Ghosts and Nightmares : The Unseen World

The feeling of unseen human hands and their undeniable touches on my arms, back and shoulders with concurrent accompanying psychic disturbances increase, but now when I do experience these symptoms of a lost soul/ ghost who jumps on me, an energy connection is felt such that my skin burns where I am touched.
 

At one time, in order to block these experiences, knowing that some medications did change brain chemistry to the extent as to simply put one beyond the reach of such creatures, I tried antihistamines and did indeed manage to stop it all temporarily.

I had read that on the Internet and just wanting to feel normal, again, tried it on myself. I don’t know how it works but it works….. temporarily.

But, one can’t live on Benedryll.

Other medications have specifically been developed for people who are troubled by ‘seeing things’, ‘hearing things’ and ‘feeling things’ and these were

pharmacologically designed because modern medicine makes no differentiation, no distinctions between spiritual dysfunctions and psychological dysfunctions.

A modern clinician unarmed and unversed in such spiritual truths, perceives a child patient who experiences these phenomena as more psychotic than more psychic, and not ever as a young ‘sensitive’ who has not yet learned but must, how to close his energies to such entities…

I was told by others early on that what I was going through was a blessing.

I did not accept that at the time.

It has been a tough learning experience for both me and the unseen world; I once advised a spirit whose hand rested heavily on my right shoulder(I could feel the span of fingers) to “cross over to the other side”, of course meaning the other dimension that we all come from and and go to, ‘Heaven’ , and a few seconds later, it obliged my request by crossing over to my left side and good naturedly resting its hand, THERE.

I deduced that rather than it having a rarefied sense of humor, it had no idea whatsoever what I was referring to…

Of course, when none of this works, or when a demon or non juvenile reptilian cruises in, for what turns out to be an extended visit, an onset of the most awful nightmares unlike any you can imagine, vivid and terrifying ensues.

Such entities refuse rescue and delight in tormenting humans; nothing else except unholy ones could do such violence to mere dreams.

During such sieges, I am in spiritual crises and I have had to neatly discard any pedestrian Freudian or Jungian explanations as simply moot and seek

metaphysical approaches that do, after a fashion, work.

Recently, in self defense for myself as well as in empathy and pathos for a lost soul, I counsel any such spirit who stumbles onto me with love and compassion, as one would a lost traveler.

It could very well be you or I who were so lost.

Rather than dismiss an unseen touch and the ghost as though it were a fly at my mustache, or treat it with the disgust or shock that a ghost often elicits from a random stranger, I openly complain to the spirit that phantoms DO fill the air around us, and add that although we all come from God, one way or the other, we all must have to fight very hard to return to God.

I relay this to the unseen intelligence, touching me, with a newfound lack of fear and with real pathos and as much sympathy as I can muster all the while fully aware that it is likely psychically dangerous and as much disturbed as it was when it was a person, in the body.

An unfortunate wrinkle, a major trouble is, not all negative energies ‘out there’, earthbound for a sensitive to sense are human; some are reptilian.

If it is still insistently hungry and topical arm and leg burning touches apprise me that connections between my energies and it are continuing and it’s still stubbornly in my face, a sprits of incensed holy water from a plant misting bottle clears the attachment feeling and the onset of mild psychic attack; one can feel their angst.

At that point, I tell them that it’s so sad and ironic that God has sent them to me for help, as there are no accidents, and that most ironically, they have been sent to me for directions, when I myself am often so helplessly lost.

I go on to tell them that touching people for energy, stealing energy from people further traps them here, in a type of inter dimensional Hell, between worlds where they are subject to bullying from other larger, fiercer predators.

I ask them to try to reach higher into their own dimension by asking for angelic help as I do the same, in mine.

I remind them that they didn’t really die when they left their body and that they cannot and won’t die if they refrain from doing without stolen human energy; that some humans look just like bright lights to them.

Some do not listen; when advised that they are dead and not in the physical body, the retort I have more than once heard in my skull was,”How do I know that YOU’RE not dead?”

Some listen. I ask my angels to work with their angels to bring a friend, a neighbor, a lover, a child, a former pet, a parent, a friend, a schoolmate, SOMEONE who they can trust, to bring them over to the Other Side.

I try to surround them in a white light and lead them to into it.

I pray FOR them, instead of for myself and my relief from them. It raises their vibrations and moves them out of the darkness and is appreciated by them and by others.

I then also try to goad them into a finer purpose of helping me.

I ask them to leave here as the’ goofy Earthbound’ spirit that they now are and that after they have traveled to the Christ light, and to Heaven, to help themselves and their Karma and me; that they RETURN to me, as purified cleansed spirits, afterwards, to assist me in rescuing others, just in the same way as they have been rescued.

What usually appeals to the ‘holdouts’ is my reminding them that nobody has spoken to them or paid attention to them for a long time, except for me.

Rarely, then, do they attack with projected telepathic/psychic attack in nightmares or sinister poltergeist machinations .

I have bought some peace and I have done some service to the Other Side..

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