Ok a week ago I had a nightmare. Not something I don’t have experiences with but this one is different. I do believe in the spirit world, I believe in what I can see. I do believe in what I can feel. I have even asked a pagan friend of mine her advice and James my son even talked to Ron about it as he felt it also. It is not my normal way to talk about these things. I have never felt or practiced that the spirit world could physical harm the corporeal beings. I learned that some spiritual powers, abilities, and yes they could be considered either christian or pagan. Look as a child I felt a deep need to have warning when someone came into my room. I learned , with no training to visualize a red barrier around my door, and that if it was broken a sound to alert me. Was it a child’s fantasy for security or protection…I don’t know but it worked. I carried it over to my military days and then when I lived alone. Ron moving in kind of messed it up until I got to understand his spirit, and then he could come in to the house and stuff and not bother me. Weird thing is animals never bothered any protection I could Imagine posting..spell or which…Ron brought a grey hound into my house and even as scared as I was, with all my protection spells I would wake up nose to nose with this wonderful dog and happy. I have no idea how she got into the bed with out waking me, when Ron could not even touch the door knob that I was jolted awake, yes this big dog was able to get into bed and hug me, lay her face against mine, and not wake me……I still don’t understand this.
So back to my dream…or real experiences. I was sleeping in my bed next to Ron…I even knew where I was and with who…then something gripped me, dragged me to the lower part of the bed…I felt some kind of wrapping around, me being piled up around my shoulders and arms. I was struggling, and in my mind got enough breath to call out to Ron, and was trying to suck in enough breath to call out again. In the “dream” I knew enough to know Ron uses a complete mask for breathing at night, which is both noisy and would effect his hearing.
I knew I was in trouble, not panicked, but not in a good place. I realized for the first time I did not have enough power on my own to fight this…something that in a true dream doesn’t happen. I can control my dreams if I wish. I felt this spirit and realized it wanted me to stop breathing…As I was gathering my strength…and feeling of fear was seeping through me…something happened.
I heard him first…Milo, his voice low and demanding…Not his normal I want treaties or I want a drink type voice. He was angry…but Milo is never angry with me… James and Ron complain that even when Milo gets mad at them, claws them, he wont do it to me. I can do what I wish even after he gets mad at them and claws them…he wont do it to me.
I heard him, and then in my mind he seemed to be a long way a way…then I felt some thing hot on my chest…and suddenly I could breath and felt Milo laying on top of me. For the first time since he came to live with us almost two years ago Milo left a claw mark across my chest. He normally sleeps with me, and I guess when I stopped breathing he felt is was the best way to get me to take a breath.
Now look each of you out there can make what you wish of this. I know how it felt. I lived it. I felt the air I couldn’t get into my lungs, I felt the fear, the panic, and then the relief of my Milo.
The real question is after all these years why would a spirit try to harm me. I have no clue. Ron and James think that after all the changes we have done to the house the spirit is finally getting upset. It just never figured on Milo
Another wonderful thing is my grand friends Patty and Craig. They were over the other night. Gods I love them each. We are going to Busch Gardens together. I love going with them. They are a great couple and lots of fun. Patty is a powerful witch, a pratitioner of Wicca. I respect that . She tells me right now a spirit has me in as a target. She can’t tell why. I can’t understand what I have done to offend anyone. Other than changes to this house. I respect Patty’s practice, I hope she will be able to tell me more.
I really want to know why this spirit is angry with me…because maybe I can help sooth it. Yes that is me, the guy who tries to make it right for everyone. But for now…out for a night of wings. Hugs