vitalwholeness

How do I begin? I don’t normally dwell on the dark side – manifested evil, hauntings, possessions, et al. I just don’t. My focus is entirely elsewhere. Nevertheless, my life experience includes such diverse sharing with so many people, such a vast variety of human experience, that this dimension has presented itself to me along way, almost as a matter of course. Precisely because I wasn’t seeking it, the various phenomena I encountered usually surprised and frequently shocked me.

For me the most compelling stories have also come from people who were not looking for or seeking this kind of experience. They often had a one-off, a one-time experience rather than a repeating one. Though some did have repeating experiences.

I recently had a deep conversation with one of the most non-religious people I’ve ever met. Her only influence was a father who dabbled in astrology.

When she was a young teen she tragically lost an older brother in an accident. It shattered their already fragile family. And once, when a few of her friends were at the house with no one else around, they pulled out a Ouija Board, formed a circle around it, and started playing with the connections. She thought nothing more about it.

That night, when she was in her bed, before she fell asleep, the room became cold and a thick darkness entered and descended upon her, falling over her like a ton of bricks, pinning her to the bed. She could barely breathe. She couldn’t move. Though she had no experience with such things she knew that this was more evil than anything she had ever known.

Out of her terror she grabbed onto a phrase and began repeating it over and over again: “I am a child of God, I am a child of God, I am a child of God …” She repeated that for what seemed to be an eternity until the dark force lifted and left.

She said, “I’m not religious. I have no idea where those words came from. I never talk that way. Nobody around me talks that way. But the words just came into my mouth, like I knew them by heart.”

It never did happen again, she said. And she moved out of that room and never went back. She also stays several paces away from anything that even looks occultish. It’s too dark, powerful, menacing, and … real.

What was left with her was that one phrase, “I am a child of God.” It’s like it imprinted on her soul. She may not have her shit together and she may not be any more religious than before, but there is – a few words attached to a reality that placed itself between her and the crushing darkness with no name.