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Post by equabletramp743 on Jul 20, 2017 11:10:17 GMT -5
The Green Couch: Late at night I tossed and turned as I awakened from the weight on me. My mind raced as I fought my attacker off. He stood aright at the head of the green couch as I looked up at his legs, bald fist, arms, torso and when I came to his head the blood-curdling red eyes made me scream. The terror paralised my vocal cords and I cried in my head "Jesus save me!" The demon I now knew went up through the ceiling and I jumped off the green couch and turned on all the lights in the apartment and prayed the demon never return.
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Post by jane on Jul 20, 2017 17:28:37 GMT -5
Late at night I tossed and turned as I awakened from the weight on me. My mind raced as I fought my attacker off. He stood aright at the head of the green couch as I looked up at his legs, bald fist, arms, torso and when I came to his head the blood-curdling red eyes made me scream. The terror paralised my vocal cords and I cried in my head "Jesus save me!" The demon I now knew went up through the ceiling and I jumped off the green couch and turned on all the lights in the apartment and prayed the demon never return.
Did you see this entity more than once? What convinced you that it was a demon?
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Post by Sam on Jul 20, 2017 23:54:02 GMT -5
Late at night I tossed and turned as I awakened from the weight on me. My mind raced as I fought my attacker off. He stood aright at the head of the green couch as I looked up at his legs, bald fist, arms, torso and when I came to his head the blood-curdling red eyes made me scream. The terror paralised my vocal cords and I cried in my head "Jesus save me!" The demon I now knew went up through the ceiling and I jumped off the green couch and turned on all the lights in the apartment and prayed the demon never return. Did you read the article posted recently about the haunted couch in Waco, Texas? whatliesbeyond.boards.net/thread/7119/visit-waco-sit-haunted-couch
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Post by equabletramp743 on Jul 21, 2017 1:18:36 GMT -5
Sam, the demon flew up through the ceiling which was confirmation of the entity being super natural. Thank you for asking.
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Post by equabletramp743 on Jul 21, 2017 1:32:36 GMT -5
Deja'vu: Dreaming was fun when I was young as I often flew on the wings of an angel when I slept. When I began to have reoccuring experiences of deja'vu when I travelled to places like Mississippi and Illinois it seemed the dreams were not mere happenstance. Having never met my spouse I dreamed of my kids before they were born. At first I was afraid but now I feel I am where I'm supposed to be as my dreams assure me if I wonder what choice to make next.
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Post by jason on Jul 21, 2017 11:42:03 GMT -5
Dreaming was fun when I was young as I often flew on the wings of an angel when I slept. When I began to have reoccuring experiences of deja'vu when I travelled to places like Mississippi and Illinois it seemed the dreams were not mere happenstance. Having never met my spouse I dreamed of my kids before they were born. At first I was afraid but now I feel I am where I'm supposed to be as my dreams assure me if I wonder what choice to make next. So what sort of deja vu experiences did you have in Mississippi and Illinois? The two states don't have a whole lot in common.
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Post by equabletramp743 on Jul 23, 2017 4:54:52 GMT -5
The common thread between MS and IL was me being in both places. I had dreamed of being pursued by an entity that I first encountered in MS and yes it later reemerged in IL. Also my son and daughter were born in IL of whom I stated I dreamed of before having met their dad. Thanks for asking Jason.
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Post by equabletramp743 on Jul 23, 2017 5:05:12 GMT -5
Angel by the Riverside: As I waited at a bus stop enroute to work early one morning in 1996, an Angel larger than any man I had seen descended from the sky. It was a block away and was dazzling like lightning, its wings outstretched in a robe whiter than snow. As I gazed once it reached the top of a tall palm tree I no longer saw it. Dumbfounded I could not speak all day at work. Later I told my mom what I saw. She said she too had seen an Angel close by where I saw one down by the River side.
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Post by equabletramp743 on Jul 23, 2017 5:15:58 GMT -5
Hum of the Bees: Brenda gave me room and board in exchange for me caring for her stairstep toddlers while she worked one summer between break from her job as a school teacher. We met at church and a divorcee she was courted by a member from Church. Her piety was chilling as her dim home was often lit with candles. She shared God came to her room and His presence was like smoke. Her boyfriend seem to alter the mist to steam. One evening a sound of a swarm of bees in her home startled me. Then I SAW demons fly through her home. The fear made me grab my meager belongings and flee her home. Thereby never returning to her home nor the Church.
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Post by equabletramp743 on Jul 24, 2017 0:02:37 GMT -5
Hello Margaret: The caregiver rushed me through a list of menial duties a few weeks ago to occupy my fill-in shift. As she lined the broiler pan with foil for the kabob the knight in armor distracted me as he gazed at us in the foyer facing the kitchen in the multi-million dollar condo. When the desk clerk rang to tell Bonnie that Mrs. Bradley was waiting in the lobby my mind recalled a vision I'd had a long time ago in 1980, one night as I slept on my green couch. My first apartment was a small one-bedroom but whenever my boyfriend worked at night I preferred to sleep in the living room. This night I awoke to see a coffin in the front room. As I stared in shock a woman began to sit up in the box. To my horror it was Margaret, my mother! As I fainted, when I came to it was the next day. As the caregiver Bonnie and I took the elevator down 44 floors to wheel Marsha Bradley upstairs, having never met her before as soon as she saw me she said "Hello Margaret." An eerie chill went down my spine as I pushed her through the lobby to take her home.
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Post by equabletramp743 on Jul 25, 2017 0:03:47 GMT -5
The Guest House: As I made a beehive to introduce myself to the tall, slim man across the room a voice from beyond spoke "This is your husband". Without thinking I laughed and thought "Oh no, it ain't!" Larry was his name and he had moved from the midwest a couple years before. He was friendly too and invited me to church. Though I rarely went, I accepted his invite. When I told him God said he was my husband, he was pleased and got me an engagement ring. For many months we worked together, went to Church and dated. My mother didn't like Larry and after an argument I moved into his guest home. The pastor frowned on this and asked women members to open their home for me. To thank Larry for his hospitality I cleaned the small room. When I moved the bed a demon flew out from behind it! After my fright abated, I saw a library of porn was beneath it. The emotional trauma led me to return his ring and break off the engagement.
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Post by chris on Jul 25, 2017 2:01:38 GMT -5
Please don't take this the wrong way, but these posts would be more interesting and a lot easier to follow and comment on if you put them under just one heading and then used the Reply option to continue if you wanted to post something else. This one is continued from 'The Hum of the Bees'. I really like to read about people's personal paranormal experiences, but I like to read them in a sequence to see how they relate instead of one at a time.
Why do you think that you have so many paranormal experiences? Are you psychic?
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Post by markw on Jul 25, 2017 16:09:02 GMT -5
I also have no intent to criticize as many events in my life are just too odd for many to believe.. many will ask how can so many different physic or paranormal events happen to one person? I know what it means to not understand the things that happen and have struggled to put things into words for people to understand.. the emotions and literal hair-raising fear can cloud your memory of the event. But at the same time I prefer to read about real events as they happened, not prettied up like a fantasy novel by Nathaniel Hawthorne: "Her piety was chilling as her dim home was often lit with candles.. His presence was like smoke.. Her boyfriend seem to alter the mist to steam.. The fear made me grab my meager belongings and flee her home." These statements leave me looking elsewhere for the answers I seek to what happened to me. I stopped telling my story as the events after the last part I wrote.. part 4?.. were of another level that I have not heard of anywhere outside of movies and some books.. involving possession and other events, so I understand completely that some things are beyond the norm and are very hard to explain. And I do not want to be doubted or criticized like I am a fake or a liar as I am sure you do not want to be either. Please tell your events as they happened and then others that maybe have been in that same place can discuss it with you.
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Post by equabletramp743 on Jul 26, 2017 15:37:18 GMT -5
What the Hell: As the sound of footsteps coming to the bedroom aroused me to sit up, I expected to see my spouse wondering why he returned so soon from leaving this morning to work. Under the threshold of the door stood someone in black garb, a hooded cape lined with purple and knee-high boots. I looked at the face but the hood seemed to cloak it from being distinguishable. From the blackness the entity bore through my soul an eternity of hatred. Though I had never known before I saw the entity before me was Satan, Prince of darkness. Then in a moment a dome surrounded me and I knew he was powerless to harm me. We stared a few brief moments til he turned to walk away. The only sound he made was the footsteps of the knee-high boots he wore.
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Post by jane on Jul 26, 2017 17:28:26 GMT -5
As the sound of footsteps coming to the bedroom aroused me to sit up, I expected to see my spouse wondering why he returned so soon from leaving this morning to work. Under the threshold of the door stood someone in black garb, a hooded cape lined with purple and knee-high boots. I looked at the face but the hood seemed to cloak it from being distinguishable. From the blackness the entity bore through my soul an eternity of hatred. Though I had never known before I saw the entity before me was Satan, Prince of darkness. Then in a moment a dome surrounded me and I knew he was powerless to harn me. We stared a few brief moments til he turned to walk away. The only sound he made was the footsteps of the knee-high boots he wore.
Why do you perceive so many of your experiences to be Satanic or demonic? I've never seen, felt or heard anything that I thought was in any way connected to demons or the devil.
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