Okay... this...
There are RULES... Not many but they are firm... as to a human beings Rights and the Laws darkness HAS to uphold. ONE of those Rules is Free Will. darkness can trick a human into violating his own free will or signing over his free will or what ever... but free will must be freely given over. Period. No touching, misting, hovering close to and most CERTAINLY NO feeding prong sucking energy from your neck. Humans REALLY need to learn their Rights. ewwwwwwwww... Here.
I demand, through my God Given Gift of Free Will and in the Name of Jesus Christ The Son of God and his Emissary ... Get the frick off me. Never touch me again. Ever. By The Power of The Light and The Son and Through Christ, his Father The One God, The Creator JEHOVAH - Get the frick OFF ME NOW... Back up back off you demon seed PUKE .. 3 times. There... That's done.
I would have said Michael, but if this story is true it grosses my Spirit out so bad I'm going straight to the top. ewwwwww. Why are you just laying there? Get UP Get OUT... something. ewwwww....
On to brighter notes: Compared to that anyway...
I have tried to keep my reading up here at Debi's house and I find all the shadow people entries interesting... I have some time... So thought I would offer my experience's of shadow people, how I viewed them, and it's all just MY thoughts and opinions.
In my personal experience I have witnessed the Fedora wearing black caped Spanish looking attire shadow person several times... always at a distance, always standing up on the bluff line and generally in front of one of the "cave entrances" (we'll call them).
He seems basically human sized, blends with or comes out of shadows but has form. Definitely male aspect, that's a cape he is wearing and despite what your neighbor tells you... he's not from The Covenant, The Sword and The Arm of The Lord compound trying to scare you off your property cause they want it... This One is not particularly aggressive (at least toward me and mine) but not going to mess with that dude anyway, anytime, anywhere, any world... because he's got a job and he doesn't know or care what we are or who we know or what we are doing... nothing but ant's to this one... just DON"T.
DON'T Call, poke, ask, acknowledge, summon, look at through binoculars, laugh at, sneer at, beat your chest and say I am Man or I am Woman and You must obey my command's cause I'm a cool paranormal dude/dudette, don't attempt to film, or take a picture, or interview, or investigate... or attempt in any way to BANISH this One.. Just Don't interfere at all. Not your business... Go about your day... because he's powerful business like, powerfully busy, and powerfully serious about whatever his job is...
My final thought on Fedora dude? He's in charge of some nasty s*it. I don't get close enough to even TRY to discern if he's the good guy in charge of the bad guys or the bad guy in charge of the good guys. NOT going to get that close. Not going to attempt to pick up a vibrational signature. Screw it. Call a Guardian. Call an Archangel. Crap... Call them both. This One is above your pay grade... This One... He's not the guard he's the fricken Warden. If he exists on THIS plane, probably underground... WAY underground.
The good news is this One NEVER has encroached or attempted to encroach on my territory as in he is not interested in me or mine and what he IS interested in is, well, anybody's guess... BUT... if you decide and some have, to place yourself in HIS territory ~ he'll look, he'll see you, and you will absolutely understand humans are NOT the top of the food chain. Anyone within the whole dang viewing area that glimpse's HIS eyes... when he locks onto YOUR eyes will know it. You just can't unsee that. ~
Little dude shadow people - awwww... about 3 to MAYBE 4 foot tall. Timid. HIDE in Shadow but actually have a form. Black cloak blends nicely with black shadows in trees, bushes, and once behind my wood stove. If there is a face, they are either very uninteresting OR, and this is my suspicion... have the ability to affect momentary short-term memory by slight of hand, chemical emission... I don't know... their shadow people... and this "gift or weapon" is why they continue to elude and HOW they elude those "other guys" that are looking for them and not particularly good at it. THOSE one's looking are NOT shadow people. ~
This leaves two other types that I have personally witnessed.
The slinker's and The red-eyes.
The slinker's are shadow people forms that look somewhat human but are either somewhat transparent and NOT solid or not totally HERE. These slinker's appear to be almost flat, just like a shadow, 2 dimensional what evers...Oblong heads, long arms, long torso, long legs kind of things... and THEY are the slinker's. They slink on all fours from an indeterminate point in the bedroom that is in the far western corner of the cabin... then out the bedroom door or under it if it is closed, along the baseboards, behind the tv or entertainment center or whatever particular item of furniture or other that happens to be along that wall in that particular month or year, then out from behind that and into the far eastern corner of the cabin and all of this is following a certain and never-changing track or path that ends at the corner where wall and front door meet...Southern/East with door being due east. UNTIL they reach their final destination and then we don't talk about what goes on there.
I have made many efforts to stop this little slinkage through my house over the years and pleaded my case to The Higher Powers of Light. But hey... they apparently aren't of or in or capable of manifesting in THIS physical world so not dangerous... and I should have left well enough alone and maybe they wouldn't need to be rounded up... No comment.
The Red-Eyes. Spooky Spooky Spooky. Again, about 4 foot tall, black robed and hooded, bright glowing fire engine red eyes. Run in packs. Have some kind of form but easily shape shift or bend light rays or what the ever... into a seamless shadow even if you are brave enough to get up close.
You know that movie Ghost. The things that come up through the ground to get that guys soul when he dies.. those things. Closest to this I can come.
Again, scary scary scary. Don't mess with. Run in packs. Possible eat souls or drag them to hell or etc... BUT, after 3 or 4 flipping heart attacks as they swarmed down Old Mountain, I established that the only time they pack, herd up, get on their sled things and come down Old Mountain is when someone or ones are darkly violent or beating their wife's or raping the land or have hidden demonic mischief in their hearts etc and other not nice things... and according to the one's they ascend on, in BROAD daylight, who are 100% sure where and who they are heading and can't move... not one muscle so... they immediately paralysis you, Spiritually terrorize you, promise you they'll see you in a appointed time, show you what happens then, and all jump back in their sled thingy and back up old mountain they go.
That is the routine for humans. What they do down in those cavern's, or caves, or portals they seem to materialize from is ANYONE'S guess. But if witnessing that little ditty doesn't convince you to go All Light ALL the time - you deserve what ever you get.
I have probably watched this dance a half dozen times, although they aren't always here, it's more like a scheduled visit or waiting for or whatever once a year or so...never alone, there have always other witnesses so I guess they like the audience and when someone walks or drives or hikes or squats and hides until... Walks up this driveway with evil dark violent or demonic etc intentions ... here the little beggar's come loading up in those sleds and down that Mountain gleefully and fast fast fast so you KNOW that the intention is dark cause YOU keep your sh*t right because uh NO... those one's get ONE warning. I am a Child of The Light. This Land belongs to the Christ and through him The Father. If are not of The Light you can't be here. Standard intent sharing... and then they are on their own.
I AM NOT coming out there and save your as* from that swarm. When those sleds hit the bottom of Old Mountain I'm going in the cabin and turning on Andy Griffith. It's Every man for himself. I don't go to hell for anyone. ANYONE. No. Not my kids. No No NO... not my mother, brother, sister, all the saints and neighbors.... NO. You have your feather I have mine. NO. Can't do the time don't do the crime. That's a firm uh huh. Sorry had a glimpse once and lost a solid section of my heart and a solid chunk of my Soul in a butterflys breath of time. They just just blackened and crumbled to the floor dead dead dead. huh uh. Nope.
Well, that's my story and I'm sticking with it.
Okay. I'd go for The Christ. My soul for his. And maybe The Blessed Mother Goddess. But that's it.