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Post by markw on May 11, 2017 16:23:41 GMT -5
Sue (this ghost or whatever she is) used to be visible only in mirrors or windows, like a reflection, but you could not see her outside of the mirror. It was usually so fast, just there for a second or two, that you really didn't notice if she was a 3D form or not, and I never thought about it. When she was in our rocking chair in the bedroom she looked solid, but it wasn't lit well and was only there for a second or two. There was a little girl that saw her in Germany, my sister and cousin saw her at other times when I wasn't there, this friend that was with me, and later on (I haven't gotten past 2011 yet on here) other people saw her. My girls, now 16 and 20 years old, have never seen her that I know of, but they used to complain about the games she plays at times (moving things, making noise, playing with the tv, phones, or lights), and one time when they closed themselves in their room and whatever was in the hall was shaking the door knob trying to get in - another event not yet told on here. But I don't think they have seen her in solid form or they would have said so. When they were younger I never said anything like that Sue had been in my dreams or that I had seen her in Israel or Germany or in other places, and once I learned how I 'cleaned' the house many times to try to keep Sue and any others out. I didn't want the girls to think about her or worry; kids are easily impressionable and I didn't want them dreaming of scary things or being afraid to be in the house. Once I was able to rid the house of her, the noises and the rest stopped and time went by, they were fine and only occasionally bring up the subject. Now they have boyfriends and other things to think about so I don't ask them. I call Sue a ghost because I don't know what else to call her. I've seen her as a dark shadow low in the corner of the room, or she is invisible while moving things or when she walked right through me, as a reflection as I've mentioned, as anyone else in my dreams apparently solid, and at times solid and either blinking out (there and then not there in an instant) or fading out to transparent and then gone, or she just walks behind something and doesn't come out the other side. If it is true that ghosts are not able to look so solid.. maybe she is not a ghost but something else.
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Post by markw on Jul 25, 2017 17:31:44 GMT -5
I took a break from sharing the next part of my story for a few reasons. The level of intensity and the things that happened were hard for me to deal with, then as well as now. I had a hard time deciding to put this out there, knowing people will not understand and probably just straight doubt everything I say. Bumps in the night, glasses moving, cold spots, shadows.. minor inconveniences that looking back were calm events compared. As I mentioned in a post after Part 4, the type of events changed after the 18 year absence between 1992 and 2010. At least in part. She did still come into my dreams and helped me, and she also came into my dreams at times trying to seduce me. But she had become stronger. Much stronger. She was mischievous in public when prior it was only in my home. She appeared in physical form that others saw. Then she started and held conversations with me; I am not sure if sometimes I was sleeping or not, others for sure I was not. It’s hard to explain. After I saw her in the hotel bar that night, she came to me in what I think was a dream. The problem was that when I woke up, my notebook was out and everything she said plus some of my comments after were written down in my handwriting, like I had been awake and she was there with me for real. This is from my diary (I added in the “dream, reality.. when I woke up.. afterwards): ----------- 10 Jan 2011, Beersheva, Israel Dream? Reality? Mixed? When I woke up this was written on paper in my handwriting:
“ Write this so you remember, tell my story if you must, keep it to yourself if you must, care for me, love me, if you can. You think you made it, that telling her about the danger has stopped it from happening.. Believe me, my love, when I tell you that it is not over. There are those that want your children, the ones you love more than anything. Just like they tried to get you many times when you were younger, but we stopped them. If they cannot have the older one, they will take the younger, or your wife, but they will not stop trying to get the one. And they will have her unless you are lucky. They influence so many, some that have been very close to her, some she likes or are her friends, and others she doesn’t know yet – they don’t exist to her - but they are waiting until the time is right. If she is not pure of heart, if she doesn’t stay vigilant, if she forgets the warnings you gave or does not heed those you give in the future – like the one you gave her this past summer – they will win. Maybe this year, next summer, next year at the latest – they will lay temptation at her door and she will walk through it. Like Eve she will follow the serpent to damnation. It is not clear that they will do as they had planned, I think not, but now the dark ones have clouded their ways. It may be that she will turn against you, or they will turn her into what you despise most: the whore that will break your heart and will, that will push you over the edge you have been riding.
Do you realize that there are very few true lights left? Most of the world has darkened and the word is ignored. Your light was also dimmed for some time, both by the dark one and by me, but it never went out. He hates that, but has forgotten you for a long time. He tempted you when you were weak many years ago with real flesh, and you came through without shame or sin, even though your wife does not believe it. It was then my job to tempt you, and again you were strong. I had to trap you in your dreams to get you to bend to me, to get you to give me what I wanted, what I needed, what he thought would be your end. But then the true one came forth, and light came into our boy, the dark one’s attention followed - leaving you safe. For years you have been forgotten. But then your dark thoughts, thoughts of despair, hatred, anger, temptations and doubt, thoughts of suicide, strangely mixed with pure happiness – you do not know how bright that shines nowadays – but he noticed both the dark and the light. I told you his plans, what was going to happen if not changed. You believed, she listened, and destiny was delayed. Not stopped, just delayed. As long as he wants you, yours are in danger. I have come to you twice this year, now thrice, and he has taken note.. he knows what we did so long ago. If he cannot corrupt you he will corrupt her. Our child soars with the angels, and he wishes to take yours to hell with him in return – and get you to go along for the ride.
When you were young you called me from the darkness. I have walked the earth since and have experienced many things. I see much darkness in the hearts and minds of men; so much greed, hate, envy, gluttony, complete loss of morals, no respect for others or the laws of light. The dark one has his hands in the hearts of most people, especially the young through everything they see and hear, causing the blatant destruction of all of god’s laws through the many temptations of flesh and false love, the need to impress others, to have, to lie, to cheat, steal, even kill. But I want to walk in the sun. I want the world to see how wrong they are, that they are all doomed unless they too can open their eyes. Do not get me wrong, I am not an angel. Not in His eyes, not yet, probably never. But I do not like the way the world is, how many ‘free’ people act, but that does not make me a saint either. You know me better than that. I terrorized you and those you love. I haunted your house and your dreams, and I had fun scaring you. Then I walked through you and felt your heat, I felt your soul, and I was lost……. I cannot love, at least I don’t think so, but if I can – I have loved you since that night we stood together. Time means nothing to me in the sense that I have all the time I want, but eternity is a long time – and it feels like an eternity since the night I finally had my way in your dreams. I relished that night, gloated in my success, but then when I saw our son shine.. and realized what I may have done. I prayed that I had not damned you, that your response to me would not be seen as adultery, a sin, a path taking you to hell itself. You still shine my love, so I think you are fine in His eyes.
I have spoken enough, as you have always suspected it is not easy to maintain a physical form or create sounds that can be heard on your side, and I do not have the energy to keep going. I will come back soon. It takes less energy to use someone, to sort of enter them, and I may be able to stay longer. Someday I will stand toe to toe with you and be able to touch your hand on that side of the curtain.
Love me if you can… Clean the house again… (THESE WERE NOT CLEAR)
WOW! She faded out. Need to rest my hand.
She’s was here sitting right in front of me and told me to write her words. She spoke slow enough, even repeated phrases so I could catch them. She was not really solid, sort of like a shadow that cleared to near perfection and then faded. I have shared time and space with her, shared dreamscapes with her, but this was so different. She was nice, soft-spoken (even if her accent was odd). I wrote you and your, while she said ye, thy, thine, etc.. She looks exactly like the first time! Still 25 years old or so – exactly as she was 35 years ago. The last two phrases weren’t clear. I’m pretty sure of the first, the second may not be right.” -------- I woke up at 0500 & thought this had been a dream.. but the pages are here. I’m losing it, had to have done this in my sleep somehow, but I did dream this!! Do I tell Sherry, or will she freak? I don’t want to scare her.. she says she is seeing a shadow, and someone walking on the stairs.. need to exorcize the house again (CLEAN THE HOUSE AGAIN??). ------------------
Now, I’m looking back on this 6 ½ years later. My daughter is still here and fine, nothing too bad has happened yet. She did meet up with her current boyfriend/now fiancé a year later, and then there was a physical attack against both of my daughters in the house about a year and a half later They were not touched however, just scared, and in the end they were fine. I’ll get to that event eventually. Her speech seems like a pep talk to get me out of the rut I was in at the time, to get me away from straying. I have to be honest that I was thinking about the many temptations the world presents, especially a man out on his own in various countries, and her words did get me to think about the consequences. She has spoken in my dreams before, but never like this. I left some things in that I am not willing to discuss, but did not want to edit anything from the notebook pages that I found that morning.
The next night I was in my room at a hotel in Tel Aviv and she came back. One of the questions is in relation to an event at home in Italy in November 2010 that I wrote about in Part 4. My wife was upstairs and saw our oldest daughter walk into the bathroom. 15-20 minutes later she wondered what our daughter was doing and knocked on the door and the room was empty. My daughter was not even home at the time. 'M' is me and 'S' is Sue. "Cleaning the house" is about a method Sue taught me the year before to keep ghosts and spirits out of the house
From my diary: --------------------- Jan 2011 The next night.. Tel Aviv, Israel I had just got back into the room after dinner and was on the bed watching TV when I heard noises in the bathroom. The usual response; hair on me arms rise, feel panic.. Me: Who is there? Sue: I came to see you, to hear you. M: Can you come out, or shall I come there? S: No, stay where you are and we can talk. M: Can I ask you questions? S: Okay, but I may not answer. M: Who are you? S: No. M: You can’t answer, or you don’t know? S: Just no, ask something else. M: Was that you in my house that my wife saw? S: No, it was the other. M: Who? S: It can look like anyone or anything.. shapeshifter.. it took your daughter’s shape, it sometimes takes my shape. M: Can I tell the difference? S: No. Not even you up close. Maybe if you get it to talk. M: How do I know this is ‘you’? S: You don’t. It lies. I do too but not always. M: Can I stop it? S: Clean the house better, you did it once. M: Will this stop you too? S: Yes. It stops all of us, do it better. You need to believe it works, and you don’t. M: Will it keep us safe? S: No – but at least they can’t come in the house. It will keep them out of your dreams too, and those of everyone else in the house. This is important. Pray well and pray often, keep the word in your heart and they have no sway over you. M: And you… S: Yes, I will be blocked from your home too, and your dreams. I will find you here, or elsewhere when you travel. I will contact you somehow, and someday I will have flesh and knock on the door to your room. M: Are my daughters safe? Or will they be after I clean the house? S: In the house, yes.. but even then only if they chose to be. The word must be in them as well or it matters not. Nothing can bother them in the house unless they call it or through their deeds and thoughts cancel your prayers. Always remember: free will.. if one chooses to break the laws of light, that one allows the dark one in to their lives. M: Is there anything I can do to make things ‘right / normal’? S: This is normal. The battle occurs everywhere, it’s only that you know of it because of me. You cannot change the past, your thoughts and deeds led you down your path. You made mistakes, and like most humans no one warned you of the dangers. The thoughts and deeds of your children will lead them down their own paths. Warn them of the dangers and it may help. M: Why do you come at night but not in the day? S: As I have said before, the light is for those of the light, not those of the dark. Those that have passed or were never alive are not of the light and cannot stand in its glory. There are those that can, but not many and not for long. M: You said I can tell your story, you mean our story? How I called you, the hauntings, the things that happened over the years? Is there more you can give me – your real story, who you really are/were? S: Yes, our story. Maybe someday I can tell you mine. M: What do you want from me? S: Good question. M: Sue, what do you want? No answer M: Are you there? No answer I get up and after a few moments walk into the bathroom. No one is there and she doesn’t come back that trip. ----------------- So there is another that came into the house, at least that is what she wants me to believe. Her statement: “ you, like most humans “ could mean that maybe she never was human, or was just a way of saying all humans that included herself. Not much help, I need to write down all the questions I have so next time I won’t just panic and forget the important things. She won’t say what she is though, or who.
The next day I went back to Italy.
Next day, January 2011, Vicenza I prayed as often and as deep as I could. I prayed over the water, oil and sand that I still had, asking the lord to change the mixture into the blood of Christ. I then went room to room, starting in my room and working my way through every space in the house, placing water on every door, every window, every wall, every ceiling, every floor, and saying the necessary prayers to keep spirits and demons out. Once the house was done, I did it again.
Late August 2011, Vicenza Dream Dreamed of walking in a fog, lost, nothing to see in any direction. No lights, no shadows, just fog. Then a voice, “ this way”, “closer”, “come on, follow me”. The voice was hers, a deep, husky voice with a taste of Scottish-like accent to it, but just barely – Sue back in my dreams somehow. I walked towards where I thought the voice was coming from.. “Keep coming my love, in just a few days you will be near and we will be together.” I woke up.
Sep 5 2011, Beersheva, Israel Real Event – possible dream She came to me in the body of the maid that had helped me when I was here with a broken hand last year. I thought it was just the maid at first, seeing how I was doing so I opened the door. She just stood there & I was confused at first, didn’t know if I should ask her in or what to say to her. Her words changed all that: “Hey babe, we’re out of the fog finally”. The real maid barely spoke English & for sure not in this manner.. this was Sue, no doubt. I shut the door in her face, and she begged me to let her in; “Please Mark, this is not easy for me, let me in this once. We must talk.” I told her she could come into my hotel room, never my house, and opened the door. She (the maid) came in and sat on the chair next to the bed, I sat on the bed, and she kept touching everything around her. We talked for a few about what she was feeling, the sensations of touch and taste that a human feels.. but what was scary – exciting? – was that this made me wonder who had really helped me the year before, the maid or her possessed by Sue? Here she was sitting right in front of me, this was real, no way a dream as I hadn’t even come close to laying down yet, her sitting in a chair in front of me while I sat on the bed. She kept reaching out and touching my knee, my hand, my face.. & smiling. I wanted to flinch, to pull back but I was too scared to move. Not scared like this was a monster in front of me or something bad/evil, but that this was a beautiful woman in my room that was getting pleasure by touching me.. I was so confused by this, even more so by the thought that this was a ghost that was doing it. I tried to be calm and asked her what she wanted, why she was possessing the maid to get to me. She stopped and looked at me for a moment or two, then sighed. “Guess I should come right out and tell you. I want to feel loved, to feel that I am cared for, at least for a day – even for just a few hours. I want to feel your hands on me, your arms around me, I want to see and feel that you care for me – ME. Is that so bad? I’ve scared so many for so long, like I used to with you. I know your still scared, but it’s not horror with you anymore, you’re not revolted by me, you are just afraid of caring for me as a woman. You don’t close your mind to me anymore, in fact you even invite me in. I’ve seen you grow from the scared and wild boy that called me from the dark, through some fun and some nasty times, & now into a man that is really at peace with himself. You are wonderful and with heart, a real heart. You care about things, about people. Your love for your oldest girl is so strong – pure. And your young one, love me half as much as you love her.. I want just a piece of that. To experience a hug with love like you give to her, like she gives to you ~ I’d sell my soul.” I asked her if what she had said back in January was still true, that they (whoever ‘they’ were) were after my soul, and would bring harm to my daughters as punishment to me. She answered somewhat oddly.. “They wish to take an offspring of yours, but I will do anything I can to save those that you love so much. As long as they do not turn to the dark one, and stay in the light, the two that stay with you now are safe.” She wouldn’t answer anything else about it. I asked her if she could come alone, without the girl she was in, like she did in the hotel bar when I took her picture.. and she asked me why. I said that as it was when I looked at her now I saw the maid, not her. If I tried to touch her, I was touching the maid, not her. I told her that I would hold her, I would hug her, but it had to be her and not someone she was using like clothes. She agreed but said she didn’t know if she could feel anything at all in her true form. But when she was in someone as she was now – she really felt things. “ But you will hold me… Mark that is..” A tear ran down her cheek and she looked at me. The poor girl, I felt so sorry for her, but what could I do? What was right? I brought her into this world so many years ago just trying to impress my cousin, and here it is 36 years later and I still don’t know what to do about it. She smiled and said; “you do care”. And then her eyes sort of blinked / twitched and she shook her head. She stood up quickly, looked at me, and ran off a stream of Hebrew. I held my hands out, sat her back down, and calmly told her that everything was okay, that I had found her walking, dizzy, head spinning, and sat her down.. “Are you okay?” She said “Yes, thank you sir” and tried to stand up. Her eyes rolled and she sat back down. “My head move, but I am okay fine, please help”. I helped her up, in just a moment she was steady and herself again, and she left the room.
WOW!!! Possession!! Sue had possessed her and talked to me like a real person. Not in a dream, but for real. God where is this going?
After I wrote everything in my diary I laid down and watched some soccer. I think I was just starting to nod off when a shadow passed in front of the TV. I sat up & the shadow was in the corner – at least towards the corner of the room. It flowed/moved back and forth for a second or two & then faded away. And the TV went off. I don’t know how I didn’t scream it shocked me so bad, raising the hair on my arms and a chill down my back. I was just reaching for the remote when the TV came back on. I tried to remain calm but it was hard. I said something like, “ Sue, it’s okay. Be calm. I know you are here and you can stay. Don’t be mad if you cannot be solid right now. Just lay with me, sleep with me, stay with me, watch over me while I sleep. Maybe later you will have more strength.” I lay back down and turned the lights and TV off. After a bit I dozed off. I woke up a short time later because it was so cold. I pulled up the blanket & covered up, and immediately felt a weight come off the bed. I could barely see anything in the room it was so dark, but I could see the curtains/drapes move by the window for a moment. That stopped and for a second there was silence. Then the door to the bathroom opened and something fell on the floor in there. I asked her to stop & come talk to me. Nothing. Then I felt someone get into bed, but still it was too dark to see anything. I started to reach for the light when her familiar voice said, “no light.. if you wish to sleep I will follow you there, if you wish to stay awake, I am here too.” In that same husky, wonderfully haunting, voice. I tried to relax but my heart was beating like a thousand beats a minute. Through the blanket I felt a hand, it rested on my shoulder. Things got out of hand, but I won’t go into any details. Eventually she hugged me tight.. and then she was gone, disappeared. I got up and went into the bathroom. I found my razor on the floor, guess that was what she had knocked down. Back in the bedroom I turned on the light, the bed was a disaster, but there was no sign of her. I lay down and stared at the ceiling for a moment and then got out my dairy & wrote this down. I need to get to sleep as I need to get up to go to work early.. What happened to the time? The maid came in right after dinner, maybe 9:30, now its 3AM.. What happened to the time?
6 & 7 Sept nothing 8 Sept 2011 Beersheva Real Event Short, quick, but she was here again. I was sitting at the bar in Black’s with Natanya (The ex-girlfriend of a friend of mine) just having a beer & talking. At a certain point her eyes pinched shut for a second then opened, she looked confused and reached her hand out and placed in on my arm, rubbing for a moment and then moved it to my leg. She looked stiff & confused.. leaned into me and kissed me on the lips.. her eyes were scared though. She leaned back & pinched her eyes shut again.. She immediately stammered an apology & started to get up. I stopped her and told her that it was okay, the kiss was unexpected but that was it, we were just friends and a small kiss didn’t change anything. I asked her why she was leaving, and she said; “ I don’t know why I kissed you, or why I touched you, but I couldn’t stop it either.. it was like I was just sitting there watching… I have to go, I am so sorry Mark, I really didn’t mean to do that.” I grabbed her hands & coaxed her back into her chair, telling her to relax. We had to discuss this at some point or never see each other again.. there would always be this in the middle no matter what. I suspected maybe Sue had a hand in this so I asked her what she had felt.. “a cold pin in the back of my head, like a pointed ice cube, and then I was just there watching what my body did. Watching it move but not moving it, I couldn’t stop it.” I held her hand and asked her if she wanted to know what had done it.. “You know? Yes, I want to know.” We moved to a private table and ordered another beer, and then I told her the story of Sue. Throughout the story there was belief, non-belief, wonder, worry, fear, sorrow, anger, tenderness, in her eyes as the story went on. I told her everything, everything.. (not all the details of every event but enough so she got the heart and emotions of it). When I was done she sat there and then all she could say was that she was scared, not so much for herself since as soon as she walked away from me there was no danger to her, but for me. She held me tight & I held her, like brother/sister good friends that had been through something together. Then all of the sudden she grabbed me and kissed me hard. Then she pulled back and smiled. “That was me, not your damned ghost! Be done with her Mark, one way or another. She wanted to screw you and she did.,. what else can she want?” I had no answer for that. To change the subject we talked about politics, government, business, housing, costs, etc.. but after a bit we stopped and looked at each other for a minute… and burst out laughing. When we could stop she asked what I thought about Sue, what were my feelings.. I had never stopped to think about it really. I told Natanya what I thought. I had been scared by her and of her for a long time, was in awe of her, in wonder when she came as well as afraid. But when she was in my dreams she was different, she was like a friend that wanted to help. She saved my life more than once so she obviously cared. She had seduced me a long time ago in a dream (or was it real?) and has shown that she really cares. She told me how to clean the house, to keep spirits out which included herself! She cares for me and for my family. I have felt her anger and it burns. I have felt her passion & it burns even hotter. She cried when she realized that I do care, that I don’t hate her, and she has touched my heart. And I did not back away in fear or disgust when she came to my bed. I do care for her, but not as much as I do for my family. I feel sorry for her, for her situation, and because I think of her as a sort of (a strange sort of) friend/lover.. I want to help her. Natanya and I talked for quite a while, had a few beers, laughed, told stories, and sat in wonder as a glass slid across the next table with no one touching it, and I held her hand when it stopped.. when nothing else happened I let go.. she was still shaking though so we paid and walked out. We walked around the outdoor mall for a bit, window shopping and chatting about anything that came up, until she was calm again. I apologized for her being witness to this, thanked her for listening to me, and again apologized for Sue’s actions earlier. I held her in my arms and soothed her as best I could. She said that she was okay, that she had never had such a wild & fun time before. Yes she was still scared, but hoped that Sue would see her as a friend if anything at all, and not as an enemy or competition. I hope so too, and I think Sue will leave her alone. I hailed a taxi and kissed her goodnight (on both cheeks as is custom among friends in Israel) & left for my hotel.
9 Sept 2011 Tel Aviv Real Event SMS early from Natanya: “She likes you and wants you my love, but knows that you are a friend only.” Right after that another SMS: “She is safe, nice. do not worry, I will not bother her.” After an hour I called Natanya & asked her if she had sent any messages. She didn’t remember any, but would look. She called me back after a few minutes and said there were two sent messages.. but she hadn’t sent them? She read them to me.. pausing during the first one (guess from the “She wants you”) but then seemed happy. “I guess she likes me, that’s good!” I apologized again for the situation and wished her well… “See you on your next trip Mark, we must talk again.”
It's getting late here.. I'll add the rest of 2011 tomorrow.
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