then it went across the street and ripped a 3 foot diameter pine tree out of the ground and stuck in back in the ground upside down like a giant sticking a toothpick in the ground.edit on 13/1/14 by orionthehunter because: (no reason given)
I had forgotten about this, but while visiting with my mom early this morning (we were at her house waiting for my son to call so we could go to his band concert...i am not "young") she reminded me of it. Problem is, i have absolutely no personal memory currently, other than the abstract knowledge that it was a real event in my youth.
Here is the story, as she tells it:
When i was 2 i came in her room crying. She asked me what was wrong, and i told her, "The lady with the fire hair is scaring me." She said she held me until i stopped crying, and then we went into my room.
When she turned on the light, she asked me, "Where did she come from?" I pointed to a spot on the wall. She said, "She came out of the wall?" I told her yes.
She then started to ask me about her. Was her hair just red? No, it was flames like fire. Did she act mean to me? No, she talked with me but she looked really scary because of her flaming head. She then told me that she could really get me to tell her what the lady said.
This is not the only such event from my childhood. In the same city, different house, i was about 3 or so. Since my father was a travelling type businessman, i often slept in my moms bed. She slept like the dead, and not much would really wake her. We always got up really early. She has always been the type to awake at 3 or 4 and start her day, then go to bed at 8. One morning, after she had gotten up and was getting my clothes ready she couldn't find my belt. It really frustrated her, as i was an active boy and needed my pants to stay on. This went on for a few days.
Then one night, in the middle of the night i woke up and saw an old man standing in the doorway. He had a big nose, and kind of looked eastern European in retrospect. But he was not menacing in any way, and appeared to be very affectionate in his mannerisms. He talked to me, but i cannot recall the sound of his voice or what he said. I just remember the abstract notion that it was heavily accented and that i couldn't understand him very well. He walked over and laid my belt (a yellow leather belt with 2 rows of buckle holes, as per 1975 fashion) on the chair that my mom had next to the bed (she has always had a chair next to her bed, strangely).
The next morning, when she woke me up she asked me where i found the belt. I told her that i didn't find it. I then told her the story. She was amazed at the story, especially after so many other of these types of stories (remember, the flaming hair lady), and life just kind of went on.
Many, many years later i am sitting at my granparents house, and they are showing pictures that they have. I must have been 13 or so. Since my grandfather worked on the cooling systems in the Kwajelein missile base, he had loads and loads of really cool pictures and video's of various rocket launches from the base. We often went through a new stash that they had found.
When he pulled out a picture of "Pops" (his father), my blood ran cold. That was the man who brought me my belt when i was a 3 year old. Then it all sort of made sense....my great grandfather immigrated to the US from Hungary, coming through Ellis Island. When my mom was a little girl she says he used to sit her on his lap and sing the National Anthem in a VERY thick accent.
I have quite a few stories like this from my life. Mostly in my far, far flung days of youth. I brought up the second story to display this. But what i am asking here is, does anyone have any experience or knowledge of a lady with flaming red hair? Is there an archetype that already has an example?
There are more immortal entities out there in the real world than meets the eye.
Take for example, fallen angels. These guys have certain dress codes. If a seraph (angel) is in the classification of 'Power' then the hair will always be dark red.
I had a local one.
In my area of Kent UK people keep spotting a giant black panther.
Well I was out and spotted it. No way it was a dog as it had a feline face and it wasnt a house cat, I have a Mancoon the largest house breed and it was far to tall and well built to be one nor did it have the right type of fur.
It may has a logical explination as in the 60's in the UK there were limited pet laws and the rich went through a craze of buying big Cats like lions and Panthers ect When they got too big and when the Dangrous Animal act came in they just released the poor things.edit on 11-1-2014 by crazyewok because: (no reason given)
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Yeah, like I didn't think of that already (Christian here). It cuts down the activity but does not completely stop it, neither does use of holy water, blessed oils, house blessing by a Catholic priest, a Dianic priestess and an Indian Shaman. It isn't my house that is haunted ( well, yes the house is haunted too but not by the shadow people) but it is me who they follow. I've been prayed over and blessed by every sort of holy person imaginable.... the activity slows but always returns. I don't fear them anymore and haven't for years- they cannot enter me but only try to frighten me and others. They are a nuisance sometimes but have no power but parlor tricks unless you give it to them.
Well, only caught a glimpse of it once, but the noises continued throughout the week. I could not find anything of interest during the daylight, so I was very much at loss as to what was causing all this. Eventually I figured it out, there was a newspaper article about an escaped Chimpanzee in the area, and the authorities had trouble finding it. I gave them a call, they looked around the property with no success, but oddly enough the sounds stopped from this day on. As far as I know, they never actually caught it.
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Glad to know I'm not the only one! I've learned over the years that if I ignore them to the best of my ability eventually they become less active but for some reason they seem to be stronger and more active during particular times of the year- mainly late fall but early spring as well- I'm not sure exactly what that means other than maybe the "veil" is thinner at those times. And you are correct in that they mess with me more when I'm doing really good things- they were most active during the times when I taught Sunday school and vacation Bible school!