01-29-2012, 04:03 PM
I know there are spiritual entities in the world.
This is not mere belief, this is knowing. I have seen/experienced things that defy logical explanation and fall outside of known physical phenomena.
Unfortunately most of my experiences have been with malevolent spiritual entities.
This is largely due to living with my mother. For further information I will link you to an older post: http://gayspeak.com/showpost.php?p=128834&postcount=3
The other reason why I wanted to be a minister, got my D.Min, was vying to join a friary was to make up for my childhood.
I am a man of Faith. I believe there is a God. No. I need to believe there is a God in order to offset the things I have seen.
As an adult I have had 'encounters' with 'things'. The phenomena of 'shadow people' is well known to me on a personal level. I have seen these things first hand. I have seen 'entities' that should not be there. Are these ghosts? I do not know what they are.
My Mother, in my early 30's as her mind cracked up into a million little pieces as she was denied access to 'magic', reported to me that she was being visited by my Great Grandmother (a sainted lady if any walked on this earth), my Aunts Carrie and Carol, my Eldest brother. These visits were taking place well after they had died.
On top of her claims of being visited by dead family members, she also told me that Jesus and the Apostles (who she was calling 'The Saints' by this time, a total change in her previous take on Christianity) were also visiting, however their visits (relatives) were violent, mostly them her slapping her about. The Saints and Jesus just stood around 'judging' her as she put it.
One night she called me and told me, begged me actually, to come down and seal her house against spirits. I drove down to her place in southern California, arriving at day break.
As soon as I walked into the house I could 'feel' negative energies - bad energies, nasty energies. It was thick in the air of the place. I stayed that night and witnessed 'something' slapping my mother around. There were marks on her body, slight bruising, arms, legs, across her back, her forehead. A few scratches too. If I was a less knowing person I could have easily wrote these off as self injury or 'accident'. But I knew better.
While I didn't see this 'thing', My Mother said it was my Great Grandmother, I did see my mother's head fly back as if slapped and saw the red impression of a hand complete with fingers appear on her cheek. Over the course of an hour she was shoved while walking to the kitchen, slapped 4 times - each time leaving a red hand-print on her cheek. and watched as her glass of water and the coaster it was sitting on move several inches - by itself to the edge of the coffee table the glass tumbled over.
As we sat there my my mother told me that my brother was sitting in the chair across from mine. Now I did feel a presence in that direction. I didn't see anyone. My mother then told me my brother was laughing at her. I didn't hear any laughter.
On my way to the bathroom the shadows in the hall and especially the shadows in the room that was my great grandmother's who had lived with my mother the last months of her life 'moved' and 'flickered'. There were presences (plural). Their intent to me was 'indifferent', but I could feel that their intent to be there was not 'good'.
Attempting a blessing of the house resulted in the smell of burning rubber suddenly appearing out of thing air, everywhere in the house. I checked for something burning - nothing was burning, nothing was smoldering. It was strongest in the room I was attempting to bless (the dinning room) and quickly lessened the further I waked from that room.
Ever hear a house scream? Sprinkling holy water on the walls caused a high pitch shriek - sort of like spraying water on a pan that has been over heated on the stove - but not just a noise (heard with the ears) one 'heard' inside the head.
Her husband was also being 'abused' by these entities, but not as violently. He definitely wasn't being allowed to sleep, reporting that as he slept he heard screaming that would wake him up. While I sat in their bedroom as they tried to sleep, he did sit bolt upright shaking and full of fear claiming to have heard screams. I didn't hear a thing.
He reported that everything he tried to eat or drink, while in the house, tasted terrible (his words "like shit"). He had taken to eating out after work. Even bringing home fast food the taste changed as soon as he walked into the house.
The second day as I was shaving after a shower I did catch a glimpse of my brother's face in the mirror. It looked like my brother, down to the quirky smile he would get when he was up to no good. Was it really my brother? I do not know.
I attempted exorcism of the house. While the house quieted down for about a month, no more moving shadows, no more slapping, shoving, screams in dreams, etc. The place just didn't feel right.
A month later my mother called me again crying that they were all back. The slapping, shoving, screams, bad tasting food, all of it was back and according to my mother happening a lot more. I went back and sure enough it was 'worse' my mother was now being scratched,her hair was being pulled - tuffs of hair would suddenly be 'yanked' and even pulled out causing her to scream. I watched it happen, there was no way my mother was doing this to her self.
Her husband left the house, went to a motel room in order to sleep. He did that the night while he was sleeping and someone (something) pulled the sheets back and scratched his chest and stomach deep enough to cause blood and welts - it looked like he has been attacked by a wild animal. While there is no doubt my mother could have done this, according to them she was in the living room being held down by my aunts.
The only solution was for them to move. Due to how they had done their finances they only place they could buy was a trailer in a trailer park. They lost a good deal of money on their two mortgages in the nice house. She also had to give up a lot of 'things' furniture, and junk that she had collected over the years. Not enough room in the trailer, and they couldn't afford a storage locker.
Before they moved into the place I blessed it, and had a few other minister/priest friends of mine come down to assist. I also had them stay at the old house that night to get their opinions. While nothing happened that night, they all felt that that house was a 'bad' place to be.
Once my mother and her husband moved into the trailer they were not 'disturbed' by these entities. I went back to the old house to find that once they had moved out the atmosphere had lightened and the house became simply a house again.
Where these vengeful ghosts? Possibly.
My Great Grandmother lived with my mother after she broke her hip. There is some question as to why she died. Officially when a 99 year old woman passes on no one thinks much about it. Unofficially there were questions raised by family members. It is possible that my mother through negligence caused my great-grandmother's death. Potentially abuse as well.
My brother, as most folk here know, was kicked out of the house at age 16 by my mother and never allowed to come back, this caused him to have to turn to prostitution to survive the streets of L.A. This also lead to drug use and HIV and eventually a young death from AIDS.
My aunts had their 'issues' with my mother. There was a lot of bad feeling there, no one actually said why, but it was obvious.
There may be good reasons why these 'ghosts' would come back to 'haunt' my mother.
This was near the end of my being around either of my parents or being in contact with them. The last letter I received from my mother was about 14 years ago. In it she told me
that 'The Saints' and Jesus were visiting her, standing there watching her and she feared that she was going to hell.
That was pretty much the last I heard from her.
This is not mere belief, this is knowing. I have seen/experienced things that defy logical explanation and fall outside of known physical phenomena.
Unfortunately most of my experiences have been with malevolent spiritual entities.
This is largely due to living with my mother. For further information I will link you to an older post: http://gayspeak.com/showpost.php?p=128834&postcount=3
The other reason why I wanted to be a minister, got my D.Min, was vying to join a friary was to make up for my childhood.
I am a man of Faith. I believe there is a God. No. I need to believe there is a God in order to offset the things I have seen.
As an adult I have had 'encounters' with 'things'. The phenomena of 'shadow people' is well known to me on a personal level. I have seen these things first hand. I have seen 'entities' that should not be there. Are these ghosts? I do not know what they are.
My Mother, in my early 30's as her mind cracked up into a million little pieces as she was denied access to 'magic', reported to me that she was being visited by my Great Grandmother (a sainted lady if any walked on this earth), my Aunts Carrie and Carol, my Eldest brother. These visits were taking place well after they had died.
On top of her claims of being visited by dead family members, she also told me that Jesus and the Apostles (who she was calling 'The Saints' by this time, a total change in her previous take on Christianity) were also visiting, however their visits (relatives) were violent, mostly them her slapping her about. The Saints and Jesus just stood around 'judging' her as she put it.
One night she called me and told me, begged me actually, to come down and seal her house against spirits. I drove down to her place in southern California, arriving at day break.
As soon as I walked into the house I could 'feel' negative energies - bad energies, nasty energies. It was thick in the air of the place. I stayed that night and witnessed 'something' slapping my mother around. There were marks on her body, slight bruising, arms, legs, across her back, her forehead. A few scratches too. If I was a less knowing person I could have easily wrote these off as self injury or 'accident'. But I knew better.
While I didn't see this 'thing', My Mother said it was my Great Grandmother, I did see my mother's head fly back as if slapped and saw the red impression of a hand complete with fingers appear on her cheek. Over the course of an hour she was shoved while walking to the kitchen, slapped 4 times - each time leaving a red hand-print on her cheek. and watched as her glass of water and the coaster it was sitting on move several inches - by itself to the edge of the coffee table the glass tumbled over.
As we sat there my my mother told me that my brother was sitting in the chair across from mine. Now I did feel a presence in that direction. I didn't see anyone. My mother then told me my brother was laughing at her. I didn't hear any laughter.
On my way to the bathroom the shadows in the hall and especially the shadows in the room that was my great grandmother's who had lived with my mother the last months of her life 'moved' and 'flickered'. There were presences (plural). Their intent to me was 'indifferent', but I could feel that their intent to be there was not 'good'.
Attempting a blessing of the house resulted in the smell of burning rubber suddenly appearing out of thing air, everywhere in the house. I checked for something burning - nothing was burning, nothing was smoldering. It was strongest in the room I was attempting to bless (the dinning room) and quickly lessened the further I waked from that room.
Ever hear a house scream? Sprinkling holy water on the walls caused a high pitch shriek - sort of like spraying water on a pan that has been over heated on the stove - but not just a noise (heard with the ears) one 'heard' inside the head.
Her husband was also being 'abused' by these entities, but not as violently. He definitely wasn't being allowed to sleep, reporting that as he slept he heard screaming that would wake him up. While I sat in their bedroom as they tried to sleep, he did sit bolt upright shaking and full of fear claiming to have heard screams. I didn't hear a thing.
He reported that everything he tried to eat or drink, while in the house, tasted terrible (his words "like shit"). He had taken to eating out after work. Even bringing home fast food the taste changed as soon as he walked into the house.
The second day as I was shaving after a shower I did catch a glimpse of my brother's face in the mirror. It looked like my brother, down to the quirky smile he would get when he was up to no good. Was it really my brother? I do not know.
I attempted exorcism of the house. While the house quieted down for about a month, no more moving shadows, no more slapping, shoving, screams in dreams, etc. The place just didn't feel right.
A month later my mother called me again crying that they were all back. The slapping, shoving, screams, bad tasting food, all of it was back and according to my mother happening a lot more. I went back and sure enough it was 'worse' my mother was now being scratched,her hair was being pulled - tuffs of hair would suddenly be 'yanked' and even pulled out causing her to scream. I watched it happen, there was no way my mother was doing this to her self.
Her husband left the house, went to a motel room in order to sleep. He did that the night while he was sleeping and someone (something) pulled the sheets back and scratched his chest and stomach deep enough to cause blood and welts - it looked like he has been attacked by a wild animal. While there is no doubt my mother could have done this, according to them she was in the living room being held down by my aunts.
The only solution was for them to move. Due to how they had done their finances they only place they could buy was a trailer in a trailer park. They lost a good deal of money on their two mortgages in the nice house. She also had to give up a lot of 'things' furniture, and junk that she had collected over the years. Not enough room in the trailer, and they couldn't afford a storage locker.
Before they moved into the place I blessed it, and had a few other minister/priest friends of mine come down to assist. I also had them stay at the old house that night to get their opinions. While nothing happened that night, they all felt that that house was a 'bad' place to be.
Once my mother and her husband moved into the trailer they were not 'disturbed' by these entities. I went back to the old house to find that once they had moved out the atmosphere had lightened and the house became simply a house again.
Where these vengeful ghosts? Possibly.
My Great Grandmother lived with my mother after she broke her hip. There is some question as to why she died. Officially when a 99 year old woman passes on no one thinks much about it. Unofficially there were questions raised by family members. It is possible that my mother through negligence caused my great-grandmother's death. Potentially abuse as well.
My brother, as most folk here know, was kicked out of the house at age 16 by my mother and never allowed to come back, this caused him to have to turn to prostitution to survive the streets of L.A. This also lead to drug use and HIV and eventually a young death from AIDS.
My aunts had their 'issues' with my mother. There was a lot of bad feeling there, no one actually said why, but it was obvious.
There may be good reasons why these 'ghosts' would come back to 'haunt' my mother.
This was near the end of my being around either of my parents or being in contact with them. The last letter I received from my mother was about 14 years ago. In it she told me
that 'The Saints' and Jesus were visiting her, standing there watching her and she feared that she was going to hell.
That was pretty much the last I heard from her.
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