nothing terribly interesting happened this weekend, so i'll tell you about the first time i summoned devils.
this was a little over a year ago. i was living on the top floor in the castle building in belltown,seattle.room 506. it was an early1920's building, hardwood floors and had one of those accordian gate elevators. i loved it there. anyway. i had this friend, julie, over late one night. she was this beautiful french exchange student with an impossible last name and these incredible lips.
we had some drinks and smokes and in the course of conversation, we started talking about ghost stories, and she asked me if i'd ever done spiritualism. i said no, and she explained how it worked. i asked if it worked often. she said " always",
i rolled up the carpet and cleared a space on the floor. we lit two candles and wrote all the letters of the alphabet on little pieces of paper and spread them out in a circle. now normally you use a regular old shotglass, but i only had a jagermeister shotglass.( a jager shotglass has a cross on it and would suggest against using them. it makes things weird.) we each put a finger on the glass and started this " spirits. are you there?" kinda stuff. i kinda felt silly, but after a bit it became very obvious that the glass was trying to move. it stuttered and shook but when asked how to address it, it spelled the word "minimum" . everything was really laboured, and the way it was moving and everything was weirding us out, so we asked if we could talk to someone else. there was a pause and after a few minutes it started moving again.( i actually think it was the same entity). we asked if it was a male spirit, and it slowly moved to the "n". then...we asked " are you a female spirit?" suddenly the glass took off in a half circle, and shattered into bits. it was the most bizarre thing i've ever experienced. i was amazed, but julie was totally freaked out. she snuffed the candles with the broken glass and threw salt on the circle. i was all excited by this time and got a tumbler, so we could try again. the glass was way heavier than the shot glass, and didn't move well at all. i suggested we put both hands on the glass. the glass started moving fast and deliberate. it would answer julies questions in french. it would answer mine in english. she would live in belgium , i'd end up in niger. it was all very interesting and then that was it.
i don't actually believe in spirits, in the traditional sense, but i do have some ideas about what that's all about.
what do you guys think?
any experience?
this was a little over a year ago. i was living on the top floor in the castle building in belltown,seattle.room 506. it was an early1920's building, hardwood floors and had one of those accordian gate elevators. i loved it there. anyway. i had this friend, julie, over late one night. she was this beautiful french exchange student with an impossible last name and these incredible lips.
we had some drinks and smokes and in the course of conversation, we started talking about ghost stories, and she asked me if i'd ever done spiritualism. i said no, and she explained how it worked. i asked if it worked often. she said " always",
i rolled up the carpet and cleared a space on the floor. we lit two candles and wrote all the letters of the alphabet on little pieces of paper and spread them out in a circle. now normally you use a regular old shotglass, but i only had a jagermeister shotglass.( a jager shotglass has a cross on it and would suggest against using them. it makes things weird.) we each put a finger on the glass and started this " spirits. are you there?" kinda stuff. i kinda felt silly, but after a bit it became very obvious that the glass was trying to move. it stuttered and shook but when asked how to address it, it spelled the word "minimum" . everything was really laboured, and the way it was moving and everything was weirding us out, so we asked if we could talk to someone else. there was a pause and after a few minutes it started moving again.( i actually think it was the same entity). we asked if it was a male spirit, and it slowly moved to the "n". then...we asked " are you a female spirit?" suddenly the glass took off in a half circle, and shattered into bits. it was the most bizarre thing i've ever experienced. i was amazed, but julie was totally freaked out. she snuffed the candles with the broken glass and threw salt on the circle. i was all excited by this time and got a tumbler, so we could try again. the glass was way heavier than the shot glass, and didn't move well at all. i suggested we put both hands on the glass. the glass started moving fast and deliberate. it would answer julies questions in french. it would answer mine in english. she would live in belgium , i'd end up in niger. it was all very interesting and then that was it.
i don't actually believe in spirits, in the traditional sense, but i do have some ideas about what that's all about.
what do you guys think?
any experience?
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and then he touched my face and i went to sleep.... I woke up the next day in slightly less pain... and I started getting well after that slowly but surely... it still took me 2 months to start walking again properly but I started getting better.... about a week after a full recovery I met adrian.. and we have been together ever since...
I have changed my ways and I am becoming more physically, mentally and spritually stronger..... everything has a plan.... but its made me believe in god after that day....
that same spirit actually chased away this evil bitch I used to live iwth... she was getting ready in my room one morning and he presented himself in the mirror as her reflected image... scared her so much she moved out a week later...
I think he's my guardian angel....
Wow. There's so much to say about this, but I don't want to go into it here. We'll have to talk about this when we finally meet.