posted on Jan, 23 2014 @ 08:45 PM
Well, the family was heavily into a very practical and frugal form of witchcraft.
I'd honestly say, it felt a lot like it was more of psychic activity than ceremony and pacts with the devil.
My friends mom...she was...in a word..powerful. She always knew what her son and I had been up to, down to minute detail. As if she had been there
watching. There simply was no lying to her.
We would all play D&D together. I always DM'd. I'd write the adventure hours before we played. And she could tell you "don't go through that
door, there are X critters in there, but, there is a hidden chest...and it has enough gold in it to make it worthwhile, if we win.". Her accuracy
was so complete it was as if she read my creation. But I would typically just have a single drawing o the dungeon, and cryptic notes of what was in
each room...in my own shorthand...and she never saw the paper I was working from.
Once, I was talking to the mother....I was upset and having family troubles. She asked if I wanted to have the best night's sleep I'd had since my
father had died. I said yes. She stood before me, with her hands out, palm up. She asked me to place my hands on top of her palms, face down. She
looked me in the eyes.
For minutes, it was as if I was looking at her through a fish eye lense coming in and out of focus.
When she finished, she said "Go home, straight home, and go to sleep."
Well, on my way home, I passed a common area with a basketball court. I had to go through there to get to my home. But the kids there wanted to kick
my ass. I told myself, I could make myself invisible by concentrating. As I walked by them, I looked them in the eyes. Their eyes never stopped
scanning back and forth, as ones eyes do at night looking for movement. They never once stopped and looked directly at me although I was within ten
feet of them. There was a dozen of them, and they could have killed me...and they wanted to.
But they never saw me that night.
When I got into my house, I dropped into my bed. The next twelve hours went by blissfully asleep.
The son, one night channeled my recently deceased father. He shared things with me that only my father knew, such as the last words my father ever
said to me, which I had never shared with my friend.
The sister, well, she was rumored to be even more powerful than the mother. She would talk in tongues in her sleep. But not gibberish. We'd record
it, and be able to identify it as Portuguese, or Italian, or Russian. Usually biblical passages, although they were not religious.
One particular night, the night they dropped the bomb on me about the entire family, they told me about the spirit of an indian whom the mother knew.
A cat with glowing red eyes appeared on the porch as she spoke. It stayed. And then a radio alarm clock went off as if the alarm had been set.
It hadn't been set.
I unplugged it. It continued playing music from the radio full blast.
I checked for back up battery, there was no facility for it to handle batteries. It had NO juice going into it.
My friend went to hunt for a screwdriver to open the damned thing up....
And his mother came over...said we needed to stop. She simply waved her hand over the radio, about three feet above it, about three or four times.
The radio suddenly stopped playing.
They taught me much about meditation. To this day, I still use those techniques. Nothing too advanced, not like TM or the like. But, effective none
Suffice it to say....I am not skeptical, as I did everything I could to disprove everything I encountered. I could not.
Instead, today, I merely keep an open mind. Towards almost all things. And I believe in next to nothing. The moment you "chose" to
believe...well, you stop thinking rationally.
Scales in my mind are constantly weighing and being adjusted.