My family has had a darkness hover it for years. I’m not clear if this is something from my grandmother ( dad’s mom) as she was a wicked woman disguised as a saint. I vividly remember coming home at roughly 5 years old and she was on her knees cursing our doorstep. My first psychic encounter was in her living room at the age of 4 where I saw bed after bed of wounded soldiers in a very old makeshift hospital.
At any rate, she was horrendous in life and I would assume also in death. For years my brother and I have tried to identify whatever it is to no avail. More recently we’ve been at it more and last night he got to see it:
It was a very tall, lanky and pale bald entity. He says the skin was so pale it was almost grey and it looked humanoid. It was standing at the end of a hospital corridor and was naked aside from bloody, fleshy bits and pieces that it wore as “badges” and “trophies.” It also had its arms crossed and each hand held a dagger.
The part that unsettled him, bearing in mind he’s worked with far darker sinister things than even I, is that this thing was proudly wearing each thing he took from us. Each bit of happiness, each fight, each low point or disappointment and they could never be returned. It was also smiling.
As he tells me this I got an overwhelming rush of revelation that we can kill it because it feeds on negative and only knows negative, whereas we can transform any feeling or energy. But we don’t know what it is and have never come across something that looks like this.
Anyone have any thoughts?