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Supernatural Headache
10 years ago
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*throws up hands in utter frustration* I have been having a number of strange experiences in the last year and a half or so and I can't decide who or what to believe. This is the Cliffs Notes version of it, if you want the full version, I can note it to you.
So it started last January with a really strange experience driving home. I saw a form, blacker than night, in the form of what looked like an armored vehicle, for a few seconds on the highway I drive every night on the way back from work. It was a very unsettling experience. It took me the rest of the drive home to shake off the fright, even with my favorite songs playing (Sabaton's Ghost Division and E Nomine's Black Sun - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFROltjS7Ws) Of course my mate saw nothing but he did feel me starting to decelerate like I would to pass a slower moving vehicle and then a massive increase in speed as I had a feeling of "I must get home" wash over me.
Then there was all the insanity chronicled in one of my previous journals. http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/5657729/
The next incident involved my tools disappearing because I didn't want to put an ornament on my cellphone case. I don't remember exactly when this was. I am thinking it was March or early April. On top of my disinclination to put any sort of ornament on a piece that I show to mundanes in order to avoid questions), the symbol my muse wanted...wasn't exactly the most warm and fuzzy thing. I was looking for a CD of a favorite song, E Nomine's Black Sun, on eBay when I came across a medallion of the Black Sun symbol (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Sun_(occult_symbol)). My muse decided that that would look so very good on my cellphone...even though I wasn't too keen on the idea. After a half a night of work, I had to take my mate home due to being sick. This gave me a chance to work on my new cellphone case. Sufficed to say, my muse didn't stop insisting on the medallion as an ornament on my cellphone case and my refusal to include it. After about an hour, my awls started to disappear. I searched EVERYWHERE for them. I finally went "okay fine, you win, I will order the dang thing" and my tools reappeared in a pocket of my bag I know I had checked at least 5 times. One awl, the one best used for the less precise work reappeared that night, the fine work awl reappeared the next day in the exact same bag pocket.
After that, something managed to make my headphones disappear. It was one of those days, I was in a very strange mood. I had downloaded a new WW2 book, written by a former Panzer commander but I wasn't that interested in listening to it that day. About the time that the authors narrative started to talk about the beginning of WW2, I decided I was done listening to that book for the night. I decided I needed an extra jacket (work is chronically cold) and I went down to my car. I pulled my ear phones out of my phone and stuffed them into my pocket. I seem to remember growling something about "I think I will listen to Raising the Hunley instead" under my breath. I go down to my car and then go back to my desk. I reach into my pocket and my headphones aren't there. So I rewalk the path I took to my car and back. Where I work, if you drop something, it will be there till whenever the janitorial staff gets around to sweeping that area, which could be several days. However, I didn't end up finding my headphones. I finally pointed out to the universe that I can't listen to the book without headphones and a pair finally appeared. Not the pair I lost, oddly enough. I must admit I did enjoy the part of the book I listened to that night. It confirmed my very high opinion of Erwin Rommel.
Then I was touched on the shoulder by an unseen hand, twice. The first time was at work and I saw a strange shadow on my way out the door that night. It wasn't a frightening hand, not cold or a hard grip, just a gentle "I am here." I must admit I was stressed, that season of work had been pretty drama ridden so I suppose something decided I needed a friendly hand on the shoulder.
The second time was right after a truly frightening incident involving one of my friend's horses. Her horse, Lion Queen, had been sick for a couple of weeks, one weekend we thought she was getting better but I found her lying down, breathing hard and looking very sick. She ended up dying that night. The night felt threatening, like it had the night that another of my friend's horses freaked out and nearly killed himself from fright. The place I used to ride at (we had to leave due to drama) is a living history museum property. During the day, it was very inviting, at night, it could become frightening quickly.
A couple of days after that, I was at my parents house watching TV (I was laid off at the time and I would drop off my mate at work and then go to my parents house to work on things). I was watching something on the Military History Channel on Patton when a bit of footage of Erwin Rommel came on the screen. At that moment, I felt a hand on my left shoulder, the same sort of no-threatening hand that I had felt at work. I was sitting with my back up against a wall. Given that I was still scared after Lion Queen's death, this was particularly strange. I was in "shields up" mode.
I think that was the last real incident last year. This year is has just been a couple of strange lights on the highway, nothing really frightening or obvious...until I have started having issues with my music player developing a sense of humor. Skipping songs that it has no technological reason to skip, repeating one particular song (Sabaton's Heart of Iron...which was the first song it decided to repeat of it's own accord) and (more rarely) E Nomine's Black Sun), playing music appropriate to the book I was listening to while I was trying to listen to Audible (Sabaton's Counterstrike over Six Days of War: 1967 and the Making of the Modern Middle East). My mate, use usually handles the technology, has no idea what is going on. It took me explaining this problem in great detail for him to understand why it was bothering me so much, he said he understood why it was bothering me, that there is a pattern.
The problem comes in that I have a number of friends and acquaintances that all seem to have an opinion on the matter. The bulk of them, plus my mate, don't seem to find any of this terribly threatening, with the exception of one of my co-workers who has some experience with the supernatural. She seems to think that whatever it is is actually bad for me, has been attached to me since I was very small and needs to go away. She gave me several spells to help with this. The problem is that, if the dark thing attached to me that is, supposedly, effecting my health is that powerful, a couple of from the internet random pagan banishing spells probably isn't going to do anything. I also don't like the whole "you have already found what you are looking for but I can't tell you what that is" line she has adopted in relation to my chronically looping back to my books on the North African campaign. She has also told me stories that are either utter nonsense or a sign of something being very wrong, with food and other things disappearing and reappearing at her house. The only things I know of that can do that is demons or devils. The only things I have read that can do that are evil things too. I almost wonder if the entity that is supposedly talking to her and telling her things doesn't like me and wants to jerk me around. All my instincts tell me that the entity that enjoys talking history and strategy with me isn't harmful but she says it is. I am also less inclined to believe her because I had a Tarot reading done by an outsider, that showed that my health problems were a physical matter, not a supernatural matter.
So, what do you all think? I am out of ideas.
So it started last January with a really strange experience driving home. I saw a form, blacker than night, in the form of what looked like an armored vehicle, for a few seconds on the highway I drive every night on the way back from work. It was a very unsettling experience. It took me the rest of the drive home to shake off the fright, even with my favorite songs playing (Sabaton's Ghost Division and E Nomine's Black Sun - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFROltjS7Ws) Of course my mate saw nothing but he did feel me starting to decelerate like I would to pass a slower moving vehicle and then a massive increase in speed as I had a feeling of "I must get home" wash over me.
Then there was all the insanity chronicled in one of my previous journals. http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/5657729/
The next incident involved my tools disappearing because I didn't want to put an ornament on my cellphone case. I don't remember exactly when this was. I am thinking it was March or early April. On top of my disinclination to put any sort of ornament on a piece that I show to mundanes in order to avoid questions), the symbol my muse wanted...wasn't exactly the most warm and fuzzy thing. I was looking for a CD of a favorite song, E Nomine's Black Sun, on eBay when I came across a medallion of the Black Sun symbol (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Sun_(occult_symbol)). My muse decided that that would look so very good on my cellphone...even though I wasn't too keen on the idea. After a half a night of work, I had to take my mate home due to being sick. This gave me a chance to work on my new cellphone case. Sufficed to say, my muse didn't stop insisting on the medallion as an ornament on my cellphone case and my refusal to include it. After about an hour, my awls started to disappear. I searched EVERYWHERE for them. I finally went "okay fine, you win, I will order the dang thing" and my tools reappeared in a pocket of my bag I know I had checked at least 5 times. One awl, the one best used for the less precise work reappeared that night, the fine work awl reappeared the next day in the exact same bag pocket.
After that, something managed to make my headphones disappear. It was one of those days, I was in a very strange mood. I had downloaded a new WW2 book, written by a former Panzer commander but I wasn't that interested in listening to it that day. About the time that the authors narrative started to talk about the beginning of WW2, I decided I was done listening to that book for the night. I decided I needed an extra jacket (work is chronically cold) and I went down to my car. I pulled my ear phones out of my phone and stuffed them into my pocket. I seem to remember growling something about "I think I will listen to Raising the Hunley instead" under my breath. I go down to my car and then go back to my desk. I reach into my pocket and my headphones aren't there. So I rewalk the path I took to my car and back. Where I work, if you drop something, it will be there till whenever the janitorial staff gets around to sweeping that area, which could be several days. However, I didn't end up finding my headphones. I finally pointed out to the universe that I can't listen to the book without headphones and a pair finally appeared. Not the pair I lost, oddly enough. I must admit I did enjoy the part of the book I listened to that night. It confirmed my very high opinion of Erwin Rommel.
Then I was touched on the shoulder by an unseen hand, twice. The first time was at work and I saw a strange shadow on my way out the door that night. It wasn't a frightening hand, not cold or a hard grip, just a gentle "I am here." I must admit I was stressed, that season of work had been pretty drama ridden so I suppose something decided I needed a friendly hand on the shoulder.
The second time was right after a truly frightening incident involving one of my friend's horses. Her horse, Lion Queen, had been sick for a couple of weeks, one weekend we thought she was getting better but I found her lying down, breathing hard and looking very sick. She ended up dying that night. The night felt threatening, like it had the night that another of my friend's horses freaked out and nearly killed himself from fright. The place I used to ride at (we had to leave due to drama) is a living history museum property. During the day, it was very inviting, at night, it could become frightening quickly.
A couple of days after that, I was at my parents house watching TV (I was laid off at the time and I would drop off my mate at work and then go to my parents house to work on things). I was watching something on the Military History Channel on Patton when a bit of footage of Erwin Rommel came on the screen. At that moment, I felt a hand on my left shoulder, the same sort of no-threatening hand that I had felt at work. I was sitting with my back up against a wall. Given that I was still scared after Lion Queen's death, this was particularly strange. I was in "shields up" mode.
I think that was the last real incident last year. This year is has just been a couple of strange lights on the highway, nothing really frightening or obvious...until I have started having issues with my music player developing a sense of humor. Skipping songs that it has no technological reason to skip, repeating one particular song (Sabaton's Heart of Iron...which was the first song it decided to repeat of it's own accord) and (more rarely) E Nomine's Black Sun), playing music appropriate to the book I was listening to while I was trying to listen to Audible (Sabaton's Counterstrike over Six Days of War: 1967 and the Making of the Modern Middle East). My mate, use usually handles the technology, has no idea what is going on. It took me explaining this problem in great detail for him to understand why it was bothering me so much, he said he understood why it was bothering me, that there is a pattern.
The problem comes in that I have a number of friends and acquaintances that all seem to have an opinion on the matter. The bulk of them, plus my mate, don't seem to find any of this terribly threatening, with the exception of one of my co-workers who has some experience with the supernatural. She seems to think that whatever it is is actually bad for me, has been attached to me since I was very small and needs to go away. She gave me several spells to help with this. The problem is that, if the dark thing attached to me that is, supposedly, effecting my health is that powerful, a couple of from the internet random pagan banishing spells probably isn't going to do anything. I also don't like the whole "you have already found what you are looking for but I can't tell you what that is" line she has adopted in relation to my chronically looping back to my books on the North African campaign. She has also told me stories that are either utter nonsense or a sign of something being very wrong, with food and other things disappearing and reappearing at her house. The only things I know of that can do that is demons or devils. The only things I have read that can do that are evil things too. I almost wonder if the entity that is supposedly talking to her and telling her things doesn't like me and wants to jerk me around. All my instincts tell me that the entity that enjoys talking history and strategy with me isn't harmful but she says it is. I am also less inclined to believe her because I had a Tarot reading done by an outsider, that showed that my health problems were a physical matter, not a supernatural matter.
So, what do you all think? I am out of ideas.
And don't worry, just because I'm Catholic doesn't mean I'm going to demand you except Jesus as your Lord and Savior to be cured. I'll just try to help as best I can.