Kinda reminded me of this one time 6 yrs back, I was livin in the south side of Edmonton with a roommate. We had this house where I had the basement to myself, it was pretty chill spot. We must of been partying with these girls all weekend and I needed some sleep, word. So I'm in bed ready to hit the hay, approaching the sleep state where you're about to cross over to lala land when all of a sudden I feel this immense pressure on my chest like it was holding me down. I fukin flipped, trying to yell, but nothing would come out just utter silence...fuked up thing was that I couldn't move either, I was in some paralyzed state. My eyes were able to move, and started to follow this dim light around this shadow that was projecting on the wall as it was circling the bed. It must of done that a few times when it hovered by my feet and casted a looming darkness above my head ever so itching towards my head. In my head I was effin screaming at the top of my lungs. Fighting the force that was in the room I broke free from whatever trance I was under and jumped off the bed, out my door, up the stairs all while screaming, 'wtf, wtf, wtf, wtf...' My roommate came running out startled by the noise I was making. So I catch my breathe and told him what happened, and his response was, 'Oh those shit, those are the zaps I get those all the time especially after I party hard, stay up late and stuff.' Like it was ain't no thing for him. I sat down and collected my thoughts, I've always been a spiritual person and delved dealer into this incident. Found out what I had experience was sleep paralysis...I did a lil research on the stuff, and it went into some stuff about spirit possession, demon apparitions, disconnection from the body.
So my conclusion to this was when you're about to cross over into a lucid state (dreaming) you are most vulnerable to an attack, possession or disruption by a negative source, or energy. Strangely enough there's entities that do exist in a different aspect that feed off our energy. Not all spirits are the same, there's a hierarchy to the structure. Time for bed...Word.
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