This email was sent to me about several months ago, the blogger did not say I could share it, and so after the post I posted yesterday on this very same topic, I emailed him and I asked if I could share, because I wanted to open the eyes of people about these entities, the gentleman gave me the go ahead, and so here is his and several more stories on incubus succubus, sexual malevolent demons, who are let loose upon the earth, and doing a lot of damage through the act of sex.
Oonuh si how de image uppa top trong and muscle up wid de lickle peice ah brief itch up inna him kaka hole an ah carry off de people dem gal pickney fi guh ruxx har off inna miggle night, de poor gal still ah sleep, ole rapist!! I waan invent a spiritual knife fi sell fi oonuh stab out dem spiritual claat!
Email from Anonymous; Note: There were some grammatical errors in the email, so I fixed them up for your clearer understanding)
Hello Obara Meji my name is Mark (not his real name). I have been reading your blog since April 2011 and I must say that your writing is very engaging and informative, I am proud that you are a fellow Jamaican. You relay your stories in such a manner that the reader, I sure not only me feels as if you have either written the story for them or that your are speaking to them and I must tell you that is truly talent.
There is a story you did on Incubus Succubus and when you described them as sexual demons, I took notice because I too have experienced this. As a matter of fact Obara I am sure I have. You see Obara I am a gay man. I am a Jamaican man, and this happened while I lived there. I did not face any discrimination while I lived there, but then again, I was not the flamboyant gay person, I was quiet and a church goer.
I remember the day very clearly I was in school, primary school, this is Kingston Jamaica. I was eight years old. I sat in class and a fallen angel came down and walked right into me. A fallen angel is how I describe it and it is what I called it until I read your blog about incubus succubus and saw that they are the same thing.
My mother is a revival woman and we use to visit a revival church on Spanish Town road this is where I learned the word fallen angel, I am telling you this because I and my family feel that this is where I attracted the fallen angel, the madda woman was a lesbian and not much people knew it, and so I have seen where you have written about this type of things in revival and you speak the truth. Also a lot of men who attended the church married or living with girlfriends and having children were also gay. I believe this is where I was exposed to that energy
Since that fateful day in school when the fallen angel came down on me, I have never been the same. Let me tell you what happened the day. I was in class, prior to this I have never been fascinated with the opposite sex or even thought of sex, I was a child, marble and money foot ball was mi thing. I remember feeling very hot. Jamaica is a hot place,but the heat that day was intense. I was sweating and I remember thinking that I could not wait for lunch time. Lunch time never came for me. I saw a shadowed figure, no form of face come before me and it stood there and I could not hear anything all noise was drowned out from my hearing, and I remember crying out as the figure entered my body, I saw and felt when it entered. I fainted and the next thing I remember was waking up on the ground with the teachers and students fanning me.
Since that day Obara my life changed, at that young tender age I began to be attracted to men, I will spare you my thoughts. I did not and still do not want to or feel like a woman, I am a man and I did not want to change that. I just saw girls as disgusting, so much that I hated lesbians, because of what they are attracted to. The female part which my own mother gave birth to me from, I hated it and thought it disgusting, what nonsense it that?
Obara I will tell you that the lifestyle as a gay man is not a nice one, for me at least, I cannot tell you that I am proud. While in Jamaica I was very promiscuous and I will not tell you all the dirty details of my life but most of my lovers were men old enough to be my father and it was even one of them who came to Jamaica and adopted me and sent for me as his son. Though my family accepted me although I am sure they were disappointed, I am extremely handsome and so they thought it a waste. My mother has faulted herself as she and my sisters discussed the fact that I pick up a dirty spirit from offa madda grung. She was the one who told me that ah fallen angel possess me, but I am sure of her love. She has since passed away. I have calmed my promiscuous ways Obara, those were my younger years, I am now forty two years old, and I am in church,but the urge for men is still there and the feeling of disgust for the female anatomy is still there. I am ashamed that I am gay, but the desires I have for men makes it impossible for me to consider a woman, and each time I am with a man, after the act is over, I am heavily embarrassed.
Could you do an extensive post on these entities and how they can affect people and the outcome of their lives? I believe that it is them that brought abut so many sex diseases, and we need to talk about them and let people know that they are real. Thank you Obara, I impatiently await you response, God Bless you.
Here are some stories found on the internet;
When I was younger, I wasn’t inclined towards the spiritual. I drank and smoked and slept around a lot. Somehow during these youthful indiscretions, I attracted something to me. It all started three years ago. I was lying in my bed taking a mid-day nap and I was wide awake. Suddenly I felt something crawl up my leg. It began to perform what felt like oral sex on me. It felt like static electricity. Like what you would imagine a ghost would feel like. I regret it now, but I kind of went with it for a minute. I didn’t really believe it was happening frankly. Then I felt something in my mouth and my tongue began to go dramatically up and down, left and right. It was like I was giving oral sex to an invisible female. This immediately freaked me out and I got up right away and stopped the session except it wasn’t done with me.
It started happening all day long. It started happening every night. I couldn’t sleep at all. I lost my job. I begged it to stop, but it wouldn’t stop. I started going to church again in hopes to get rid of it. I talked to the priest and though I’m not sure he believed me, he tried to help. He said a few prayers and came to the apartment to do a cleansing. Nothing happened. It just kept on having sex with me. I started going to church every week. I was convinced I could get rid of it with God’s help.
Eventually I started trying to communicate with it through EVPs. I started to record some things that freaked me out. I heard it say things like “Beelzebub” and other sexual and satanic things. Then I started hearing the same voice from my EVPs whispering in my room. This scared the crap out of me and I decided to seek medical help. I went to the hospital and told them what had been happening and they put me in the psychiatric ward. I was there for a few days and put on anti-psych. Also, during all this I had been drinking every day because that was the only thing that helped with sexual touches. Drinking made them go away. So I had to be taken off alcohol in the hospital too. When I finally got out three days later, the attacks stopped.
I smoked weed once during this time and had a particularly intense attack. So I decided to avoid that from then on. But otherwise life started to return to normal for me. But then it started up again. It hasn’t stopped since then. I’ve changed medications, gone back to the hospital. Sought out spiritual help, but nothing has worked. It’s threatened to kill me at times, if I don’t have sex with it. But I fight and refuse to give in.
I’ve learned some ways to lessen the sensations, but they don’t work every night. I thought recently I heard the voice of my deceased father in my room. He told me “Jesus was with me. But you need to make some changes in your life.” So I’ve been doing that to the best of my ability and seeking out someone who can successfully give me deliverance. Until that day, I will continue to fight against what I consider a demon.
My story happened a few months ago and, so far, has not repeated. I am a 39 year old single female and I live alone. Prior to this experience, I would occasionally wake up remembering an extremely intense sexual dream. The dreams were always the same; I was having sex with someone that was familiar and comfortable to me, yet I couldn’t place who it was. I remembered nothing besides the physical sensations, pitch black darkness and a voice. He never spoke to me, but I could hear breathing and moaning. The sexual experience was extremely intense and I always woke feeling satisfied and, physically, as if I had just had sex.
On this particular morning, I had to get up earlier than usual and my alarm was set. I was in a dream like the one I described above when the alarm went off. I remember thinking “Nooo!” I didn’t want to stop. Everything was pitch black. But, as the sound of the alarm started to bring me back to consciousness, I realized that the darkness was because I was staring into a pair of pitch black eyes that were only inches from my face. It was as if the eyes had been holding me in a trance that I was now waking from. I could see the whites of his eyes, but no further. The entire iris was black, as if the pupil covered it entirely. At the same time the pleasant moaning voice I heard, turned to sort of a deep, throaty growl. I broke my gaze and tried to look at the rest of his face. At this point, it was as if he realized that I was no longer in the trance and he pushed back away from me. He was still inside me, but I could now see his entire upper torso.
He made a ” uuhhhuuuhhh” noise, as if he were frustrated that we were interrupted. His voice sounded sort of like a demon in a movie, but not exactly. I had never heard anything quite like it.
He reminded me a little of Hugh Jackman as Wolverine. He had shaggy looking, very thick black hair. His beard is what looked like Wolverine, except it went up really high on his cheekbones, just below his eyes. He had a very cut, muscular body that was covered in sparse black hair. But it wasn’t like regular body hair. It was straight black hairs that all appeared to be about 2 to 3 inches long. It thickened a little on his chest, but he even had these long, sparse hairs on his stomach and upper arms.
Other than the strange sounding growl, the one thing about him that really scared me was his teeth. He had extremely long canine teeth on both the top and bottom. They looked sort of like cat teeth. The proportions of those four teeth were about the same as if a cat’s head were the size of a human. I wondered how he could close his mouth. I found myself very frightened that he was going to bite me.
He lowered his head a little and leaned in towards me, looking at my eyes as if he was trying to reestablish the “trance” that I had been under. But, the alarm finally pulled me away and I woke up completely. The entire episode took place in only a few seconds and I could hear the alarm the entire time. It could have been a dream, but was extremely vivid and didn’t have a dream like quality. I felt as if I were fully awake and actually seeing this “man” in front of me. And, again, I felt as if I had just physically had sex.
So, the next day I began researching this sort of thing on the internet. I came across other stories about incubus. Several of these stories mentioned a sensation sort of like a large cat jumping on the bed and walking around that accompanied the incubus visits. After reading this, I felt I could no longer dismiss my experience as a dream because I had been experiencing this exact same sensation for some time, but had dismissed it as my imagination.
I slept on the sofa for about a week after the experience, but eventually started sleeping in the bedroom again. I have not had any other experiences since. I haven’t even had the sex dreams. I didn’t experience the bed jumping and walking for a while, but that has recently started to occur again. Should I be worried that he’ll return?
This is the strangest thing to date that has happened to me. There are things I might mention that may sound strange but just read my story as it has a great ending. At age 11 I’d started my menses and even for young girls it never came every month or lasted very long but within that year mine came and lasted 30 days, sometimes longer.
My mother took me to doctors upon doctors that gave me things that worked for a while, even birth control pills, but then after awhile they all stopped working. It was the worst, as a young girl I felt like I was so different from other girls. So I learned to live with it but then soon after I wasn’t sleeping, would wake up naked and not remember taking my clothing off. I’d be sweaty and feel like I’d had sex or like something had gone on ‘below’. This went on from the age of 11-24. I married when I was 23 and wanted children but was told that based on my history that it would be very difficult to get pregnant.
So my oldest sons grandmother took me to see a Babbalou (Santeria Priest) and he told me that a demon/spirit was having sex with me. I couldn’t believe this. He explained in detail (can’t remember all the details)…He said he’d come to my home and get this demon/spirit out of there. He also had me do some things which involved a glass, vinegar and putting this concoction under my bed for 1 week. I was in disbelief… But upon the ending of that week I had not felt the sensations/feeling I’d had every night for years. Then within 2 weeks of that I’d become pregnant with my first son. I now have 5 children and have never had another contact with that spirit.
I’ve had night terrors where I was half awake with my ear ringing, being unable to hear, while seeing a grey shadow above me choking me or sleeping on me ever since I was 13 through 23 years old. But on this one occasion, a really weird thing happened to me.
I was around 17 and I was half awake. I was paralyzed in my bed just looking up into the ceiling in the dark when something thrusted me from my behind. I told the entity in my mind, “I’m not sure what you are, but please just finish up and leave and never come back.” After 3 minutes of being sexually raped by the entity, it left.
I was very sore the next day. I knew what happened, but I was in denial about it for years and ignored the incident. I haven’t looked back on it until last year.
I told my girlfriend about when we were talking about ghost and entities. She just laughed at me, so I haven’t spoken to anyone about this again, that is close to me.
I never thought this type of thing could occur in this world, but I was dead wrong. It just looked like a cloud of grey of almost a human figure but has no face.
Some other weird things have been happening which started this year. I keep seeing a black cat in my house. Some of my stuff I use is being hidden in weird spots. While typing this story, right now my body feels like I have goose bumps, but I don’t see any goose bumps on me. It also feels cold in my room right now. My right ear feels like someone is flicking it.
If there is anyone out there that is a rape victim in the spirit world, let me know so I don’t feel all alone in this.
Here is the link to the site, the stories are plenty read them here if you wish;
Ààrò tó bá tutù ladìyẹ ńyé sí. /
It’s only in a cold hearth that a hen can dare lay its eggs…..Yoruba Proverbs!
[We experience whatever we make room for]
All religion are valid as long as it teaches peace and love…. Obara Meji!
There are no disappointments in life, only lessons learned!….Obara Meji
Obara Meji is a spiritualist, Ifa-Orisa practitioner, and teacher of metaphysics. Since 2011 she has used her online platform to share her personal experiences to those seeking answers about spirituality. Her teachings will expand into short stories, novels, and public speaking to continue her mission of bringing enlightenment to the world.