Amazing burning featherlight
ANDIt is so hard to tell this story to people you just meet because you never know what their reaction will be: “Oh, she is crazy.” I love this website in which I know that I am not the only one who has experienced something supernatural. This is real … it's so real.
I was about 15 years ancient (I'm 30 years ancient, but I tell you, I think yesterday) and still a thrill when I talk about it. I desperately needed lend a hand. I cried and felt lonely. Although I am not religious or anything, I began to pray and ask God for lend a hand. These teenage years were hard.
I sit in front of a miniature night table with the Bible and a lit candle. I remember that I asked for a sign that God actually existed because I felt alone. Suddenly I got up, blew up the candle and got up, smelling the murky smoke he left behind.
When I opened the door to leave the bedroom, loudly, but a harmonious sound like the ocean, but he surrounded me gentle. I felt this nice gentle pressure from the back … Like presence … I can't even explain it. It was nice but strenuous in a sense. When I turned my face to my left shoulder to look behind, very forceful pressure pushed my face forward. It was a gentle pressure because it didn't hurt or it was not chilly, sizzling or windy, but like pressure, but gentle. My face pushed forward and suddenly, behind me, two balls appeared with the size of a basket of burning white featherlight featherlight. On my right there was one and one on my left. They flew the corridor, which was in front of the bedroom when I stood in the door, and behind these amazing dazzling balls of burning featherlight remained rays of white featherlight, as if painted with a brush on my walls.
But when they came from behind me, it wasn't just pressure. Suddenly my hair flew all over the place, but I couldn't feel if the wind was chilly or sizzling, just gentle. And I just stood there and stared at dazzling balls, which quickly me, also leaving my harmonious, like a gentle, dainty ocean sound.
When they reached the end of the corridor opposite me, I heard my sister call me “Eli”? Suddenly the balls exploded and I was completely surrounded by white featherlight featherlight, like a flash from the camera, but even brighter. I didn't see myself, my hands, my body or anything around me, just dazzling dazzling featherlight … Oh my God, it was really amazing. Then the featherlight shrunk in nothing, and my sister appeared in the second door of the bedroom opposite me and asked “what it is … I saw a bright light … What was it.”
I was shocked by what had just happened, but I surprised that she saw it too. So I was a bit nervous and asked her to just come to me and closed the bedroom door. I began to explain to her what happened and how I prayed, and I asked God for a sign and suddenly, when I talk to her, I look at the night table and see that the candle was illuminated!
It was a message. It was a sign I asked for and dazzling featherlight. I began to tell my mother's story when she returned home and my mother, so religious and everything in tears. I said a few people in the church, and then it was. It's only in my heart and memory forever. I am not even religious and I don't really believe in religion, so I'm not a fanatic who tries to believe the world. I think religion is nice, but not for me. He just controls the world and although I asked God for a sign, I think we all have in us to do such handsome things, but we don't know how powerful we are. If there is God, yes, I received a handsome sign, but it still does not mean that religion is a good solution. I only know that I had a huge supernatural experience that I will never forget.
Demons and sleep paralysis
BACK in the 1980s I was a bit of a party girl. Hey, nothing bad in this, I was in the twenty and liked to dance and live on weekends. At this particular time I lived with my sister Lucille in Whittier near Washington Blvd and Broadway. I often returned home quite buzzed and went to sleep immediately. It was the time in which I saw, I heard and felt “inexplicable guests”. My niece, who was 5 years ancient at the time, says that she heard me talk to people, and sometimes heard how I laugh or cry. She assumed that I was talking on the phone, so she never wondered (she was only 5 years ancient, why she was). A crazy thing is that I also hear people and remember how he talked to someone. I have thought many times that it was just alcohol and that I was in this deep sleep, which includes most drunk people when they hit the pillow and crash. But I know I didn't dream. I heard a voice and heard my own voice. It was several times that I couldn't get up and told me to open my eyes, seeing someone descending towards the corridor. I was terrified and tried to move any part of my body or shout, but I could never. And it was already in the morning, so there was lightweight in my room and the whole house.
One day I woke up to find out how I loved myself. I am not kidding, I felt damn in me and felt the whole endorphin hurried. I would also like to add that the paralysis of sleep and conversations was not only when I could at home after the party. It happened in normal everyday nights. My 5 -year -old niece once told us that she saw a figure standing at her door, looking at her. She hid under the covers and fainted (she fell asleep). In the morning she was full of sweat from being under the covers. It's a miracle that she didn't suffocate. She said she thought that I was coming home from behind schedule at night, but I was already at home and in the bed. He is now 24 years ancient and still swears that she saw the figure looking at her that night.
Well, one day I stared at the walls in my bedroom, thinking and my God, if I didn't see the face of demons. The walls had wooden panels on them and yes, wooden panels are like clouds in which you can see several different things. But in fact I saw two forms of demons. I told my sister about it and she told me to be noiseless because she didn't want me to frighten my niece. I really wonder if it had something to do with all this … Wooden panels were removed and instead painted …
Quick forward until 2003 and now I live in Sun Valley (next to Bourbank) with my sister Rose and we are in the process of packing because she bought a house in Whittier near my mother. One Saturday morning I woke up tired, broken, irritable and I just didn't want to work. I didn't want to pack any boxes, cleaning or sweeping, just not. I told my sister that I didn't feel good, so she left me alone (I could say she was pissed off). When I lay there on the bed (it was around 10:30), suddenly I couldn't move. I couldn't scream and couldn't think. One thing that I could hear and heard two separate voices: one was a demonic woman who said: “We should never let you leave us” – then the demonic voice, who said: “This time you will not run away from us” … I fought, fought and felt my lips move and called my sister Rose, I know her name, bottom and I couldn't hear me. After something that seemed to be eternity, the pressure suddenly left and I got up. I ran down and asked Rose if he hears how I call my name, she said. NO. I told her what happened and she told her why you didn't pray to God? I said I couldn't think, I was just too scared and it surprised me.
To this day, I wonder who the hell these demons were and what they meant through “we should never let you leave us” … Is it the same forces that tormented me at my sister Lucille's house in 1989? It is strange that for the first time I heard a female demonic voice, because in Lucille I have always heard male voices … Here we are in 2007 and from time to time I get paralysis of sleep, but I am carefully prepared. I have dreams in which I actually talk about demons that attack me and behave like a kind of superhero. I genote them on behalf of Jesus Christ and it always works, they are defeated. For all of you who have happened, I notice that none of you agrees with the demons, but instead try to fight them or scream. Rebuilding them on behalf of Jesus Christ will send them to the escaping, trust me, they are powerful words. I have always felt that there was a struggle for power for my soul. I have never done drugs or played with Ouija boards or anything, but for some time I have suffered from depression and I know that demons are going straight to those who suffer because of it. We are uncomplicated goals, but we can simply overcome them to rebuild them on behalf of Jesus.
Once, when I was hit by the paralysis of sleep, I did not remember the word “admonition” and I could not take these bastards from me. Instead, I told them in a mamine way to go down and leave me alone. As you know, all these words will simply hit you more with a rash. I notice that after the attacks I am exhausted, both mentally and physically. But it looks like they have left me alone and I'm a bit serene …
Funny, however, happened about 3 or 4 months ago. I slept on a one -day bed and one morning I got up a little early to work, so I got up to turn off the alarm before it pushed away, because it is raucous and always scares me to put on blurred boots. Then I lay back in bed, but I moved to the bottom of the bed so that I could lean my feet on a metal frame … I managed to fall asleep again and be behind schedule for work. I say “being late” because of the strange thing that happened next. Do you remember that I had feet on a metal frame, so they rested at the top on the right? Well, something or someone “hit” my feet tough and surprised me that I wasn't sleeping. I sat down, thinking that someone was like my mother, but I was alone … I know that I felt it because it shook my whole body and woke up. It was like an ancient mother who arrives at the bed and hits you with this “get up, for nothing lazy son dense herringbone.” But what amazed me was that I woke up in the usual time when I get up (6 am) … That I prove that it was not an unusual case, because for the first time I felt a tough blow, and secondly I hit time … I have 3 cats. When this happened, I had a black cat next to me, but it never reacted at all, like most animals, when they sense a ghostly presence … However, this “thing” that hit me did not seem livid, how do I know how to know? I could just say, or rather I could feel it. It seemed to be a real, caring spirit like a guardian angel who says that we all have.
I now live at home with my mother and I return to the ancient room from high school. No wonder it never happened in this room, except for the recent hit of my feet that woke me up. I am not church, but I am strongly anchored in faith with God and I pray to Him all day. I know that my faith protects me like armor, but I also know that I am faint in many areas, one of them is depression. Demons will look for every gap in armor, and depression is one of their favorites, so maybe that's why I always feel that I am in some towing war and I have to lose myself constantly. I am glad that I know now what I did not know in 1989 and I hope that those of you who read this will start taking demons when you are pinned or threatened …
Remember about the words “I will attach you on behalf of Jesus Christ” … Speak it over and over and say loudly, even if you can say it only in your head … People, please, put your armor suit and don't be demonic wipers anymore … happiness hurts.
Endnde
AND He was born and raised in the Philippines. We moved to the USA when I was 11 years elderly. This story took place in the Philippines when I was 7 years elderly. I remember some things that happened to me, but not fully. My uncle repeated my story again later when I get a little older. And then from time to time when we have family meetings, someone from my family will leave this story again, because it was a bit stunning!
The story began when my dad and I went to visit his sister, my aunt and cousins in the province. My aunt has 3-day; One of them is my age and the other two years older than me. When we got to their home, I remember that my aunt and cousins ran out of the house to welcome us with such joy and excitement.
After the first visit, my cousins and I went outside to play Hide & Seek. My older cousin was a seeker while everyone else was hiding. My aunt's house was in the forest. Her house was surrounded by mountains and trees on trees and elevated grasses.
In the Philippines there is a belief that most Duwende's [Dwarfs] He lives in the forest or in a place where there are a lot of trees. And if you cross their path, without saying “Tabi-tabi after nuno” (which means: pardon or sorry for little people), they will cast a bad spell. It all depends on Duwende you met with. Some are nice and some are bad. If you exceed the bad Duwende, he/she can throw death at you, some can give you warts all over your body and make you ugly and hideous, so people will be disgusting and do not want to be nearby.
Return to the game in hiding and search. My cousin was a seeker and everyone was hiding. I wanted to hide where my cousin couldn't find me. So I saw it is a very enormous tree, something that seemed like a hundred years. I found a petite hole around it and hid there. Without thinking and forgetting what my elders told me about Duwende, I forgot to say what we should say and hide on a tree for a long time. After what seemed hiding forever, I left the hole and returned to the place where my cousins were. They said they gave up looking for me because they didn't find me anywhere.
That evening before dinner I did not start to feel too good. I remember chills, a lot of travel to the bathroom vomiting, and then I can honestly say that I don't remember what else happened. But my dad and my aunt told me that I was practically in a decimal for 3 days. They said that in some cases I was hallucinatory. I sweated, laughed, cried, and sometimes I talk to someone before me, as if someone was there. But there was no one there. They even took me to a local hospital, but doctors could not tell my family what was wrong with me.
So my aunt asked her children what we did outside. My cousins told my dad and aunt that everything we did was played in hide & see. They said that I had not been long and that they could not find the place where I hid. My dad and my aunt knew then that maybe I was a victim of evil Duwende. They took me to Albularyo (witch doctor) to find out what's wrong with me. As my dad explained to me, he said that as soon as they brought me to the witch's house, the witch knew that I played or something bad was in my presence.
The witch lit a candle. I took the bathtub and poured around it in all or two water. Then it mixed a few drops of special oil from a plant with water. While chanting in a strange tongue, she took a lit candle and poured melted wax into the bathtub with water and oil. When she poured the wax, the figure began to form. My uncle said that the melted wax on the water formed a huge tree with a hole. Inside the hole there was a man (who was supposed to be me), and around me there was about 4 or 5 DUVENDE. Some people where they stand there, staring at me, and some looked like they were throwing something at me.
So the witch doctor advised my family to take me back where it was a enormous tree and said “Tabi-tabi after Nuno” and brought a few fruits to the victims. On the same day, my dad and my aunt took me to the tree and justified me from the wrong actions and brought a lot of fruit with them. I just remember that I woke up the next day without any memories of what happened to me!