Question for you: were you one of those children who used to see beings, or fairies, or unicorns, or someone in the closet, or scary ghosts or whatever, when you were younger?
The other day I was thinking about this, and how horrendous I used to feel when I used to see things in the spirit realm, and how helpless I used to feel, because no one believed me, and I knew that no one was gonna save me. I had no understanding of what was going on in my life. I just knew that all these horrible-looking beings, at least from my childlike mind, that is what they were, and it seemed especially so because, in my experience, those kinds of beings were not beings that I saw in the physical. They were beings that only showed up at night, and scared the shit out of me.
So when I was young, my parents took me to a boarding school in Kenya, in Africa. That is where I was born. I was in this boarding school from the time I was nine years old to the time I was 16, and I'm telling you, I do not recommend. I do not recommend. From the time I was nine years old, as a scared little girl in a boarding school, no mama, no papa, nothing, I started having these scary visitations from some beings who used to walk around in the dorms. I started seeing them.
The way the dorms were arranged: they had these double-decker beds, like bunk beds. Some people would sleep at the bottom and some people would sleep at the top, and it wouldn't really matter which level of the bunk I was sleeping on. All I knew was that some scary beings would be coming at night, and whether I was sleeping at the bottom or at the top, that being was going to find me. And I was so terrified. My childhood was just filled with terror.
And there was no one I could explain these things to, because I didn't even have the language. I didn't even know how to process it. And if you've ever been to a Catholic boarding school, you just know how things are. Nobody is about to hear about you seeing any other being other than Jesus or Mary. And if you say that you are seeing something else other than these beings, then you have a problem. So that is what it was. There was just no outlet.
So what used to happen was that when nighttime came, and because my third eye was so open, I had these psychic senses, which I didn't really understand at that time, anyway, when nighttime came, I would see these beings walking, and I could hear them: clip, clip, clip, clip. And they would be approaching me. They would pass every other person and come directly to me.
And then I would be so terrified. I would be sweating like nobody's business. And these beings would just come, and sometimes it was one being or sometimes it was two. And they would sit on my bed. You know, there's a particular feeling that you get when something that's out there touches your physical body. There's just a way that it feels. Those beings would sit on my bed, or come close to me and breathe, and I would just be like... I probably died multiple deaths. It was just so horrendous.
And they would sit there, and just... oh my God. I just never used to sleep. And then when it came close to dawn, those beings would leave. They would just go away, and suddenly things would be back to normal. I was just so terrified. Anyway, I didn't know what to do, and I just sat there and took it. I cried. I even got a crucifix, you know, they had these luminous, shiny crucifixes or whatnot, and I used to clutch it so tight, just hoping that someone would save me. But those beings, man, they overrode that process. They did not have respect for the crucifix. They did not have respect for my own prayers. They were coming for me. I'm not even sure what was happening. Perhaps they had seen something about who I would become, or who I would turn out to be in the future, and they were trying to stop me in my tracks. I don't know. But that is what used to happen to me.
So tell me: did you ever have these kinds of experiences when you were younger? Did you ever see any beings where your psychic senses opened? How did you handle it? For me, I suffered through it all through that whole period, without anybody helping me, until one day it just suddenly stopped. Just like that. It suddenly stopped.
I no longer could see anything using my third eye. I guess it was all the fear, and just God having mercy on me or whatnot. But the whole thing suddenly stopped. My third eye kind of closed out, until when I got into my 20s. That is when a whole new episode of third eye opening activities began to occur. But this time they were much brighter, much more revealing, and much more instructive.
So anyway, a lot of evolution has happened since then. What do you think about this subject? Let me know in the comment section. Until next time, I love you guys, and let's keep evolving. Bye.