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.
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