True Story

My Well-Spent Afternoon With a Demon

And I survived to talk about it.

Seaford, Delaware. It was the 1990s. Donna and I were co-workers as well as roommates. One day another co-worker, Gina, stopped by. She needed someone to talk to. Guy problems, of course. We gathered around the eat-in kitchen table and got comfy. Gina starts talking about her husband. He’s sexy and fun but he has a bad boy side. A very bad boy side. Bad enough that it scared Gina but she was also too scared to leave him.

I kept darting my eyes from her to the living room windows and back again while she talked. She made a face at one point, so I told her that I wasn’t ignoring her, but I kept seeing little beings popping up in the windows out of the corner of my eye. When I would look their way, they’d drop back down again. Gina asked me what they looked like. I told her that they were solid black; about 3 feet tall and shaped like Cousin It but with black cat fur.

Gina bugged her eyes. She said that those are the demons that he sends out to spy on her and report back to him. Now is when she tells me that he’s a Satanist.

Nice. Let a chick go outside without an umbrella knowing full well that a thunderstorm is on the way. Thanks.

I tell her to switch seats with me so that I can focus and concentrate. As she talks, I start seeing pictures, visions if you will. I tell her that I can tell her what I sense but it’s up to her how she takes the information. She says she wants to know so I begin telling her what I’m seeing.

A bedroom in a building, but not a house. On the back of a large piece of property with a larger building up front. Think in-law or guest quarters. I went on to describe the size of the room- where the bed, desk, trash can, window, door, etc. were located in the room. Square box, door bottom right towards the corner, bed diagonal to that, window at the head of the bed, desk on the wall to the left of the door, etc. Very simplistic but functional.

Also, I said when you lie on the bed and look up there are things on the ceiling that glow in the dark.

I refocused on her face as if I were coming out of a trance. She was whiter than white with her mouth hanging open. When she could find her voice again… I had just described his bedroom to a T. The things on the ceiling? Turns out he had the solar system stuck to his ceiling that glowed in the dark when you turned the lights off.

Never met the guy, don’t even know if I knew his name or not (probably did at some point), and didn’t even know what he looked like. I told her that I sensed danger and not some stranger danger stuff. Honest to God, you could wind up dead, kind of danger.

Slowly, I began to notice that I was having trouble breathing. Without much thought, I began stroking my throat. There’s a conversation going on around me, but I’m no longer present. It’s as if I’m floating somewhere just outside of it all. I started clawing at my throat as I jumped up out of the chair. Someone was choking me. Too bad no one was “there”. At this point, I am now pinned up against the kitchen wall by my throat. I kept clawing at my throat trying to cut loose of whatever it was that had a hold of me.

Gina and Donna had jumped out of their chairs as well and kept yelling, “What’s wrong?” but I couldn’t hear them. Hell, I could barely see them. Donna was rubbing her rosary beads like they were a magic lamp. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t see my feet, but it felt as though I was being held up off the ground an inch or two. Then a calm voice said, “Get to the front door.” I’m thinking about how I can do this under the current circumstances, but I just kept hearing it over and over again, oh so calmly but loud enough for me to hear over the fear. Don’t ask me how I managed to do it, but the next thing I knew I was staggering to the front door, still gasping and trying to breathe, and clawing at my throat. But I did it. The Voice then said that if I could get to the front door and open it, then “it” (whatever it was) would be broken.

The entire time I knew that Donna and Gina were there- I just couldn’t see them or hear them. It was like being in another world. I struggled to get my right hand up onto the doorknob and twisted it open. As I shoved the door open, I felt this drastic WHOOSH go by me. I began to gasp for air. I could breathe again. I fell to my knees where I stayed long enough for my breathing to slow down at least a little bit. When I was ready, I used the door jamb to pull myself up and continued to huff and puff. Steadying myself and slowing my breathing down further, I could finally hear the girls’ voices again.

They were hysterical. Not knowing what had just happened or what was happening to me, what they could do to help. I explained to them what had just happened. I think they both would have thought I was nuts if they hadn’t been there to see it with their own eyes.

When being able to read and interrupt energy is both a blessing and a curse

Later, Gina wanted me to come to her house while he was away and see if I could pick up on anything else, so I did. This guy had pissed me off after our first round and I had no problem giving him a run for his money! He caught me off guard once. I wasn’t about to let that happen again. I told her that I needed her reassurance that he was gone and going to be gone for hours before I’d go to her place. If his energy was strong enough to choke me from a distance I didn’t want any “fresh” energy of his hanging around the house when I got there. (This will make more sense to energy readers).

I showed up at her house and shrugged off my coat as I began to look around. I told her to stay three feet behind me at all times. I do this anywhere, any time someone wants me to read them or a space. I don’t want to spend my time and energy on sorting through what’s been left behind and what the person is emitting.

I rubbed my hands together until I felt as though I were ready. That consisted of feelings I’m not sure I know how to describe in “mere mortal terms” but I’ll give it a shot. The point of rubbing my hands together is to pull my energy to my palm’s surface. That lets my body and spirit know that we’re about to go to work. I do a few deep breaths to clear myself. This is similar to using Febreeze on the furniture before company arrives. I do this with my eyes closed but I can still “see”. (For a better understanding of all the spiritual gifts that I have, read my article about them here.)

I began to walk around, palms out, beginning at the front door and going clockwise around the living room. I told her that they argued a lot and she agreed. I said it was especially strong there. She said they argued downstairs while their kid was asleep upstairs. The energy was all in the living room walls! She said that was the room they argued the most in because they didn’t want the baby to hear them.

I didn’t really pick up too much of anything out of the ordinary on the first floor. I did pick up a few things on the stairs leading up. Mostly his negative energy. Once we hit the master bedroom, I was able to tell her what side of the bed he slept on, etc. I didn’t pick up on anything new about him other than what I already had.

I summarized my walk with the statement that he was bad news and she needed to roll out. I mean the “you could end up dead” kind of bad news.

Here comes another, ‘oh you’re going to need an umbrella’ moment. He was running guns and drugs.

NICE. (sarcasm)

Needless to say, things went south between Gina and me after that. She asked for my help but then freaked 100% all the way out once she processed what had taken place. And with that, she outed me. I kept/keep my abilities to myself for that very reason. OMG, I’m hearing Jack Nicholson again…what was that line from that movie…Witches of East Wick… No! A Few Good Men!

“I have neither the time, nor the inclination, to explain myself to a man, who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner, in which I provide it. I’d rather you just say ‘thank you’ and go on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn, what you think you are entitled to!”

This quote pretty much sums up my life and my gifts. People want help and then question the manner in which I provide it. C’est la vie.

Needless to say, I did a whole lot of cleansing and protecting of myself. Nothing like a little sage and salt, not to mention Holy Water. Ah, the irony, right? At least he knew not to mess with me anymore after that. He was used to manipulating the weak. I had given him a hard right uppercut to the jaw!