Sunday, February 28, 2010

The Rest of the Floating Head story

I apologize for my lack of finishing this story, but sometimes you invite bad things when you dwell on them.

Anyway, so here I am starring at a floating head, it's smile chilling me. Just when I was getting ready to flee the room the head disappeared. I ran to my sliding glass door and closed the curtains. I was exhausted and unnerved. Why was this happening to me?

I decided I was too freaked out to go to sleep, so I lay on my bed (in my clothes) and left the light on. I figured I would just lay there until my heart and slowed down. I was just starting to relax when I felt myself become light as air. It was wonderful...until I opened my eyes and my nose was "touching" the ceiling. I started to freak out. But I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I was helpless. I then heard a low eerie chuckle in my ear. Entirely too close for comfort. I felt myself float up and down - this wasn't me floating up and down but someone/something making me float up and down. This experience seemed to last forever.

Trying to speak was exhausting it was as if I had marbles in my mouth and my throat was closed just allowing me to breath. I finally commanded to beast away and felt myself float back into my body. Did I mention this was an out of body experience. It was this experience that made me realize that whether I was in the dark or light if something wanted to manifest itself, it just would.
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My entire life has been touched by spirits. Whether they were good or bad, they always seemed to be in my life. My first recollection of a spirit helping me was when I was 3. It’s funny the things you remember when you are little. I have very few memories of that time in my life except for small snippets that don’t seem to have any great significance, and then there will be one that just stands out. It makes me wonder, if I had other experiences that I just blocked out. I don’t know if this is what I want to do, write about experience that have both elated and exhausted me. Even as I write the words I am taken aback, but I know deep down that I have to say it aloud. I have to share what I remember. It seems that time can fade the veracity of an experience. I am going to try to write about each experience as I remember it. Some of them are sweet, pure and innocent, and there are others that are not.

I don’t profess to be anything more than a regular person who has had some extraordinary experiences. I am not clairvoyant, I do not speak to spirits, I can only see them. I have faith in God and want you to know that it is this faith that saw me through the bad times and helped me to understand that even though He loves me, there are still dark forces swirling in this world.