Yestereve,I was sick and desperate,about this awful cough,which I am loathing and it is still going on,and I tried contacting Raphael.I felt too lazy to open his sigil,and I called out to him by name.
I could feel a foreign force around me,gathering and I asked him to confirm his identity which he did.I thanked the archangel for curing me of my fever,and my headache,but that I needed this cough out of my way.
My cough has been troubling me,for several days now,and the spirit said he’d take care of it,but that he needed my own participation,and he wanted me to indulge in self-harm.
This put me off,because this was AN ANGEL I was speaking to,I thought.As I continued thinking,though,many medical procedures involve making smaller pains to heal greater ones.
I also have a history with self-harm.I’ve made dozens of cuts,scratches and scorch marks in my life,solely for the attention.I was never some weird depressed emo who thought pain was beautiful or that I needed to suffer.
No,I did it because I was an attention sponge(still am) and needed a way to get other people to flock around me,and if my achievements didn’t cut it…my injuries would.
I hate pain,I hate feeling pain.I don’t mind blood,and the stuff,I just don’t like the feeling of pain that comes or whatever,so any time I have indulged in self-harm,my focus was,as you’ve noticed on having it be noticeable,and not on having it be painful.
But the fact that the archangel Raphael wanted me to do that,made no sense to me.He explained,that in order to let the fullness of the negativity out,I had to let it out.
At this point of my life,I am undergoing a terrible dilemma,and my friends were ignoring my plights to help me on it,because they’re drowning in seas of homework,you can’t blame them.
So self-harm would’ve probably come into the equation at some point,I just like to delay it for as much as is humanely possible to preserve my mental health and treating myself well.
I had done this last night,as I heated a dagger,and pressed the heated steel against my skin,leaving very visible scorch marks and making a few scratches.
I didn’t wake up cough-free.It actually got worse.Now I can’t even speak a full sentence without coughing.And it isn’t until this moment now that I realize the spirit I’ve been communicating with is NOT Raphael.
I gave it,an offering yesternight,and it is merely something,looking like me for attention,and seeing a messed-up teenagers who may end up harming himself,so it thought that it might as well be in its name.And a teen,who had doors open wide for it,because of constant ritualwork.
Not to mention,grabbing the opportunity to feed,on an offering,and I’m pretty sure it’s been vampirizing me all day.I am going to banish it as soon as I finish typing up this post.
I have sought professional help and will look for the real archangel Raphael as soon as I banish this impostor.
So first of all,my parents know very well about my attention-seeking compulsions,and my history of self-harm.Any and every lecture on it,I have heard so I will not listen to anyone here saying it.Not to mention,many people here use blood magic which effectively uses the same thing.
Second of all,this is part of the story,I haven’t told the full story.
That said,any thoughts?Comments?Support?
This is one of my first impostor spirits,btw.