Does that even make sense? A poltergeist baby? What are we talking about here, a baby ghost? Well, not really. I'm using poltergeist baby to refer to myself. And before I confuse you even more let me get to it...
Poltergeists are seen as different things depending on the culture and the person. Over 20+ years of life I have my own definition for it. A poltergeist can be a ghost, a spirit, a low level demonic force, or simply energy which we feed and "bring to life".
After all the things that I've been through I came to the conclusion that I was a poltergeist baby. And what exactly is that? Well, for my purposes, it is a baby that "inherits" all kinds of negative energies that are followed by spirits and feeds those energy throughout his/her life. You see, I was born in less than perfect circumstances to a less than perfect family (whom I love with all my heart!). My family had been worked on, meaning they had all kinds of witchcraft done to them...specially my mother. I have no idea what could have been done to her when she was expecting me because around that time she had to have a cleanse. So, she took my sisters and herself to be cleansed and "crossed". You can be "crossed" for the better or worse. When it's for the better, for your own good, it's like giving you a shield as a way of preventing anything negative from attaching to you. I was on my mom's belly, I could not technically be "crossed" but since it was done to her it "passed" on to me. But I do have the need to call BS on that!
It is for that reason that I say I'm a poltergeist baby. I believe I inherited negative energies that were directed towards my mom, and since the day I was born I have feed them making them more powerful over the years. And like I previously mentioned, I spend my last weeks in my mom's belly with virtually no oxygen yet I made it out perfectly well. That was something not even the doctors could believe. Something or someone was really protecting me.
It was for that reason, oxygen suddenly gone and my life at risk, that it was believed that someone tried or successfully crossed me...in both ways, good and bad. Hence why I didn't die but I did ended up with all kinds of bad energies attached to me!
It is extremely hard for me to say when I was physically contacted for the first time, but I have to say I was 11 years old since I cannot really account for a lot of things prior to that...memory gaps and family refusing to cooperate doesn't help. But yeah, the whole phenomenon of things being dropped or falling down, noises like someone is there, steps, flickering lights, touching...I've experienced it all. And I believe I made it stronger over so many years to the point where it can actually hurt me. Now, that is scary! But, I will elaborate on that later.
For the time being, I leave you with the thought that the moment I was born a battle of forces begun.
Monday, May 19, 2014
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
The Woman Who Lives Under the Bed
First actual story...yay! However, it is not a personal one! Today I will share with you guys my aunt's experience that scared her the most, and believe me that over the years she developed an incredibly low sense of fear to the unknown! For her it became natural...like seeing living humans walking on the streets. Anyways, here it goes...
There were only two rooms in my grandma's house where my aunt lived and the rooms were only separated by a wall and connected by a door. No hallway between them or anything. When the incident happened both rooms were used (later one of them will be empty most of the time), my uncle slept in one and my grandma and aunt in the other but in separate beds. The two beds were set up in opposite sides of the room, in a way that they left a space right between them (like a crossroad). Now, imagine two dominants sleeping in the same room that's like a portal for everything and anything in other dimensions...yeah, scary stuff.
Well, the night came and as usual my grandma and aunt went to bed. Usually grandma stays up pretty late and sleeps only a tiny bit but in those earlier days she slept more and fell asleep pretty quick. So, that left my aunt's eyes to wander the room on their own. Most of the time nothing happened, everything was calm and quiet and peaceful. However, that one night things were different.
My aunt actually fell asleep...and then woke up later during the night. That alone is a bad sign! She tried her hardest to fall asleep but it didn't work and a few moments later...hello nightmare! The room shared a wall with the living room where the entrance door was, so any and every noise can be heard loud and clear from both sides. And there it was...the sound of steps.
She clearly heard steps throughout the living room. Those steps were accompanied by groans, quiet and long ones. The steps kept getting closer and closer until suddenly she heard the steps in the room. She did not want to look, after all she was young and afraid of what her eyes could meet. After some time and while the steps kept getting closer she decided to take a took. Afraid, she peeked a bit by uncovering her face. What she saw would stay with her forever. It was a large woman, walking in a slow and painful way. With every step she took she groaned in pain. My aunt though that at one point it would approach her but just as the woman reached the crossroad between the beds she stopped. The woman stayed still a few seconds and suddenly just dropped to the ground and disappeared.
That was it, my aunt never saw or heard her again. But she wanted to know why she appeared there and why she disappeared in the spot she did. After some digging she came up with the idea that the woman was killed there and buried in the spot she disappeared. Apparently, before the town became a town criminals who were passing through would bury their gold and money and kill someone to bury along with their treasure so that it could be protected. To this day it is still believed that some ghosts appear only to let you know there is something valuable there so you can get it out because that's the only way they'll also be freed.
Have you heard of this before?? Any money ghosts incidents you know?
There were only two rooms in my grandma's house where my aunt lived and the rooms were only separated by a wall and connected by a door. No hallway between them or anything. When the incident happened both rooms were used (later one of them will be empty most of the time), my uncle slept in one and my grandma and aunt in the other but in separate beds. The two beds were set up in opposite sides of the room, in a way that they left a space right between them (like a crossroad). Now, imagine two dominants sleeping in the same room that's like a portal for everything and anything in other dimensions...yeah, scary stuff.
Well, the night came and as usual my grandma and aunt went to bed. Usually grandma stays up pretty late and sleeps only a tiny bit but in those earlier days she slept more and fell asleep pretty quick. So, that left my aunt's eyes to wander the room on their own. Most of the time nothing happened, everything was calm and quiet and peaceful. However, that one night things were different.
My aunt actually fell asleep...and then woke up later during the night. That alone is a bad sign! She tried her hardest to fall asleep but it didn't work and a few moments later...hello nightmare! The room shared a wall with the living room where the entrance door was, so any and every noise can be heard loud and clear from both sides. And there it was...the sound of steps.
She clearly heard steps throughout the living room. Those steps were accompanied by groans, quiet and long ones. The steps kept getting closer and closer until suddenly she heard the steps in the room. She did not want to look, after all she was young and afraid of what her eyes could meet. After some time and while the steps kept getting closer she decided to take a took. Afraid, she peeked a bit by uncovering her face. What she saw would stay with her forever. It was a large woman, walking in a slow and painful way. With every step she took she groaned in pain. My aunt though that at one point it would approach her but just as the woman reached the crossroad between the beds she stopped. The woman stayed still a few seconds and suddenly just dropped to the ground and disappeared.
That was it, my aunt never saw or heard her again. But she wanted to know why she appeared there and why she disappeared in the spot she did. After some digging she came up with the idea that the woman was killed there and buried in the spot she disappeared. Apparently, before the town became a town criminals who were passing through would bury their gold and money and kill someone to bury along with their treasure so that it could be protected. To this day it is still believed that some ghosts appear only to let you know there is something valuable there so you can get it out because that's the only way they'll also be freed.
Have you heard of this before?? Any money ghosts incidents you know?
Monday, May 12, 2014
The Family Heirloom
To the eyes of others is something valuable, something they "wish" they had, a gift. For my family and me is something we did not chose or wanted, it just happened to end up with us. Do not get it wrong, I am not being ungrateful and I'm not talking about anything with great monetary value. I'm talking about the ability to sense, hear, see and feel anything and everything related to the paranormal. It ended in my family's hands many generations ago. Probably even before than I think...I could only track it back so far. But regardless of it not having a great monetary or sentimental value it has remained with us and it keeps being passed on generation after generation.
That is exactly what I meant when I previously said it was a family thing. I'm not the only "gifted" in my family, the only reason for my "gift" is the family I was born into, my genes. Just like any other heirloom the "gift", as I shall call it, it's passed from generation to generation to a female. If there happens to be more than one than all of them will get it but one will be dominant and will have the opportunity to develop it to its full potential. Also, none of the previous holders of the gift will lose any abilities, that is the major difference with conventional heirlooms.
In my case, it happened because I come from a long line of "gifted" people and another one of sensitives. My paternal family has sensitives, my dad is one. My maternal family, including my mom, are gifted. I just had nowhere to run. Both, my mom and dad, have experienced countless things throughout their lives and both like to pretend like nothing happened. Although my mom comes from a line of "gifted" females her abilities are not dominant. I don't know who was the dominant from my great-grandma, or the generations before that but I know the later ones. My grandma is the dominant of her generation, my aunt (mom's sister) is the dominant, and from my generation, to this day, I seem to be the dominant. However, things can change since I'm still waiting for the outcome of two baby girl cousins I have. I have more younger cousins that were born into the my maternal family but they were not born to a gifted female but to a male therefore the heirloom does not go to them. Weird right?
Those are the rules to inherit the heirloom, be a female born to a gifted female. I, satisfactorily, met both requirements. The moment I was born my parents should have known my fate. I mean, I was born at 8 months of gestation. Actually, I was pulled out of my mother because I stopped getting oxygen. I was also super tiny, so much that I had to be fed with a syringe because my mouth was too tiny. I did not need to be in an incubator or had any other health issues. I was out of the hospital in 48 hours. I walked and started to speak when I was only 7 months. My first word was not mom or dad but "bitch". I was never an ordinary child.
Anyways, the dominants from each generation always have the most experiences. Later I will share some of my aunt's and grandma's and of course my very own. If you were given the choice, would you choose being "gifted"?
That is exactly what I meant when I previously said it was a family thing. I'm not the only "gifted" in my family, the only reason for my "gift" is the family I was born into, my genes. Just like any other heirloom the "gift", as I shall call it, it's passed from generation to generation to a female. If there happens to be more than one than all of them will get it but one will be dominant and will have the opportunity to develop it to its full potential. Also, none of the previous holders of the gift will lose any abilities, that is the major difference with conventional heirlooms.
In my case, it happened because I come from a long line of "gifted" people and another one of sensitives. My paternal family has sensitives, my dad is one. My maternal family, including my mom, are gifted. I just had nowhere to run. Both, my mom and dad, have experienced countless things throughout their lives and both like to pretend like nothing happened. Although my mom comes from a line of "gifted" females her abilities are not dominant. I don't know who was the dominant from my great-grandma, or the generations before that but I know the later ones. My grandma is the dominant of her generation, my aunt (mom's sister) is the dominant, and from my generation, to this day, I seem to be the dominant. However, things can change since I'm still waiting for the outcome of two baby girl cousins I have. I have more younger cousins that were born into the my maternal family but they were not born to a gifted female but to a male therefore the heirloom does not go to them. Weird right?
Those are the rules to inherit the heirloom, be a female born to a gifted female. I, satisfactorily, met both requirements. The moment I was born my parents should have known my fate. I mean, I was born at 8 months of gestation. Actually, I was pulled out of my mother because I stopped getting oxygen. I was also super tiny, so much that I had to be fed with a syringe because my mouth was too tiny. I did not need to be in an incubator or had any other health issues. I was out of the hospital in 48 hours. I walked and started to speak when I was only 7 months. My first word was not mom or dad but "bitch". I was never an ordinary child.
Anyways, the dominants from each generation always have the most experiences. Later I will share some of my aunt's and grandma's and of course my very own. If you were given the choice, would you choose being "gifted"?
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