Only recently have I made the decision to find out what was going on with me spiritually. Being so terrified, at one point I couldn't take it anymore. My soon to be husband, who "had proof" that the things I saw could be confirmed, talked to his dad about it. His father's wife knew a woman who apparently, could help me.
So the day came to pass that his wife took me to see this woman. We got lost on the way there of course, and it was up North. October 2008 if I remember correctly. When I told her about the entities in the home, and what I felt from them, she too confirmed that I saw true. So she taught me how to get rid of them, as well as protect, cleanse my home etc. She also taught me how to send them "on their way" if I needed to.But some of it felt way off, because of how she told me to "burn" them. It didn't feel right to hurt something because I didn't understand it. So after doing it a few times, I never did it again.
Later on that year, I studied more about what I could do, such as remote viewing, clairaudience and telepathy, from what I know so far. As I learned more, the fear slowly relaxed it's grip on my life. Later on in 2009, many people crossed my path who helped me enormously to discover ways to sharpen my abilities, until I met a woman in 2010. Charlene Jones Lerch.
A friend and YouTuber ( Felipe Sparks) had suggested I come in contact with her, to ask if she could do a sort of soul reading. She could go to the soul's nucleus and see our first incarnations ( I didn't know what else she could do at that time). So I did, I contacted her. I felt brave for once, and asked for help. Charlene had done many videos to help people find out how they first incarnated, but there was much more to her than met the "eye".
Thanx to Charlene, I was able to meet others who had been going through similar things, and others who just wanted to learn to become psychic. And to say the least, her method works. I am now a student at the Institute of Divine Philosophical Science, where I have the opportunity to go on skype classes, where we discuss concepts, methods and visions etc... She teaches us to go through information to find out what it really is, where it comes from, and why the "entity" is projecting, for example, if that is the case.
So instead of being afraid, I decided to search for people who could understand what I was going through, and help me grow with this, considering it won't just "shut off", I might as well hone my abilities and use them for the greater good... which is why I went through the abuse I did as a child and young adult, to help others.
More on this soon
Ari
Shadows people, who are they?
An introduction to some of my experiences with shadow people
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Shadow people, some experiences from early childhood and other paranormal
I am new at this blog business, but will do my best to explain what I have seen my whole life.
As you can see, I am having trouble posting for the first time, and even correcting typos on my page seems to be a challenge lol, so please bare with me.
I will start with the shadows this morning, considering it is the first thing mentioned in the title.
I am about 5-6 years old, just got in bed, I am very awake and afraid. Why afraid? Because I know what will be happening next. My mother wants to shut my room door, but I insist to keep it open. It feels safer when my bedroom door is open, gives me the illusion that I am not alone... physically anyway.
Then, once the fear dissipates a little, it happens. Shadows are around my face, neck, roaming around my bed. Then, I become totally paralyzed, can't scream, can't move... nothing but feeling like my very self is being squeezed inside me, like something is pushing me out of myself.
Keep in mind, this was in 1982, no internet then, and my parents weren't into horror movies or anything that could have shown me something like those shadows.
So anyway, this used to happen on a regular basis, at least once a month. But when they weren't paralyzing me, they would taunt me, scare me, follow me around and basically terrorize me to the point that I became an insomniac at the age of 7. Daytime or night time, I had no rest. The only times I felt safe was when I could sleep with one of my parents, or be surrounded by friends in general. Even in school, when I would go to the wash room during class, I would feel followed, looked at, always like something was latching onto the back of my neck or "breathing on me".
Then at the age of 17, the attacks became weirder and weirder. I would see them crawling on the floor, in a more defined human form, but with no legs. They would do the same paralyzing thing as usual, but then they would have what felt like intercourse with me, and this would go on as I would feel my soul becoming thinner and thinner inside my body. This one particular time, it felt as though the entity was communicating that I belonged to him. Very strange if not nuts.
I have become very cynical over the years, and I have to say that even while I write this blog, this sounds more than nuts to me. I have consulted mental health practitioners and they all told me pretty much the same thing: "These things happen". Did it help me to hear that you think? Not at all... I was actually hoping someone would label me, prescribe what I thought I might need, and leave well enough alone. But clearly, I didn't get the answers I had been hoping for.
I have many more stories to blog about, but wanted to make it short, sort of like seeding a thought. Also, hoping someone out there could possibly know what I am talking about, without trying to convince me that all is light and fluffy, Namasté and all that. I am not saying that the expression "Namasté" is bs, but many who over use it have turned me off and shown me that they are not psychic nor do they channel nor do they understand what the "snow" is... So they can't help me.
So to end this first blog, I would like to explain why I have started writing this in public.
I want answers. I want to get to the truth. Also, I guess it's therapeutic to write these experiences down and have some feed back, though it could seem negative or positive.
More soon
thanx for reading
Ari
As you can see, I am having trouble posting for the first time, and even correcting typos on my page seems to be a challenge lol, so please bare with me.
I will start with the shadows this morning, considering it is the first thing mentioned in the title.
I am about 5-6 years old, just got in bed, I am very awake and afraid. Why afraid? Because I know what will be happening next. My mother wants to shut my room door, but I insist to keep it open. It feels safer when my bedroom door is open, gives me the illusion that I am not alone... physically anyway.
Then, once the fear dissipates a little, it happens. Shadows are around my face, neck, roaming around my bed. Then, I become totally paralyzed, can't scream, can't move... nothing but feeling like my very self is being squeezed inside me, like something is pushing me out of myself.
Keep in mind, this was in 1982, no internet then, and my parents weren't into horror movies or anything that could have shown me something like those shadows.
So anyway, this used to happen on a regular basis, at least once a month. But when they weren't paralyzing me, they would taunt me, scare me, follow me around and basically terrorize me to the point that I became an insomniac at the age of 7. Daytime or night time, I had no rest. The only times I felt safe was when I could sleep with one of my parents, or be surrounded by friends in general. Even in school, when I would go to the wash room during class, I would feel followed, looked at, always like something was latching onto the back of my neck or "breathing on me".
Then at the age of 17, the attacks became weirder and weirder. I would see them crawling on the floor, in a more defined human form, but with no legs. They would do the same paralyzing thing as usual, but then they would have what felt like intercourse with me, and this would go on as I would feel my soul becoming thinner and thinner inside my body. This one particular time, it felt as though the entity was communicating that I belonged to him. Very strange if not nuts.
I have become very cynical over the years, and I have to say that even while I write this blog, this sounds more than nuts to me. I have consulted mental health practitioners and they all told me pretty much the same thing: "These things happen". Did it help me to hear that you think? Not at all... I was actually hoping someone would label me, prescribe what I thought I might need, and leave well enough alone. But clearly, I didn't get the answers I had been hoping for.
I have many more stories to blog about, but wanted to make it short, sort of like seeding a thought. Also, hoping someone out there could possibly know what I am talking about, without trying to convince me that all is light and fluffy, Namasté and all that. I am not saying that the expression "Namasté" is bs, but many who over use it have turned me off and shown me that they are not psychic nor do they channel nor do they understand what the "snow" is... So they can't help me.
So to end this first blog, I would like to explain why I have started writing this in public.
I want answers. I want to get to the truth. Also, I guess it's therapeutic to write these experiences down and have some feed back, though it could seem negative or positive.
More soon
thanx for reading
Ari
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