Meeting the Devil: My ESP story Part III

As I promised, I am sharing a specific account that changed my life forever. I have had paranormal experiences trough out my life. Actually I am the only one in my generation to have it, at least in such wide spectrum. I got married, had kids, and went to college and studied Natural Sciences and majored in Emergency RN. I will leave out what led up to this specific account. But maybe will write about them on other hub.

At this point I have lived a very difficult life. Mostly with my health, and this affected everything else. My heart and Kidneys have been affected a lot due to my Lupus. So after two heart attacks and a stroke before I was 23 years old, makes you reconsider a lot of things. Unfortunally, I have the curse to absorb emotions from others good or bad. An empath. This always played a big role in my relationship with people. Mainly because their moods, became my moods. This was very disturbing specially when someone was worried ,sad or angry.

Death has walked with me since I was a little girl. Apart from helping others around me to cope with death, me being a Registered Nurse and grief counselor has given me an insight into what others percieved as spiritual gifts and death. Where I come from; ghosts and spirits are part of everyday life.

A belief this strong can and will influence the persons opinion in regards to any experience. For years I kept myself outside of the radar of others seeking for a reading or to channel a dead relative. It worked up to a certain extent. My family and I were still experiencing phenomena. But we learned to ignore it.

Was my next door neighbor that opened the door that made me believe, that there was an invisible evil in this plane. I have encountered bad people, even felt what hate can do to a spirit, but up until then I never knew that I would face a demonic entity.

It was about 9:45 pm. I was already in bed, but couldn’t sleep. I rushed to the door, I did not wanted the kids to wake up. It was my next door neighbor, she was talking in her cell, she was crying. I felt my heart drop to my feet. She handed me the phone, I answered. It was her mother, Mrs. D asking me to come over to her home to see her 63 year old husband. I knew he was dying, pancreatic cancer. As a nurse I knew what was coming. But was a little confused to why.

I told her that If he was getting worst she had to call 911. Then she preceded to say that it had nothing to do with that. Now I was completely lost.-”He wants to talk to you in person”-she said-” we already sent the taxi cab over. I cant tell you why. But you have to come here.”

I don't know this man in person, I said hello to his wife twice that's it ! I wasn't too happy going over there, as we reached the home of my neighbor’s parents I had a chilling felling going down my spine. Mrs. D was waiting for us in the front lawn. As I got out of the cab, pulling over my shoulder my backpack, there was a thick tension in the air. To me this was a complementary nurse visit. To my surprise, the reason for me being there that night became evident as soon as I crossed the gate.

I learned to keep to myself anything in the environment that came from the spirit realm. The space was very crowded, good and bad, a tug war. As I reached the front door, my feet refused to move further. I then asked Mrs. D, Why her husband wanted to see me. She took my hand in hers and told me that her husband was seeing black shadows beside his bed. My analytical mind did a holistic medical questionnaire to ask her in 5 seconds flat.

When I reached for my bag, she proceeded to explain why was I called. - He said that the big shadow asked for you to come and tell him why they were here.- As she dragged me inside, There was no air, I was overwhelmed by fear and sadness. I could not think strait all the emotions in that room hit me in the pit of my stomach. I started to weep. Her 63 yer old husband was across the room walking towards me. But I shifted my attention to a bedroom nearby, their room. In the back ground I hear them talking.

I went to the room,walk to a nearby end table with a bible on top of it. This were very devoted pentecostal folk. I knew little about how they felt about this things, if at all. Doing a 360 in that room I became terrified. As they started to explain what they though was going on. I reached for the bible. Holding my poker face I preceded to smile and suggested to perform a simple reading of the psalms. I was facing a closet covered with a white sheet, midway through the 25 psalm the sheet started to wrinkle and contract. Needless to say that The two women started to cry.

At that point I was starting to panic, I closed the bible and started to address what I knew was there. I don't recall what i said but, my throat started to close , I was being choked. the pressure was incredible.To the point that i could not breathe or emit any sound.The room became smaller, I thought I was going to pass out. What it seams like seconds later; I was sitting on a chair outside the home.

Mrs. D was there with a glass of water. She was silent for awhile. I felt embarrassed for passing out in her bedroom, so I wanted to apologized for it. Her face was a mask of tears and worry. Then very slowly proceded to tell me what happened in that room for over half an hour.

“Do you remember that we were reading from the book of psalms. things in the room started to move, fall. I was about to loose it when something started to choke you! We saw how your neck was getting smaller, your eyes were bulging out and you gasped for air. Then, as I came closer, your face became distorded while grabbing your neck. You pushed the bible in my chest and ordered me to keep reading, in a deep male voice. With a weird accent. I don't know how much of the bible you know, but you were reciting it. That was not you...”

I was about to stand up, but I still was tired and nauseous. But I couldn't speak. My neck and my head were killing me. I hated to be in that kind of position.

Asking for a pen and paper, I asked if everything was OK. She nodded. I was afraid to ask anything else. Merely because I did not wanted to be in the position to tell them that the hour was near for him to go and that there were others waiting for that to happen. her husband was dying . They were not prepared for this to come to pass.

This was not the first time that this happened to me. But it was the first time that I felt like a puppet. According to this three people, whatever came to me that night was fighting for me, for all of us. What I lacked, it delivered. Mrs. D gave me a white shall she had made for a charity at her church and a rosary. Yeap. I looked at it with a frown, I thought only catholic people used these. The whole family are Pentecostal. She sensed my confusion, and explained that faith even in an object can protect you when you believe.

We took a cab back home. It was already 2 am so I went to bed with the street clothes on, my new shall and holding the rosary. I blacked out. The next morning, as I opened my eyes, I noticed that I had let go of the rosary. So as I got up from bed, feeling like a train just ran over me, I place my feet in the ground feeling a pressure in my left foot. when I look down there it was, the rosary, wrapped around my left ankle...

I still try not to think about what happened that night. Things got more complicated. Something was loose and we became the target. I even moved a couple of months later from the building. It became too uncomfortable for me after Mr. D died. And I was running out of ways to deny and cover up what happened. that night. I wish someone could explain to me why me? I was never interested in this curse. I never wanted to see and feel this entity again,ever.