The Spiritualist (Beyond Fantasy Explained)
I am a spiritualist but most of my friends don't know that about me.
I often mention my guardians in my writings. The positive and negative energies that push and pull on everything, causing all things to have a continuous movement even though by the naked eye it appears to be still. The red orbs orbiting my silhouette like a hedge of protection or field of positive force, maybe a mental flaw or truth of something I saw... and still see.
"God is a Spirit and those that worship Him must worship Him in Spirit and in truth." (John 4:24) I was in my early 20's when I read this verse from the Bible, but I had already understood and experienced this regularly for years. I had been alone so often that the only real friend I knew was my Lord. I didn't have any people friends until I was at least 13.
I forever lived in my brother's shadow so I often went unseen. Off to myself talking to the Spirits or what I believe to be Angels and past family members watching over us. Some say it's just our consciousness talking, a form of subconscious thoughts that know the difference from right and wrong.
Some just don't believe at all, but I know that is not the complete truth.
The first time it happened I was really young, two or maybe three, I woke up in the middle of the night, alone in the dark, in fear of what I couldn't see. I reclosed my eyes but the silence only reminded me that I was utterly alone or so I thought. I then heard a soft voice calling my name and I felt a presence standing beside me.
I was afraid of the presence, but it was not that I felt it would hurt me, it was more so a respectful understanding. I said "Lord, I'm not ready, I don't know what to do." Even my response was odd, ready for what exactly, teaching people how to be weird? The presence smiled and then dissipated into endless red obs. I quickly drew the covers over my head only to see that under them the orbs followed, they were everywhere.
My room lit up bright enough to see it was safe. There was nothing to fear, the orbs covered everything including me. I was warm and felt comfort, all my fears were removed. I was no longer alone in the dark, the silence had lost its bite. I laid there for a second before I began to cry, because I was so happy. I said the prayer my mother taught me. "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to the Lord my soul He'll keep, and if I die before I wake, I pray to the Lord my soul He'll take Amen." I then thanked the Spirit for comforting me and I fell asleep.
A guy killed himself in county jail, I pleaded with his spirit before he moved on. He couldn't find peace he was hurt plagued from disbelief and disappointment. His spirit cried out it woke me from my sleep I got off my rack in my single man cell, only to see another guy up in a sweat. He had a look of terror on his face he said "I just had a nightmare that a guy was telling me to kill myself because my woman wanted another man."
I told him to "pray and go back to bed everything will be fine in the morning." In the morning they found the guy from our dreams dead in his cell he committed suicide because his fiancé cut ties from him.
One night an angry spirit followed me home, it threw me down a flight of stairs. I was awaken by a beautiful light that led me into my mother's basement bathroom. My forehead split open to the bone, blood was everywhere, I still have the scar as proof.
Another night, me and one of my friends were possessed, this was the first time. The control the spirit had over us put fear in the eyes of our friends, we should have stayed away from Eliicott City's "Creepy college" or "The Hell House" as some would call it.
My brother's grandmother came to visit us the day after her funeral. She carried a happy anniversary balloon from my parents bedroom and held it in front of the doorway to the kitchen where our family was eating dinner. I said "look grandma said happy anniversary."
What makes this event so special is that when grandma came down the steps leading from my parents bedroom. She tripped the fire alarm, so as we went to react to it sounding, we seen the balloon floating in the center of the doorway. I don't think she wanted to die around their anniversary, so maybe it was her way of saying "I love You I'm here."
There was a guy that lost his son while he was here in prison. The guy attached himself to me. I cooked and console him he would cry at random his son there at his side. I noticed him, only after he tapped my shoulder. When I turned around he ran knocking my washcloth from off the under bar of the rack. I don't think anyone else noticed it, but I think he just wanted to thank me for comforting his father.
It appears to be clear,
being in tune make you see,
what might seem invisible,
So what is a spirit?
The Lord knows best
so know that its truth
a treasure filled chest
for me and you.
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