a reply to: IAMALLYETALLIAM
I was finding your account interesting right up until you attacked Christianity and then?.
First of all ever hear of parasitic entity's?.
In Christianity it is stated you are given to be born ONCE then to die and then the resurrection, this does not mean that you sleep for a very long
time though perhaps some do but that you rise in spirit - and yes there are some whom will argue this including certain sect's whom deny that Christ
was God in human form which he most certainly is and was.
Now to some strange experiences of my life, memory's of floating away from a dead crusader who died in an attitude of prayer kneeling with his hands
on the pommel of his sword after a fight in a desert somewhere big very muscular youngish bloke with dirty copper blond hair and beard very much like
the old stereotype of your surfers but not flashing his muscles to attract the lady's and instead dying after a battle, I was a small boy when I had
this strong and impressionable vision.
WAKING shock as I felt someone hitting me hard on the back of my head (I already had received a head injury in this life) then seeing through some
girl's eye's as an older man poured hot water over her groin area waking her then turned her head and I felt the shattered skull under the back of
her/my head moving like pieces of an eggshell on a boiled egg like when someone has taken the back of a spoon to break the boiled egg's shell before
peeling it, I felt the bones grind against one another and into my brain, as he turned my head I saw an old fashioned bare light bulb hanging from
it's cord on the ceiling and then blacked out, then I was floating away or being pulled along with the body which I believe was in the boot of a car
like I did from the crusader but outside a house about two to two and a half feet over the ground along a dirty mud road with two wheel ruts in it, it
was dark but I could see, I was about 24 this time, I got the impression that this was from the 1950's or 60's and somewhere in Yorkshire but
somewhere were there were rolling hill's with grass but no tree's, it was night time but I could see the distant light of dawn and in spite of the
darkness even the colour of the grass under the wet sky and the reflection in the puddles of water that filled the wheel rut's.
Another occasion many years previously, I was about 14 years of age, I came too in the darkness and found myself flying - this was an oobe and no I
do not do drugs and never have, I resisted but was only half awake and could not stop as if something had me by the back of my neck so it was all I
could do as I found myself moving fast - very fast through the air to notice my surrounding's in a bewildered state - below me was a jungle and I
could see the branches on the tree's, the leaves but not through the tree's except here and there and it was only to the top's of other tree's below
them - so dense jungle and despite the darkness and the fact I seemed to be hundreds of feet above them my eye's were so sharp I could see the
individual leaves in detail, unable to control my flight I saw a cluster of building's, crude wooden shack's in a clearing and a dirt road and tree
stumps in places like they had thinned out the area perhaps loggers or rubber tappers, one of these shack's was the biggest in this crude and
temporary looking village that I believe was in the Amazon somewhere in deepest Brazil, this was the early 1980's, I was forced downward with no
inclination to do so on my part by whatever was taking me there and toward this largest of the shack's which looked like a normal shed like cabin with
a flat roofed lean too added on one side, a big lean too and I flew through the roof, I barely had time to notice that the wall of the shack that had
the lean too on it's side was removed leaving it's floor above the ground like a stage and to one side a crude bar, inside the large lean too held up
here and there with posts was crude wooden tables and chairs, workaday thing's crudely made and on them were rough looking, dirty faced and clothed
men all of whom appeared to be perhaps Brazilian Portuguese by descent except one whom was paler, big obese bloke with a balding head and sweat
showing through his shirt.
I was unable to stop myself as I was flown toward a little girl, perhaps nine to eleven years of age dressed in what looked like a piece of sack
cloth made into a poncho and tied around her waist with a piece of rope, I flew into the crown of her head and it was to put it this way like being
plugged in instantly, I could see, hear, feel all she could but she remained in charge and I still half asleep and utterly bewildered by this, she was
giddy, drunk or drugged I don't know which and not so much dancing as stumbling about on that cabin flood that was like a deck while these dirty
scruffy rough men were drinking from bottles at there tables and shouting things I could not understand at her, they shouted something and she lay on
her back and lifted the front piece of her crude poncho with her two hands her leg's up showing her wares and the big fat man stood up and unbuckled
then came toward her, I felt everything and it hurt like hell shocking me awake so I took control of her and screamed NO!, the pale fat man had a look
of wide eye'd shock on his face which was dripping sweat as I pushed him upward with her small arm's and I think he may have seen me, I for all this
had not understood a word they were saying but had shouted NO! in English as I pushed him upward with a strength that child should not have had and
then like an elastic band snapping the connection was broken and I flew backward like an overstretched elastic band to my own body back here in
England were I woke screaming NO! and putting my hand's up frantically at the empty air feeling sick, the experience left a very deep scar on my
Later in my twenty's I found myself on a number of occasion's outside of my body at a time when I was suffering repeated sleep paralysis episodes and
on each of these three times in the night I could see my body like a dark mass and had to fight as if walking underwater back to it while an unseen
current seemed to be trying to pull me backward and down into the darkness waking each time I reached my body gasping for breath as If I had stopped
Also in the 90's I saw demon's, had - small - hoof print's appear on the wall of my room up the wall and across the ceiling to over me from beside my
Had a piller of black smoke or mist like thing shimmering like a heat wave jump into me and turn my silver crucifix jet black with a film of tarnish,
too years for that to stop and metal to stop corroding but I clung to my faith in the TRUE Lord Jesus even more and it eventually stopped going back,
just kind of goes grey these day's though metal corrodes on me very fast which it never did before so it may have changed my skin chemistry to become
acidic or something.
Encountered demon's twice and faced them off holding a bible - I was not alone as there were other spirit's with me - not saying they were good or
bad though, once encounter was a large rabble of them they looked like shadow people I saw there kind several time's but on other occasions they
seemed to move away as I came closer, the second encounter was with what I believe was a Gestalt of these entity's (multiple entitys' merging to
create an abomination***