Here is part one: http://ift.tt/1MsYzVa
Okay so I thought moving away was going to help and it didn't. I had moved into a 1 bedroom apartment in the Old Irving Park neighborhood of Chicago. I loved the neighborhood, there was so many beautiful houses and it was very family friendly.
I had designed the place in a way that gave my daughter and I our own space which I felt was important for her (she was 6 almost 7 years old at the time). So I gave her the actual bedroom and tweaked the living room to be my bedroom. Within a month I had everything set perfectly, painted my bedroom walls a nice coral color, set up a cute princess bedroom for her, completely unpacked. I was so elated to be getting my life on track. It seemed like whatever had been happening at my mom's place was over...but that peace lasted all of 6 weeks or so.
After the first month strange things started to happen. After a long shift I'd come home to find the refrigerator door wide open always within a day or two of getting fully restocked. I tried to debunk this. I'd stand by the fridge and jump and jog and shake seeing if maybe the door was faulty. It would stay shut. I kept making sure I hadn't left it ajar on accident and it had continued to open. After the first couple of times of this happening, I knew it wasn't my fault or my daughter's.
There was one night I woke up with my front door (which led into the living room/my bedroom) unlocked and slightly ajar. I locked it before I went to bed and NEVER went to sleep without putting the chain on, I mean, I'm a single mom. I'm cautious! I did all of the things I did at my mom's too, I placed crystals, saged, prayed...it only seemed to escalate.
Finally I reached out to Cheryl and asked what I should do. She told me to take some time when I was alone to sit in the apartment without any distractions. She said to wear an eye mask, ear plugs and to just sit. "Something is trying to get your attention for a reason. You need to listen or tell it with all of the conviction you possess to LET YOU BE."
Mia was going to be with her father the following week so I decided to do it then. My mom at this point had moved into her new girlfriend's apartment and was doing way better. I know you guys were wondering about that!
Anyway, while Mia was at her dad's I decided to just face this thing. I closed all of the blinds, locked my cat in the bathroom, turned off all the lights and moved a chair to the middle of my bedroom. I plugged my ears and put the eye mask on. Immediately and strangely I was comforted by the silence. I repeated the mantra Cheryl had given me. "I know you are trying to reach me and I need to know why. I offer you peace and respect and will listen. Speak."
After sitting quietly for what seemed like minutes I began to hear a humming. It was frightening, but not so much as to discourage me. After a few moments of humming, I began to feel charged. It's so hard to describe, I was cold and almost felt like every part of my body was falling asleep, the tingling sensation was very intense.
"I know you are trying to reach me and I need to know why. I offer you peace and respect and will listen. Speak," I repeated over and over.
"She is...from you...now..." I heard someone whisper in my left ear, causing me to cringe in my seat.
"I know you are trying to reach me and I need to know why. I offer peace and respect and will listen. Speak."
"She is...want...from you...now..." The voice repeated, barely audible.
"I KNOW YOU ARE TRYING TO REACH ME AND I NEED TO KNOW WHY! I OFFER PEACE AND RESPECT AND WILL LISTEN. SPEAK!"
"She is what I want," the voice clarified, "I got what I want from you. Nothing can save her now."
"Who is 'she'? Tell me!" I asked frantically.
"Who is she? She is me. Nothing can save her now." The voice said. The voice was my own. I felt my lips move and form the words but I was not speaking. This, this thing had taken over my body. I could feel the darkness of its existence fill me up inside and make me cold.
I tried remembering what Cheryl told me about protecting myself from other's negative energies. I imagined a small fireball inside my chest, radiating heat and light out into my bedroom. But at the same time, I could picture a black shape trying to envelop the flame inside me. I then tried picturing glass surrounding the fireball, impenetrable glass, see through as to still radiate the light and heat but protected from outside forces.
"She is mine. Mine," the voice said, but this time it was in my head, my lips didn't move.
"I am my own. You are not welcome here anymore. I will not provide you with anything else," I said, while still focusing on the light inside me, my very life force, brightening to the point where all I could see was white.
And then I saw a face in my mind's eye. I don't know how to describe how hideous this thing was. It was grey and black and blurry and clear at the same time, with dark holes where eyes and a mouth should be.
I heard several bangs. As if every door in my apartment had opened and closed. It startled me to the point where I removed the mask and ear plugs. I glanced around my bedroom. I had started the whole ritual arould 11am. It was dark outside, my room was nothing but shadows. I tried standing up. It took more energy than I expected. I walked to the light and switched it on.
Every book I owned was on the floor. Every picture framed lay face down. All the doors were opened. My cat walked between my legs, meowing nervously. I felt different, better. And I prayed it was over. I haven't experienced anything as intense as that since and I have some theories as to what it actually was. I called Cheryl and she agreed with my theory.
Personally, I think I was a magnet for negative energy during that time of my life. Although I was trying to change my life for the better, my abilities were like a lighthouse to dark forces. Opening myself up to follow my intuition at a time where I felt my intuition had failed me (I was in the middle of a divorce and ugly custody battle, my ex husband had been extremely manipulative and emotionally abuse) while going through something emotionally exhausting sort of was the perfect mix for poltergeist-like occurrences. Poltergeist experiences have been linked to someone's angst. One's emotions actually create the physical and terrifying havoc around them...
"She is me," I had said. I was the one responsible for everything that had happened. Cheryl had hinted she thought I was more powerful, more intuitive, than I was showing myself, that's why she suggested I sit ALONE. She knew I was trying to get my own attention, that I had created this darkness to distract me from the real issues at hand- my powers. I know this is confusing...but after this event I realized how powerful I was and have been helping people with paranormal experiences. I can get into that more if you all like...this story is very personal. Only my closest friends know what I do, what powers I possess. I see things clearer now because I know what to look for, I hear better because I know how to listen.
I'd like to hear your theories as well.
Submitted September 20, 2015 at 01:03AM by Nickel412 http://ift.tt/1JhHAxJ nosleep
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