It comes
suddenly when it comes, a premonition, a forewarning of danger. Like a veil, a
light shadow falls over you. You look for it, but you can’t find it. There’s a
tightening of the throat, dryness on the tongue, the heart jumps. You get a chill,
you might even sweat some, making your t-shirt cold against your flesh. In most
cases you do not move, lest you run into whatever you fear. This gives you time
to figure out, try to figure out, the nature of the premonition, in some cases,
phenomena. You trust your instincts, or at least I do—and for me they are
better than my emotions, or thinking, when it involves trusting, especially when
it involves a mysterious force might be present!
So this one evening in my bedroom I had
been sitting on the edge of my bed thinking, it was half past ten O’clock, P.M.
The window is right over my bed, so you get the headlights of the cars passing
by, the ark lights on the sidewalks, the moon’s light from above, even when you
turn off your bedroom light, you have light, streaks of light, flashes of
light, and thus, I was striving to sense the imperative presence of the unseen
thing that I felt was threatening me, or should I say, the thing I felt
threatened by, since it never took that indomitable step; knowing all along,
those who love the Lord the most, are protected by the Lord the most, and on
the other hand, are more open to the aura of the hostile things of the
invisible and evil world, of the unseen, those from deep down in Tartarus, —that
walk the earth night and day, and in some cases I had already been made
manifest by such messengers, hence, I was very adjusted to their presence, my senses had been built
up over a long period of such discoveries in the past and this evening the atmosphere
had a cold feel to it, one I was familiar with.
Therefore, as I was saying I sat on the
edge of my bed, my body sensory receptors responding to the lights sensations
outside, being drawn in through the window; reflecting off the walls, and bed, lights throughout my small bedroom,
perhaps no more than 100-square feet,
total.
The eerie or creeping feeling over me,
that dominated the room, was like a dark cloud passing, a gloom as it were.
Something toying, if not menacing for the purpose of just menacing, to be
scary, to intimidate, was keeping me company. This smothering being seemed to
swallow up all the fresh and calm air in the room, made for a death appearance,
impelled for it.
How does one confront such danger,
unseen danger? I ask you the reader, think on this. I didn’t panic, my soul
told me: ‘…remain calm,’ a voice inside
my soul’s mind like a third mind, told me ‘…let the unfamiliar spirit, play its
game.’ Then all of a sudden a body’s backend, his rump or remnant, or rear-end,
sits next to me, it takes up a third of the bed, and the bed sinks, the
mattress sinks as if a giant being has sat next to me, with an indentation the
size of a small trunk of a car, per near eighteen inches deep, and if I had to
guess the weight of the being, it would be, surely it would be in the
four-hundred bracket. It had the perimeter of large round giant boulder. I dare
to look around, but I knew now the being was beside me, and most likely towered
above me perhaps close to the ceiling. I made believe not to be too interested
in the beings presence. I did examine the indention critically, turning the
thought over and over inside my head. All the time knowing the being was
looking at me, why else be there. Had the being took note of my slight
feigning, who’s to say. Had he listened
intently and heard my heavy breathing, I didn’t know of course, or take serious
note in. I was marveled more than scared: I mean, I wasn’t going to challenge
the creature, it’s worthless to do so, in my extremity, he had the floor,
figuratively speaking, it was his show I did of course realize my predicament.
One might even say, I was in a trap, yet I remained quite cool and collected.
I had learned, no need to be puffed up,
or play hero stuff with the unfamiliar spirits, nor even scorn them. They live
in a horrid world, doomed to everlasting banishment: why torment them more. I
simply prayed out loud to the Lord, and he vanished as brief, and sudden as he
had come.
Carefully, not carelessly, and casually,
I laid back in my bed, the premonition was gone, no more Goosebumps. I was now
under my cool sheets, and it was for the most part, hard to get to sleep, and I
suppose I must have been in a light sleeplessness, when someone, or some being
touched my foot and toes, which were outside
of the sheet, and blanket, and then a voice said, softly: “Fear not, all is
well!” And then I fell to sleep, after a healthy exhale, and having my body
flattened out on the bed, and having thanked God for his angelic consecrated
being.
No: 1045
(5-12-2014)
