The following post is a compilation of my most memorable clashes with the supernatural. They really happened, but I honestly wish they hadn’t. While I continue my vacation, take a look. Be warned, these posts are disturbing in places and do contain some triggers.
In my first post, the story of abuse and a demonic entity in my bedroom is told. The House of Pain is still the setting for some of my nightmares, and what happened there led to an infamous criminal trial.
Did you ever wonder if the Angel of Death is real? I don’t. Not anymore.
But I’ll never ghost hunt again because if you go looking for something, you might just find it.
But experiences like visions of the past, those can be argued over, but has not something like that happened also to you?
Then there was the cat who knew too much . It provided a story that to this day I cannot remember without getting chills. Animals certainly know spirits, and sometimes they seem to want to introduce you to them.
In Bolero Hats and Thunder and Nightmares That Come True, the story is told of a woman most unusual, who affected me profoundly and is impossible to forget, but the contents of a precognitive nightmare and what happened next is extraordinary and left me chilled to the bone. Pay attention to dreams. They might just come true.
In Attacked! I paid a price for involving myself in a demon’s affairs. I may never sleep again.
The supernatural is real. Be careful with it. As it is a part of the natural world but a part we understand very little, be very careful. Pray before attempting spiritual warfare. Don’t use ouija boards. Don’t do seances. Leave the dead be. Don’t ghost hunt, go to flea markets or garage sales and leave antiques alone. Much better to stay in and have a cup of tea by the fire and curl up with a good book than courting disaster.
Thanks for reading and for letting me be a part of your day.
Be well.
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