When I was a young teen I had a close encounter with a demon. No drugs, pills or alchohol and I was wide awake during the middle of the day. It was real. I can't impress that enough. After seeing something like that you can't help but believe in God. If evil exists without good...what then?
It was partly due to my own foolishness. It touched my shoulder and pulled me around and looked into my eyes. From the corner of my eyes I saw it. I don't know exactly how to describe it. It might have been what you might have expected to see from a fairytale. But what I do remember clearly is the eyes and evil grin. It was a demon. I sensed that it might have been 'thee' demon. But I was able to send it back to nothingness with one word I cried out... "No!" and it was gone. There was no poof or cloud of smoke. What had been there only a moment ago was simply gone. I didn't need garlic cloves or crosses. I realized it only had the power it was given.
Afterwards I vowed never again to evoke evil. But that was just the beginning of my eyes being opened to an unknown world.
All through my teenage years and into my early 20s I was tormented by continual and sometimes daily bouts of [url="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis"]Sleep Paralysis[/url]. But I didn't know at the time what it was. I saw shadows, spirits, aliens. They weren't real but I didn't know that. But these constant attacks from a seemingly unkown perils were what I think was the trigger that caused my mind to open up. After many successive attacks of SP I finally tried to lash out and defend myself with the only avenue that was available to my paralyzed body...my mind. When it happened the first time I broke out of the SP and went directly into a dream/vision. It was like something had popped inside of me. That was how it started.
Later I began having strange experiences. I exhibited telepathy which I was able to confirm and in what was perhaps the most shocking, while I was day-dreaming one day I suddenly had a vivid vision of a friend making a wax candle that was a hobby of hers, that seemed too utterly real. In the vision I imagined a pair of hands clasping around my friend's hands. Then it broke away. The next day I asked her if anything strange had happened to her around the time that I had the strange dream. Her eyes grew wide and she said yes...she told me she had been making a candle and her hands had suddenly become stuck together and she had been unable to move them for a good minute. Then she told me she somehow had known it was me.
And again...that was just the beginning of it all.
I began keeping a journal of my experiences and writing them down. I would learn new things and I would write down what I had done and was able to later replicate them the exact same way.
Most of these things I can't do on demand. They take a lot of focus and concentration. There's not a whole lot of people I can sit down and talk with about this type of stuff. If it hadn't happened to me first, I probably would never have truly believed it. I can understand how other people would be skeptic as well.
I've been studying and researching paranormal, occult, and psionics ever since these experiences began happening to me. I've found that many things referred to as magic rituals can be adapated into mental rituals as it were. The same results can be obtained without drawing pentagrams and calling forth the powers of nature.
I'm not here to glorify myself as some sort of great and powerful Oz because I am not and despite numerous boastings from many claiming to have awesome supernatural powers I have yet to see a mortal man or woman who could truly claim such an honor. I am simply here to learn, study, and to share what I can.
Now despite all that seriousness I am in fact a very light-hearted, fun and out-going person believe it or not. I don't wear black trenchcoats in July or talk about life as every minute of it were depressing and how everyone is out to get me. Too cliche right?
But there are some things you can't unsee and you can't un-know. It does take a little bit of the mindless mirth out of life but would I take it back? Probably not. Before all these things happened I wanted to believe there was more mystery to the world and well, I sure got it.
Today, I continue to search for the small truths that are buried in stories and lies and false accounts. I feel like I'm looking for something although I'm not quite sure what it is but I'll know when I find it.
I believe everyone has little pieces of a much greater puzzle. Alone they are little or nothing. When you have enough pieces you discover a little bit of the puzzle but at the same time you realize that the puzzle is much greater than you first imagined...
Those are what I'm looking for. Your puzzle pieces.