Donna K.
Truth Seeker
- Joined
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- Age
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- Location
- The very Haunted Wood's... Ozarks
I am often hesitant to join these kinds of conversations unless led but I had to log back in and speak (hopefully I make sense as my energy level is very low)
In this case I feel it needs be as getting here is hard as walking through water with that gator in my arms and a mouth full of ash.
I experienced horrible nightmare's as a child and into adulthood. Not of a house but a room in that house that terrified me waking or sleeping. They were often reoccurring and always ongoing like a time loop of horrors in an old black and white movie. These dreams were a huge part of why I 'travelled' as soon as I could do. If I was moving from place to place I could have a semblance of a 'normal' life - but as soon as I settled into a place thinking I might be free, the attacks began again... THAT room was everywhere. You could feel it manifest into the house or apartment or or or within hours of my intent to stay... and THAT room was closed off but it could send it's evil dark energy throughout the dwelling and enslave me with terror.... TERROR... many times I would wake to my dog/s growling, hair standing straight up, saliva dripping from it's mouth and often I would have to get up and walk the night to a gas station or ANYWHERE there were people to make sure I was awake - because on particularly horrific nights I would simply wake up inside the dream again and again.
When I was in my mid-twenties with 3 small children the attacks (which they were but who knew) became so bad that I began to do Quualude's and a six pack until I passed out. I finally sought medical help because I was afraid I would become unable to care for my children. The doctor put me on Lithium. And the rabbit hole got deeper. I was simply shutting down. Period. When I was 27 I packed what a 69 mustang would hold and my kids and fled the nightmares and drugs and alcohol and travelled non-stop for 48 hours to my Sister's thinking at least she would care for my kids... I did not plan on living in this thing any more.
The second night, then the third, then a week, then two... Blessed silence in my sleep state. As I became more rested I opened up to my Sister a little at a time. We weren't best friends nor particularly close... sometimes down right adversaries. As my story unfolded over many hours, my Sister became paler and paler and paler... soon she was adding facts and details that she could not have known... but she did... because she had suffered the same exact horror's since she was very young. To the tiniest details.
That realization froze my blood in my marrow and I puked and puked and puked. And puked some more.
The next morning over coffee - still stunned - still struggling to understand - my Sister said "what are we going to do?" "well, I don't know about you but I'm gonna stop living because I just can't do this anymore... WON'T do this anymore". "So, she says... We're going to fight..." And from that moment on we understood this was NOT a dream thing... It was very VERY real... we were simply our weakest when we were asleep. The first thing we did was to study, then practice... LUCID Dreaming. That's no easy hobby to pick up but this was War. AND apparently the two of us together was not a venture these eI*II0!89343988349((*( wanted to undertake,
It took less time then you'd think. At first after much struggle we could wake ourselves up (usually) which meant that subconsciously we knew we were asleep -- then in a dream state - then able to control (some what) our role in the dream - body movements and such - and when we felt ready - we took the war to them. (Spirituallly) in dream time. Which by the way is wayyyyyyyyy better then in real time. The whatever/s fled when we pulled the grey cloaks from their faces - we won't speak of that here - or anywhere... and they never returned.
What it is often hard for people to understand is that these entities are NOT ghosts and Spiritual Warfare come's slinking in many forms from the stench and muck of that river. And the horrors I witnessed in those dreams is nothing, NOTHING compared to what I witnessed here - in real time. Crawling up from the ground and from under rocks and boulders and all dark places. Spiritual Warfare SUCKS.... heck, even coming to the knowledge it IS sucks... but it is not ghost and spirits you are fighting - it's - well... pray you don't have to define this thing - EVER.
All have given you good advice here. But I will add - before it is done you will Stand on one side or the other and boy - all but the arrogant will take one glimpse and start girding themselves with the Powers and Weapons of The Light cause a glimpse will turn a piece of your soul to stone dead dead dead - to actually LOOK on the face of evil is to forfeit your soul period.
My truth is all I can offer you - Be Still and KNOW That He is God - and this... this is the Ancient of Ancients you deal with - not Native American Spirits... Learn to discern because you will not be able to tell a book from it's cover - You are now walking through The Shadow of The Valley of Death - if you chose to believe otherwise, find someone that CAN believe a priest MIGHT be learned enough to help. And get on your knee's and pray pray pray. For Wisdom in the matter.
Peace Be Upon Your House and Protection Surround You and Yours
Until The Lily Comes
In this case I feel it needs be as getting here is hard as walking through water with that gator in my arms and a mouth full of ash.
I have not posted about all of the experiences about my childhood home as of yet. I have recently spoken privately with Debi about my recurring dreams of that home. These 'visitations' from a presence i always believed have been following me for about 30 years now. Before i joined this site, i confronted this presence in the last nightmare i had of it. It has since left me alone. For now. BUT, i just got off the phone not long ago with my sister, and we got talking about our old house. We exchanged experiences again, as we do every so often when compelled to speak of that house. Now, i've said before in other posts i have lived in my current home for 20+ years. My childhood home i lived in from birth to 17 years of age. My sister has been living in her current home with her husband and family for 30+ years. Both of us have always dreamed of THAT house. Not my current one..not her's...that one. Now, please excuse me if i step out of line by saying now, i am PISSED. I just found today, my sister had a really bad nightmare about that house about a week ago. Now i had my last nightmare of it just over a month ago. My sister told me that in the dream, she and some others were sitting in the kitchen when she said she heard something upstairs. In her dream, my niece, whom we are EXTREMELY protective over because she has been battling illness for some time now, was upstairs in this dream. My sister said she ran upstairs...believing it was her old bedroom. When she entered the room, my niece was sleeping on the bed and SOMETHING was standing at the foot of the bed...Grey in color...sound familiar Debi? She flipped out and flung the sheet off of my niece and actually put it over the grey shape. She picked my niece up..though fully grown girl, and ran to the stairs. Just as she about got off the stairs, something grabbed my niece and began pulling her away from my sister. This damn thing has been bothering me for the past 30 years...Don't even tell me it is going after my niece now...cause that my friend is war.
I experienced horrible nightmare's as a child and into adulthood. Not of a house but a room in that house that terrified me waking or sleeping. They were often reoccurring and always ongoing like a time loop of horrors in an old black and white movie. These dreams were a huge part of why I 'travelled' as soon as I could do. If I was moving from place to place I could have a semblance of a 'normal' life - but as soon as I settled into a place thinking I might be free, the attacks began again... THAT room was everywhere. You could feel it manifest into the house or apartment or or or within hours of my intent to stay... and THAT room was closed off but it could send it's evil dark energy throughout the dwelling and enslave me with terror.... TERROR... many times I would wake to my dog/s growling, hair standing straight up, saliva dripping from it's mouth and often I would have to get up and walk the night to a gas station or ANYWHERE there were people to make sure I was awake - because on particularly horrific nights I would simply wake up inside the dream again and again.
When I was in my mid-twenties with 3 small children the attacks (which they were but who knew) became so bad that I began to do Quualude's and a six pack until I passed out. I finally sought medical help because I was afraid I would become unable to care for my children. The doctor put me on Lithium. And the rabbit hole got deeper. I was simply shutting down. Period. When I was 27 I packed what a 69 mustang would hold and my kids and fled the nightmares and drugs and alcohol and travelled non-stop for 48 hours to my Sister's thinking at least she would care for my kids... I did not plan on living in this thing any more.
The second night, then the third, then a week, then two... Blessed silence in my sleep state. As I became more rested I opened up to my Sister a little at a time. We weren't best friends nor particularly close... sometimes down right adversaries. As my story unfolded over many hours, my Sister became paler and paler and paler... soon she was adding facts and details that she could not have known... but she did... because she had suffered the same exact horror's since she was very young. To the tiniest details.
That realization froze my blood in my marrow and I puked and puked and puked. And puked some more.
The next morning over coffee - still stunned - still struggling to understand - my Sister said "what are we going to do?" "well, I don't know about you but I'm gonna stop living because I just can't do this anymore... WON'T do this anymore". "So, she says... We're going to fight..." And from that moment on we understood this was NOT a dream thing... It was very VERY real... we were simply our weakest when we were asleep. The first thing we did was to study, then practice... LUCID Dreaming. That's no easy hobby to pick up but this was War. AND apparently the two of us together was not a venture these eI*II0!89343988349((*( wanted to undertake,
It took less time then you'd think. At first after much struggle we could wake ourselves up (usually) which meant that subconsciously we knew we were asleep -- then in a dream state - then able to control (some what) our role in the dream - body movements and such - and when we felt ready - we took the war to them. (Spirituallly) in dream time. Which by the way is wayyyyyyyyy better then in real time. The whatever/s fled when we pulled the grey cloaks from their faces - we won't speak of that here - or anywhere... and they never returned.
What it is often hard for people to understand is that these entities are NOT ghosts and Spiritual Warfare come's slinking in many forms from the stench and muck of that river. And the horrors I witnessed in those dreams is nothing, NOTHING compared to what I witnessed here - in real time. Crawling up from the ground and from under rocks and boulders and all dark places. Spiritual Warfare SUCKS.... heck, even coming to the knowledge it IS sucks... but it is not ghost and spirits you are fighting - it's - well... pray you don't have to define this thing - EVER.
All have given you good advice here. But I will add - before it is done you will Stand on one side or the other and boy - all but the arrogant will take one glimpse and start girding themselves with the Powers and Weapons of The Light cause a glimpse will turn a piece of your soul to stone dead dead dead - to actually LOOK on the face of evil is to forfeit your soul period.
My truth is all I can offer you - Be Still and KNOW That He is God - and this... this is the Ancient of Ancients you deal with - not Native American Spirits... Learn to discern because you will not be able to tell a book from it's cover - You are now walking through The Shadow of The Valley of Death - if you chose to believe otherwise, find someone that CAN believe a priest MIGHT be learned enough to help. And get on your knee's and pray pray pray. For Wisdom in the matter.
Peace Be Upon Your House and Protection Surround You and Yours
Until The Lily Comes