Shortly after my awakening, I didn’t sleep for nine nights. I’d cut back on the drinking for months but started partying again once summer came along. There was always something to do, somewhere to go, someone or something to celebrate. Taking a break from alcohol and then suddenly drinking the way I used to must have been an invitation for these low vibrational entities to enter my space again.
Maybe numb people, like I was, never notice these negative attachments. I was repairing my energetic field, so it was easy for these energies to make themselves known this time. I had sleep paralysis in the past, but not often. This time was like Nightmare on Elm Street.
I was so tired that I felt like I was losing my mind, yet I was too afraid to sleep. However, I realize this was a pivotal moment in my spiritual evolution. I can sense when sleep paralysis is coming, which adds another element of fright. It’s like I’m suddenly yet slowly going up a roller coaster against my will.
I’m trying to get off the ride but can’t. I’m stuck and going up, T-bar locked. I’m entirely aware that I’m falling asleep. I pass through a tunnel and see a veil.
Before this, I’d never seen the veil or been conscious of falling asleep. Usually, I’d fall asleep, dream, and wake up. And I could wake myself up if I caught myself drifting off. I CAN’T WAKE UP during sleep paralysis, though!
The veil looks beautiful, but what’s waiting for me on the other side isn’t. The best way I can describe this veil is that it looks like a curtain of white lights that sparkle. Now, I can astral project and be completely conscious of moving from one place to another, but I’ve only seen this veil when it involves sleep paralysis. After I go through the cover of twinkling lights, I’m back in my room.
I’m lying in my bed in the same position I fell asleep. I feel a heavy, dark presence that terrifies me. I try to wake up, but I can’t move or speak. This part is common for people who have experienced sleep paralysis.
For nine nights, I was greeted by what looked like various ghosts. They came to me one at a time, some multiple nights in a row. They were white, grayish, and not completely solid, although I wouldn’t classify them as “shadow beings” (I’ve seen those, too). I could also tell what gender they were.
They looked as if they’d crawled up from their graves, deceased and disheveled in appearance. They’d laugh when I’d try to scream. One male even tried taking off my underwear! On the seventh night, I asked someone to sleep with me because I was so scared.
A female spirit saw them and motioned as if she’d choke them. I was able to yelp, “Help,” so thankfully, this person is a light sleeper. They woke me up and asked if I was okay. As I told them what happened, they interrupted and asked if my eyes were closed.
I thought that was odd since it was dark, but perhaps they could see because of the moonlight. I told them they were open, and they said my eyes looked completely black. They got scared and turned on the lights. They grabbed my cat, placed him on my stomach, and left the room.
So far, I’d spent seven nights going through a continuous cycle of falling asleep, going through the veil, having an encounter, waking up, and repeating until the sun came up. That night, I’d gone through multiple cycles until they placed my cat on me. Then, like MAGIC, I was able to sleep for two hours! In the morning, I realized I hadn’t had another encounter.
That got me wondering if I had more power over this situation than my exhausted brain and fear allowed me to believe. Animal lovers will tell you that animals have better energy than most people. We also know that animals can detect frequencies, wavelengths, and odors that human ears, eyes, and noses can’t. I now felt validated that these weren’t nightmares.
My cat sensed this negative entity and protected me with his positive energy! Later, the Instagram gods showed me two memes that confirmed this. One was how dogs protect the physical realm while cats protect the spiritual realm. The other was an esoteric description of alcohol.
The post explained how alcohol lowers your frequency. When you drink, lower-dimensional entities can attach themselves to you. That’s why alcohol is called a “spirit.” It made sense, seeing as how this all started once I started drinking heavily again.
I went to work later in the evening, and my lack of sleep was apparent to everyone. Two people didn’t show up for their shift, and it was busy. I was on the edge of a meltdown and was sent home after the rush. As I drove on the freeway, I thought, I’m going to die if I don’t get some sleep. So, to hell with it. Come and get me! I was able to pass out as soon as I got home.
I went to bed with such mental and physical exhaustion that it allowed my fear to subside. When I returned to my room, I saw the same woman from the night before. She tried to scare me, but I didn’t care. I actually made a joke out of it!
I don’t recall what I said, but she looked bewildered. It took her off guard that I was being silly. I continued to chat, but she didn’t reply. I woke up the following morning, only having gone through that one episode.
On the ninth night, I quickly went to bed and through the veil. The same woman was waiting for me when I returned. This time, she was chatty! Although I don’t remember the specifics of our conversation, it was light, and we were laughing. She had a different energy now- it was like we were friends!
I woke up in the morning, and my sleep paralysis was gone. I’ve only had one incident since then. Coincidentally (although once you’ve opened up to the spirit world, you cease to believe in coincidences), it was on Halloween, which was also a full moon, and I drank. The visitor that night looked like Gollum’s twin from Lord of the Rings.
Right after this, I realized three things. This experience showed me I had more power than the media and religion, and my parents had led me to believe I had. The other was that I had to take another huge step in upping my frequency. Soon after thinking this, something happened that caused me to miss my doctor’s appointment.
That appointment was to renew my Adderall prescription. I couldn’t get in for over a month, so I’d detoxed from it by then. The comedown from almost a decade of Adderall addiction was so bad I knew I never wanted to go through that again. The last thing I realized was that I had opened a door that couldn’t be closed. It was more than taking the “red pill” now, and I was excited.
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