A week or so ago, a Druid asked if I ever experienced truly terrifying entities, such as demons. Now, in all of my years of spirit work, I have yet to meet any real demons or devils. Not to say those types don't exist, but I haven't met them yet--from those who I know who have, they say that the demons ain't how the Christians paint them to be.
That tracks.
I personally believe in all entities, because they're real to someone, and it's not my job to decide what's real and what's not. There's still a lot that I don't know about the worlds and all the beings in it. So I try to not make assumptions.
I've met spirits who made the claim of demon, but they thought that I was a regular person who was afraid of those words. Weren't they in for a rude surprise! Turns out they were just a human spirit in a cheap Walmart devil costume.
Remember, spirits can lie. Sometimes they lie about what they are to scare you, either away or to feed on you. Some spirits are assholes and pranksters who enjoy a good scare, too.
Also Demon comes from old Greek Daimon, which simply means Spirit. Once upon a time, there was no distinction between Spirit and Deity. Even today, it's a blurred line.
And a lot of the demons and devils of the Christian pantheon are simply Pagan deities and spirits that they couldn't get rid of or turn into characters or saints or whatever, so they made them evil. Fearmongering. Lies.
Again, not saying demons and devils ain't real.
I've come into contact with many other kinds, though. Especially Astral Nasties, as I call em. Basically entities that can affect us from the astral or other worlds--sometimes they can "enter" through psychics unintentionally. I was working with one lady who didn't have control over her astral travels and sometimes brought back hitch hikers (after helping her gain some control, this doesn't happen anymore. I also taught her how to banish and protect her home jic).
They may have specific names, but I've never asked. I get called to cleanse and a bless a home, to help a family, and yes, sometimes even fight a nasty entity. I don't usually have time to ask questions before the entity tries to attack me.
Yes, I have fought my fair share of nasty incorporeal beings.
But I wasn't always a badass spirit worker. When I was younger, I had some terrifying encounters. Once I got older, more knowledgeable, stronger, and with more friends on the Other Side, most nasty spirits tend to leave me alone.
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Little Girl
When I when I was a child, I was tormented by a spirit that I called Little Girl. Things with her got really bad when my mom moved into a house that had a lot of spirit activity. Funny enough, the spirits were most active when we'd watch scary movies. They'd made all kinds of racket upstairs and on the stairs. Everyone, even visitors, could hear them. More than once, they'd throw bottles around in the bathroom. Upon investigation, sometimes there would be a mess and sometimes not.
Windows would shatter, but be fine.
Doors would slam.
Cabinets would open.
Things would move.
If you were downstairs, you'd always hear them on the stairs or walking or running, stomping upstairs. They wanted us to know they were there. This wasn't just a creaky old house settling. This place was fuckin haunted! To this day, it's the second most haunted place that I've lived in, and I have spirits around me almost all the time. What most considered "paranormal" is my normal.
When I was 11, I finally got to move in with my mom, that's when the Little Girl got worse.
Once night, a cousin of mine--who's also sensitive to spirits--was spending the night. My room had two twin beds--one for me and one for my brother. I slept in the bed closest to the door--across from it so I could see out into the lit hallway, because I was still afraid of the dark (traumatic childhood and haunted-as-fuck house).
At one point, I woke up to see my cousin standing in the doorway. She was wearing an old timey, frilly nightgown that she wasn't wearing before we went to bed. And she was glowing. The light from the hallway was coming through her. I pulled the covers over my head and went back to sleep.
In the morning, my cousin described what I had seen, only it was me standing there.
Nah, it was Little Girl.
From there on, Little Girl messed with me. Scared me on purpose in a variety of ways, like violently moving doors and other things. Appearing as a shadow with red eyes on the ceiling of my room. She was an abusive asshole.
When I'd tell my parents, it made them uncomfortable, but they'd say it's just my imagination. My parents knew that house was full, but they didn't want to admit it to us. They didn't want to give it a name, I guess. My mom was psychic, too--she didn't want to be, and so whenever undeniable paranormal shit would happen, you could tell she was rattled by it, but she'd either try to ignore or say it was the wind. I knew better. I'm psychic, too--she knew what was happening. She tried to pick denial over truth. (I didn't realize that my mom was psychic until a year or so ago, when my aunt told me. Psychic ability runs in my family, but is stronger on my mom's side. Mom never wanted the ability, but the ability didn't care about her wants. Looking back, a lot of things made sense).
A couple of years later, we moved far away from that old house. For a while the new place had very little spirit activity. One day I was laying on my bed, on my back, with my head hanging over the mattress, facing my TV screen--which was off. The window was opposite of my TV (one of those old box tvs)--day time, blinds open, sunlight pouring through.
I don't know what caught my attention, but I looked at the reflection in the TV screen and saw Little Girl pass left to right, in front of my window. Scared the absolute shit out of me! I rolled off the bed and ran down stairs. From that point on, Little Girl got physical with me. She would often push me around my room. I'd wake up with bruises and cuts, too. For many years, I had a phobia of dark reflections and dark mirrors.
A few months later, we moved into a brand new house, with only the House Spirit at first, and the ancestral ones who followed us. For a while it didn't seem like Little Girl followed. I had experiences with other spirits in the house. Once night, I was supposed to be asleep, but couldn't turn my brain off. I laid there singing softly. An older woman's voice came from my closed closet: "SHHHHHH! Go to sleep!" It wasn't my mom's voice. I shut up, rolled over, and hid under my blanket!
Another time, as I laid in my bed, again, unable to sleep, that I heard a man's voice loudly, urgently whisper in my ear, "I'm going to die!" Scared the shit out of me--I turned on the light on my night stand real quick! The weird thing about this experience, was that the next day, a guy a couple of houses down from ours, had killed himself with a gun that morning. My room was up on the second floor, so its not like I heard it from outside. His voice was in my ear!
My bed also vibrated a lot, and it wasn't unusual for a spirit to sit or climb into the bed with me (still isn't, to be honest).
Nor was it unusual to hear someone going up and down the basement steps, or open and close the basement door. The basement activity was just worse somehow, you know? Basement are creepy.
One night, I was alone in the house. I was upstairs, headphones blaring in my ears. Something scared me so much that I got up off the floor, sat on my bed, and squeezed my eyes shut, and held the headphones harder to my head. Through the loud music, Little Girl screamed, "LOOK AT ME!"
I looked up into large, furious eyes!
I threw off my headphones, grabbed my cordless phone, and ran down stairs. All around me doors and cabinets were opening and slamming closed. Objects were vibrating. There were sounds of objects and glass shattering (but they weren't).
Sobbing, I called my cousin--both she and her mom are psychic and they could also hear the chaos happening on my end. They gave me a prayer to say aloud, and when I did everything stopped.
The next day, with their instructions, I anointed all doorways and windows with olive oil, speaking an incantation to ward our home against negative entities. It worked. We still had spirit activity, but I believe that was the last time I saw Little Girl. I honestly didn't experience another violent spirit like her until 2014, when we moved into my grandmother's house (which is the most haunted house that I've ever lived in, BUT was also able to heal before we moved out).
Years later, stronger and more knowledgeable, with a kickass Spirit Team, I've wondered about that Little Girl. Who and what was she? What was her fuckin problem? Why me? I've tried divining for answers, but they weren't very helpful. I may never know. Sometimes you just run into Spirit Bullies, ya know?
Spirits like Little Girl are one of the reasons why I put myself in harms way to help people. She tormented me when I was a little kid and I couldn't do anything about it. She wasn't a physical person, she had no address, no parents, no school. My parents didn't believe me when I told them about her. Luckily I did have my aunt and cousin. Not everyone has someone like them.
This Seiðkona and Völva is proficient in protection magiks and healing...for myself, my family, and my community. I help and try to teach people how to help themselves, and not give their power away to bullies--corporeal or incorporeal.
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