INCUBUS SUCCUBUS – A PEEPER SHARED HER STORY (2)

I now know who they were and why THEY came. There are beings within the Universe who are called INCUBUS/SUCCUBUS, (mine were not them), and they are REAL. Make no doubt about it, they are very real energies and they also have their malevolent place in this world. Some will liken them to demons or demonic forces, and I suppose in the English language this is correct, but I do like the term demon for some odd reason.

In everything there must be  balance and so God has his reasons why these energies has been created.. Contrary to human beliefs that the dreaded Devil wields his own power, God is the driving force behind good and bad (my reference to good and bad here is for your better understanding, there is no such thing, but we are too limited mentally to understand this). Was it not God according to the christian bible who plagued Egypt and declared war upon the mere human being Pharaoh?  Was it not he who sent bears to attack and eat up the flesh of children who had mocked and jeered the prophet Elisha, when he cried out for help from God? Let us face it, if God did not allow evil to be, would we be able to say with conviction that there is no power stronger or greater than God?

The Human Mind cannot perceive who or what is God and so we humanize him (it, because God is pure energy and there is no gender attached to it, but limitations……) so that we can relate to this super power who is Spirit and neither man nor woman.

Incubus/Succubus influence can also infiltrate the minds of Human Beings men, women , or children, and possess them causing them to do sexual harm. They are the rapist, the pedophiles, the perverts, the sexual degenerates of the world, the bitch who seduces your husband and took him away from you with her unbelievable sexual (freaky prowess) expertise and willingness to go beyond imagination  or vice versa, and no, it does not have to be hands set or witchcraft for that matter. It can be just the pure energy of these forces tempting humans, testing our weakness (which sex does it almost every time), as they were created to do.

They are after all great sexual energy, and was it not SEX,…. the salacious serpent that the world has condemned for destroying the virginal Eve, Mother of all (Allegedly). Sex has a power all on its own and can sell out Madison Square Garden in a minute, because laying dormant in ALL of us is the need to FEED or AWAKEN something latent, raw and exciting, something undiscovered, sometimes even shocking.

Not as shocking as de batta foot tough looking Gully Queen dem doe, ah dem an de  incubus Succubus dem ah par! (again mi cudden help it an mi still nah sey sorry)

This is why the famous painting by Leonardo da Vinci, The Mona Lisa with his/her devilish smile/smirk,evokes thoughts into the minds of those who have seen it, what has he/she to hide, so our thoughts scurry to find the answers often times wondering if the Mona Lisa is tapping into our minds and seeing our deepest darkest thoughts. Oh the genius of da Vinci!!!.

In this story the Spirit of seduction and temptation (INCUBUS/SUCCUBUS) took on flesh in the most unlikely of persons and the consequences were dire for anonymous.  As usual thank you, and I urge you all to share your stories…..Obara Meji.

From Wikipedia;

An incubus (nominal form constructed from the Latin verb, incubo, incubare, or “to lay upon”) is a demon in male form who, according to a number of mythological and legendary traditions, lies upon sleepers, especially women, in order to have intercourse with them. Its female counterpart is the succubus. An incubus may pursue sexual relations with a woman in order to father a child, as in the legend of Merlin.^[1] Religious tradition holds that repeated intercourse with an incubus or succubus may result in the deterioration of health, or even death.^[2]

Medieval legend claims that demons, both male and female, sexually prey on human beings – generally during the night when the victim is sleeping.

The story below was sent in to me by Anonymous, and when I read it I saw more than what anonymous wrote about or thought had happened.

The email:

Dear Obara Meji, I thank God that I have found your site and what makes it so perfect for me is that you are Jamaican as I am. You can share my story with your bloggers, as you say that we should teach from lessons learned. Your words of wisdom are well noted by this simple girl. I now realize what has been plaguing me all my life, well since I was fourteen, and I am just confounded by the whole experience.

When I was fourteen years old, my parents migrated to Canada and left me with the neighbor next door. This woman was a prostitute, but I have no idea if my parents knew before they left because she was not one who stood on a street corner. She had about six men who she rotated as “Boyfriends” and they would come to the house and have sex with her, some others would come from “Foreign” from time to time, not included in the six regulars. This is rural Jamaica. One night as they were going at it, she and one her clients, I lay sleeping in my room in the dark and felt a cold hand on my breast, I jumped up and screaming wildly believing that I was being attacked.

This was always my fear from I was sent to live with her, because although she treated me good, I cannot lie on her,she was a business woman and her business came first. When I jumped up and flicked on the light switch, there was no one in the room,and no one exited from the room either because the door was still bolted from the inside, the widows which is grilled were closed. I was afraid, because I was not fully asleep when de feel up happened, I could hear her, we called her Glory, and when she and the man  were doing their thing, the bed springs would creak and groan and the grunts from she and the man were loud in the quiet country night, so it kept me awake. That night I did not sleep.  I was too afraid to even try, so I sat up, lights on and prayed the whole night, until morning came.

I began some time after that to have sex dreams, these dreams plagued me. It was at times like battery, spirits lined up to gang bang and usually in the dream, I saw myself enjoying the raw and dirty activities. The acts were horrible, even sodomy was involved also, to my shame relaying this to you Obara, but from reading your posts I know you will not judge me and also these were dreams beyond my control.

Were they though Obara? I ask because when I would wake up in the mornings, I would feel tired and my private parts and even my buttocks would hurt me and what began to happen was I began to leak clear fluids, no smell but it was present on my underwear. I was afraid and for a while kept these disturbing happenings to myself, needing my mother. Parents, unless they are dead must never leave their children, I missed my mother so much back then Obara.

This was too much so I eventually told Glory and she questioned me hard about my sexual activities. I told her the truth that I was a virgin, she believed me, and so she told me to wait she would look into it. She had an odd look on her face as I told her the story as if she  amazed at what I told her. I often thought of that look.

She took me to a man a week after telling her, and the man was a Obeah man, he told her that it was sex duppy people set pon mi and in order for me to remove it HE would have to have sex with me. I refused and cried, and he said it was the only way, even suggesting to use a condom, can you imagine?. To her credit, she cuss him and we left. She took me to a woman three days later and the woman told her that it was a curse and she gave me seven baths and some perfume to wear at nights, It stopped, nothing affected me henceforth.

I migrated a year later to be with my parents, they sent for me. Life was good for a while. I lost my virginity in Canada at age sixteen, and all hell broke loose again. The sex dreams began again, they were not as often as in Jamaica, but they would come intermittently but just as raunchy.

What happened though is I also began having weird sexual desires and fantasies. I would sneak and watch blue movies on the internet, masturbate every chance I got, read every thing I could get me hands on on sex and all its acts. I began to have threesomes with friends and their boyfriends (I am embarrassed even writing this), the things I did Obara are too much and too wild to explain to you here. I even joined an underground swingers club, you do not want to know what goes on there.

Sex was a way of life for me, I desired it all day every day. I have skipped some years, so by the time I am Twenty six, I could not count the amount of sexual encounters I had, and I wanted more. I was always cautious so I was healthy, but I even had one night stands. I have never shared this before with anyone.

One night I dreamed Glory who had stayed in contact with me and my parents from time to time, (by the way Obara I never told my parents that she was a prostitute, I never shared her life with anyone).

She came to me in a dream and told me to stop! Plain and simple she said to me Stop! I looked at her and she said this what you are doing is what happened to me when I began my path toward being a sex worker. These are sex demons riding you and you have become a part of them, Stop! And just like that Obara Meji, I stopped, no more swinging, no more fast sexual activities, and it was as if I became a new person. Was I Possessed or something?

Obara I began to look this up on the internet and this is how I came to your blog site and saw your many stories there,. I read about Incubus succubus and I know that these were them who began me on this path, but what I want to know is when I lived with Glory, did I pick this up from the high sexual energy in her house because of her work? De woman worked every day, I mean every day, and I heard it all.

Did somebody set them on her and I picked it up? Was it her who came to my dream and tell me to stop or my guide  disguised as her? Why seeing her in the dream commanding me to stop, remove all these urges from me immediately, did she have something to do with my plight? Did they really have sex with me Obara, if not, then why did I feel the pain when I dreamed them woke up, what was the leaking about? Am I flooding you with questions too much? (laugh Obara, I know you love to), I have to keep a light heart because theses happenings changed me through my experiences.

I have since stopped, meditation helped me (Great post you did on meditation by the way Obara, I pushed the rock over, yay!), I did not trust to go to a spiritual person for help, because I do not know any and I do not want to relay my horrible experience to any person.

I am working on my self esteem,and to build my courage. I am ashamed of what I did and went through, but reading your posts, you say we all agree to what we experience in life, we must learn from those experiences and teach from them. I find comfort in those words.

Thank you Obara Meji (by the way, what a cool name you have!). I love your blog, please continue your good work and God bless you! You may share the story on the blog if you choose to. One day mi wi get de guts fi blog wid uhnuh, shout out all yuh bloggers fi me please.

Ìgbọ̀nsẹ̀ kékeré létí àwo gbẹ̀gìrì, bó bá kúrò lójú, kò lè tán lọ́kàn. /
A drop of faeces on the edge of a plate of bean soup, even if overlooked by the eyes, won’t be ignored by the mind…..Yoruba Proverbs!

[Watch the indiscretions; misdeeds may be overlooked, but they are seldom forgotten]