I. A good bit of time ago, in 2015, I was, through a little practice, able to sense and feel my body’s magnetic field and the exertion that infiltrates myself and everyone else. I could hold what “vibe” so to speak I put under, so long as it was true to my stream of consciousness. I could expose a variety of colours, sentiments, and goal, through merely touch. regrettably, hour were tough while I was a logger working with a sociopath and my best friend. The sociopath was my best friend’s parent. They were also both spiritually aware. Well, we can skip onward a bit. I was in a bad home and feeling insecure about my ability to defend myself and the ones I cherish. I attained myself a beacon to be communed with by anything misery, potent, and willing to make a deal. I attained the errors of present the one who answered the call the ability to feed off my substantial pit of energy in exchange for the strength to fight off any physical menaces that may come my method. Time went on and i forgot about it.

II. I had a some oral altercations. This started simply with friends. It eventually stewed over to me having an argument with a friend and I reacted too harshly. I immediately recalled the drunken deal I had become. I was certain that the parameters of this contract were not what I thought they were and I demanded out. That’s when the creepy-crawly shit started. I would be on long drives on country roads and I could assert the whole time that someone was pulped up against the back of the driver’s fanny of my gondola and accommodating a pierce to my neck. I knew who it was too. The spirit was familiar. At least at that time, the entity didn’t have any control over me. We were separate. I would feel that familiar dismay in surprising neighbourhoods and at different lengths. This went on for some time, but it gradually dropped until it seemed to cease.

III. About six months down the road from stimulating the “deal”, I was at a particularly low-toned site. I “re no longer” a Logger. after a brief stint couch surfing, I find myself acting as an electrical apprentice, living with a family of alcoholic gypsies. I laid my honcho down to rest in the trailer between the barn and the house. I had been standing there for at least a few months by this time. I got mildly intoxicated with my “roommates” and decided, as I typically did, to call it an early night. Just as I began to fall asleep, I could cuss I were of the view that familiar perniciou attendance reached my toes and slowly creep up. It began consuming more and more of me. It was at my shoulders now and in my passive mood, it pussyfooted up my cervix, and across the bass of my skull. When it reached the crown of my president, something stunning happened. At what seemed like the exact moment I was both about to be fully taken and fall asleep, a blind golden and lily-white vicinity stroked the last iota of me. It required my entire field of view. I pushed back the darkness in a manor that seemed effortless. it propagandized past my toes at whatever had been trying to take advantage of my faded arrange for eradicated from the area. As soon as it was done I fell down a deep sleep. I woke the following morning an I felt strong; ready for anything. I threw on my job clothes and gathered the necessary tools for the day and opened the door of my trailer. I searched down to the step and participated a white feather, breast and centre. I was in shock for a moment, but I departed about my epoch. I didn’t feel anything from the malicious entity for quite a while after that.

So, I know this sounds bat shit crazy, but it is true to what I experienced. I left a multitude of details out and I too left out my theories about what I foresee really happened. If you have any questions, just ask. Sorry, I’m not a good writer. typos may be abundant.

TL ;D R I made a deal with a nighttime entity, eventually refused it, and then was saved by some other entity in my darkest hour.

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