While I loved my apt, and my 'roommate' Cecile, in time there was something else in the Apt... I started noticing these two 'black' things... entities if you will. When I say they were black, that's not quite right, not so much black as devoid of light or colour. They were apparently seen by others, including my boyfriend at the time but this was only known to me after I moved out as they were afraid to mention at the time, they didn't want to freak me out.
I would see these things travel around the apt, mostly in the living room and my bedroom. They seemed to travel up and down the walls, across the floors and ceilings. Their routes were rather erratic, and fast. they'd scurry out of your field of vision and then appear on the other side in less than the blink of an eye. Poe (my cat) seemed to see them as well because I'd see his head move to match their movements. He became rather skittish. And Cecile seemed to be appearing less and less.
I never quite got a perfect view of them but then as I said their movements were very fast and the path they took was seldom a straight line. And at any rate it was not a solid colour, rather absence of light that flowed around them.
Then on one occasion in mid October, these two things I believe, attempted to possess me. One night I felt an extremely cold shaft of air pour down onto my head while laying in bed. When I would turn on the lights to see if the window was open or the ceiling fan were on the cold air would stop. When I'd turn the lights off again the cold air would came back.
I panicked. I'd never experienced this before. I didn't know what to do so I left the lights on while I thought. I decided that I'd have to confront this 'head on' and so when I shut off the light again I decided that as soon as I felt the cold air again I'd envision a miniature version of my self inside my head and picture it pushing up against the top of my head where the cold air was landing. This went on for quite some time, all the while I was thinking (very much like the scene in Lord of the Rings where Gandalf states so emphatically "You. Shall. Not. Pass." After what seemed like twenty minutes the cold air stopped. I sighed deeply, and soon fell asleep into a deep deep sleep.
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For Hallowe'en that year, friends and I went to a restaurant (L'Entité II) This was a restaurant that had a side room with 3-4 psychics, fortune tellers or card readers etc. If you ordered off the table d'hote, you received a free reading. Your waiter/waitress would tell you when it was your turn and then you'd go to the side room and sit down in front of the available reader.
When it was my turn I sat down at the table at the far right of the room. Across from me was a Tarot card reader that instructed me that I'd have one question and that while shuffling the cards I should think of my question to myself. Then when done I should place the deck of cards down, split the deck into three and then ask the question aloud. I said to her, if it was ok with her, that I'd rather not speak my question aloud (This being my standard, not too skeptical, but rather caution mode of asking questions when speaking with a psychic/tarot card reader/fortune teller etc) She said that was fine, which I found comforting because when they put up a fuss it's because they typically don't know what they're doing and will answer your question based on what they think you want to hear.
So I shuffled my cards and thought about my ailing Grandmother, wanting to know how she was doing and if her time was drawing near. when I placed the deck of cards down and then split the deck in three. When she turned over the cards she looked at them and then looked at me with a rather worried look on her face. This did not look good.
She looked back at the cards for a moment and then back at me. Then she said that these cards were not about my question. She said while I thought that what I asked was rather important and urgent, the cards knew better. She said that what I was asking about was not a worry and that all was fine -and indeed my grandmother lived for almost another 4 years in relative health and peace. Then she continued and said that she was gravely concerned about where I was living and that she feared for my safety. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. She was talking not about the neighbourhood I lived, worries of a fire or break-in; no, she was referring to 'them'. She said I had two choices and that I'd better choose quickly, time was not my friend at the moment. She said either pack up and move out as soon as I could, or stay and fight. She said if I needed she could refer me to a friend that could offer some advice on what to do, should I decide to stay. I thanked her but said I already knew what to do, I just didn't realize that it was that urgent. I mentioned I'd go to Melange Magique in the morning and get what I needed. She nodded and smiled and wish me strength.
Returning to the table in the main room I was surprised I didn't see what was coming... Oct 31st. Samhain... Pagan New Year when the veil between this world and the next is at it's thinnest. Laugh if you want but I knew then and there that by that night either I'd be out of the apt or they would.
The next morning I made a bee-line for Melange, picked up some salt, some chalk and the biggest sage smudge stick I could find. I returned to the apt and proceeded with preforming every protective spell and or banishment spell I could find in all my books. And when I ran out of those I made some up on the spot. By the time I was through you could barely see a thing the smoke was so think from the smudge stick. What you could see however were whit chalk pentagrams over ever window, every door, every electrical outlet, over sinks and toilet and drains. Anything the led in or out of the apartment had been spiritually sealed shut. I'd never focused so much on warding a place in my life but now was the time, if ever.
Midnight October 31st came and went and I soon realized that all the purification, protective, banishing and warding spells I had preformed had seem to have done the job. The negative activity ceased, I didn't see or feel the two 'things' any more. Poe seemed calmer and Cecile remained and returned to her more frequent visits and playing with Poe, much to my happiness.
I hope I never encounter such an event in my life again, but if I do, I'm ready.
I would see these things travel around the apt, mostly in the living room and my bedroom. They seemed to travel up and down the walls, across the floors and ceilings. Their routes were rather erratic, and fast. they'd scurry out of your field of vision and then appear on the other side in less than the blink of an eye. Poe (my cat) seemed to see them as well because I'd see his head move to match their movements. He became rather skittish. And Cecile seemed to be appearing less and less.
I never quite got a perfect view of them but then as I said their movements were very fast and the path they took was seldom a straight line. And at any rate it was not a solid colour, rather absence of light that flowed around them.
Then on one occasion in mid October, these two things I believe, attempted to possess me. One night I felt an extremely cold shaft of air pour down onto my head while laying in bed. When I would turn on the lights to see if the window was open or the ceiling fan were on the cold air would stop. When I'd turn the lights off again the cold air would came back.
I panicked. I'd never experienced this before. I didn't know what to do so I left the lights on while I thought. I decided that I'd have to confront this 'head on' and so when I shut off the light again I decided that as soon as I felt the cold air again I'd envision a miniature version of my self inside my head and picture it pushing up against the top of my head where the cold air was landing. This went on for quite some time, all the while I was thinking (very much like the scene in Lord of the Rings where Gandalf states so emphatically "You. Shall. Not. Pass." After what seemed like twenty minutes the cold air stopped. I sighed deeply, and soon fell asleep into a deep deep sleep.
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For Hallowe'en that year, friends and I went to a restaurant (L'Entité II) This was a restaurant that had a side room with 3-4 psychics, fortune tellers or card readers etc. If you ordered off the table d'hote, you received a free reading. Your waiter/waitress would tell you when it was your turn and then you'd go to the side room and sit down in front of the available reader.
When it was my turn I sat down at the table at the far right of the room. Across from me was a Tarot card reader that instructed me that I'd have one question and that while shuffling the cards I should think of my question to myself. Then when done I should place the deck of cards down, split the deck into three and then ask the question aloud. I said to her, if it was ok with her, that I'd rather not speak my question aloud (This being my standard, not too skeptical, but rather caution mode of asking questions when speaking with a psychic/tarot card reader/fortune teller etc) She said that was fine, which I found comforting because when they put up a fuss it's because they typically don't know what they're doing and will answer your question based on what they think you want to hear.
So I shuffled my cards and thought about my ailing Grandmother, wanting to know how she was doing and if her time was drawing near. when I placed the deck of cards down and then split the deck in three. When she turned over the cards she looked at them and then looked at me with a rather worried look on her face. This did not look good.
She looked back at the cards for a moment and then back at me. Then she said that these cards were not about my question. She said while I thought that what I asked was rather important and urgent, the cards knew better. She said that what I was asking about was not a worry and that all was fine -and indeed my grandmother lived for almost another 4 years in relative health and peace. Then she continued and said that she was gravely concerned about where I was living and that she feared for my safety. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. She was talking not about the neighbourhood I lived, worries of a fire or break-in; no, she was referring to 'them'. She said I had two choices and that I'd better choose quickly, time was not my friend at the moment. She said either pack up and move out as soon as I could, or stay and fight. She said if I needed she could refer me to a friend that could offer some advice on what to do, should I decide to stay. I thanked her but said I already knew what to do, I just didn't realize that it was that urgent. I mentioned I'd go to Melange Magique in the morning and get what I needed. She nodded and smiled and wish me strength.
Returning to the table in the main room I was surprised I didn't see what was coming... Oct 31st. Samhain... Pagan New Year when the veil between this world and the next is at it's thinnest. Laugh if you want but I knew then and there that by that night either I'd be out of the apt or they would.
The next morning I made a bee-line for Melange, picked up some salt, some chalk and the biggest sage smudge stick I could find. I returned to the apt and proceeded with preforming every protective spell and or banishment spell I could find in all my books. And when I ran out of those I made some up on the spot. By the time I was through you could barely see a thing the smoke was so think from the smudge stick. What you could see however were whit chalk pentagrams over ever window, every door, every electrical outlet, over sinks and toilet and drains. Anything the led in or out of the apartment had been spiritually sealed shut. I'd never focused so much on warding a place in my life but now was the time, if ever.
Midnight October 31st came and went and I soon realized that all the purification, protective, banishing and warding spells I had preformed had seem to have done the job. The negative activity ceased, I didn't see or feel the two 'things' any more. Poe seemed calmer and Cecile remained and returned to her more frequent visits and playing with Poe, much to my happiness.
I hope I never encounter such an event in my life again, but if I do, I'm ready.
