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SPIRIT BEING, DUPPY ENCOUNTER, OR VISITOR?

A few nights ago, while I was asleep, someone or something came and sat right within that space between my chest and my head on the bed. I instantly woke up. Not my body (I could not open my eyes or move) but my mind. I felt the warmth of the "person" (spirit, it was a spirit or a being, I will explain later), and within my minds eye, I saw the striped colours it wore. The colours are significant, but I will not reveal them here, too many enemies read my blog. ...

A few nights ago, while I was asleep, someone or something came and sat right within that space between my chest and my head on the bed. I instantly woke up. Not my body (I could not open my eyes or move) but my mind. I felt the warmth of the "person" (spirit, it was a spirit or a being, I will explain later), and within my minds eye, I saw the striped colours it wore. The colours are significant, but I will not reveal them here, too many enemies read my blog. ...

THE DECISION TO OBEAH SOMEONE

Obeah is serious business, but I find something tickling (funny) about it, weird I know, and I have always wondered why. Yesterday a blogger inboxed me and asked me if I will continue to write on embracingspirituality even though the new Orisha site is up. She continued to ask if I will still write on Obeah and Obeah stories like before (she is too funny), as I answered her yes, I couldn't help but giggle like a school girl, because like her, I like to read Obeah stories or hear them myself. Well at least in her, I see my self, because often times I wondered about me, (liking them I mean) lol. Thank  you blogger for appreciating my writings and above all, my weirdness in liking to write about such things, (evil grin). ...

Obeah is serious business, but I find something tickling (funny) about it, weird I know, and I have always wondered why. Yesterday a blogger inboxed me and asked me if I will continue to write on embracingspirituality even though the new Orisha site is up. She continued to ask if I will still write on Obeah and Obeah stories like before (she is too funny), as I answered her yes, I couldn't help but giggle like a school girl, because like her, I like to read Obeah stories or hear them myself. Well at least in her, I see my self, because often times I wondered about me, (liking them I mean) lol. Thank  you blogger for appreciating my writings and above all, my weirdness in liking to write about such things, (evil grin). ...

SPIRIT ATTATCHMENT

In the world of spirit, where spirit resides, a world where there is life without the density of a physical body, a world where consciousness of all and everything is beyond our (human beings) imagination, where light beings are beyond our reach, and we fear their world, often times praying that death would never come for us, we hold on to life with all that we can, most of us at least. As I grew in Kingston Jamaica, I remember my mother always talking about her father who seemed as if he lived with us. I was fascinated by this, and I loved to hear her speak of him and the messages he gave to her. She remembered him with fondness, which shows that he was a great dad. He lived in Montego Bay, while my mother lived in Lucea Hanover. ...

In the world of spirit, where spirit resides, a world where there is life without the density of a physical body, a world where consciousness of all and everything is beyond our (human beings) imagination, where light beings are beyond our reach, and we fear their world, often times praying that death would never come for us, we hold on to life with all that we can, most of us at least. As I grew in Kingston Jamaica, I remember my mother always talking about her father who seemed as if he lived with us. I was fascinated by this, and I loved to hear her speak of him and the messages he gave to her. She remembered him with fondness, which shows that he was a great dad. He lived in Montego Bay, while my mother lived in Lucea Hanover. ...

SLEEP PARALYSIS OR SPIRITUAL BATTLE? – PART 2

The first time I experienced Sleep Paralysis "duppy hol dung" was when I was a child of six years old in Jamaica, this is my earliest memory. It was torturous. I heard my mother singing in the kitchen, I felt the sun streaming in and beaming down on my bed, I heard the birds in our next door neighbour's Mr. Henry mango tree whistling, and I could not wake up. I smelled my mother's ackee and saltfish that she was preparing for breakfast and I tried to scream but could not. I felt my father's presence come into my room, smelled the ganja he was smoking and I wanted to shout "Daddy help me!" but my lips could not move. The air was tight and I felt as if I would suffocate, I had not thought of death back then while this happened or the fear of it, I just wanted my mother. My small body attempted to shake myself awake and all of a sudden I jolted awake, gasping for air. Ears ringing, heart racing, me sweating and afraid. It was to be the first (perhaps the first, this was my first memory) of many of my sleep paralysis experiences, and when I became Obara Meji, the experience took on a different feeling, a very different one... ...

The first time I experienced Sleep Paralysis "duppy hol dung" was when I was a child of six years old in Jamaica, this is my earliest memory. It was torturous. I heard my mother singing in the kitchen, I felt the sun streaming in and beaming down on my bed, I heard the birds in our next door neighbour's Mr. Henry mango tree whistling, and I could not wake up. I smelled my mother's ackee and saltfish that she was preparing for breakfast and I tried to scream but could not. I felt my father's presence come into my room, smelled the ganja he was smoking and I wanted to shout "Daddy help me!" but my lips could not move. The air was tight and I felt as if I would suffocate, I had not thought of death back then while this happened or the fear of it, I just wanted my mother. My small body attempted to shake myself awake and all of a sudden I jolted awake, gasping for air. Ears ringing, heart racing, me sweating and afraid. It was to be the first (perhaps the first, this was my first memory) of many of my sleep paralysis experiences, and when I became Obara Meji, the experience took on a different feeling, a very different one... ...

INCUBUS SUCCUBUS-PART 2

  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. ...

  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. ...