This is part journal, part thanks, part inviting opinions. I haven’t asked opinions on this in years. I’m going to use a fake name for privacy sake, for my ex and my friends, but I am not exaggerating anything. This happened in Fall of 2013 and went on through the year 2014. It was my first experience with spirit work and I fell in ass backwards. Prior to this I only had some experience with chi manipulation in martial arts, samadhi through meditation and ashtanga yoga primary series practice, divination, and sigil work through studying liber null. I was always trying to work on astral projection and lucid dreaming, but I suck at it. I was excellent at it as a kid. Anyway… this is long but I hope it is entertaining.
I met an awesome guy after being single by choice for over a year. We were together for a year and a half and he was laid back, funny, and just generally fun and a good hearted guy.
One night around August or September we were sitting on my bed in my room having a disagreement about something and worked through it pretty quick. We never fought. I gave him hug and something scratched my fingers. I had a red line or two, can’t remember, downy fingers, but no broken skin. It looked like and felt like a chi burn from martial arts… I hadn’t seen that in years. My room where I hugged him was an open space with literally nothing that could have scratched me. I dismissed it.
The next weekend, we got in another argument. Minor. We were sitting there on the bed, and his eyes rolled in the back of his head and he kinda appeared to pass out. I was like wtf… *smack smack. Nothing. Then his left deltoid and pectoral muscle started convulsing rapidly, alternating, and appeared to jump out of his skin they were spasming so bad, and he was shocked awake and screamed and grabbed his chest and curled up in a ball screaming. I figured it was a horrible charlie horse thing and tried to calm him down and put pressure. He was out of control screaming and I couldn’t really do much. Then after a short bit the spasms just stopped. It was as if something just dropped him, and his eyes rolled back, he fell back down on the bed, and wasn’t breathing. I fucking freaked the fuck out. I have BLS training though. I tilted his head back, opened his mouth to check his tongue, checked his pulse in his neck and he had a pulse, I put my ear to his mouth and he wasn’t breathing, so I smacked him again a few times. Nothing. So I freaked again and jumped for my cell phone so I could have 911 on speaker while I started giving him breaths or compressions I wasn’t quite sure what to do since his heart was beating. Compressions are to keep the blood flowing, which has oxygen, and keeps the tissues from dying. Compressions are more important than the breaths. So I jumped, and right when I turned back around with my phone in hand he sprang up all crazy eyed and grabbed my arm, hard, and said, “Don’t leave me!” And his eyes rolled back again and he fell back again. Breathing this time. At this point I was utterly confused. I looked at him, and his eyelids were closed but I could see his eyes spasming underneath, darting in all directions. The spasms started again and he lurched and screamed and curled into a ball again screaming till it stopped. And he again, fell back again, but this time started choking and gagging. He said, “It’s choking me.” And I could see the veins popping out of his neck while foam and drool started coming out his mouth. I panicked, honestly. I didn’t know what to think or do. I couldn’t see anything, but it was like someone was choking him. Then it stopped and his eyes rolled and he stopped breathing. I did the same, checked his mouth checked his pulse which he still had, listened for breathing and there was none, smacked him a few times then grabbed my phone again to call an ambulance. As I was dialing, his eyes shot open and he grabbed my arm again for a second, then fell back again with his eyes closed but breathing. His eyes were darting again.
This went on, off and on, for almost four hours. At one point he started moaning and I started asking him questions. I asked, “What is choking you?” Quite a few times. Broken and spread out I got this: "It has the voice of a child. It’s name starts with a “D”. It wants to kill me and then it will try to kill you too. It is tall, black, with knees bent backwards and white eyes.
When he snapped out of it for good, he went to the corner of the bed against the wall corner, tucked his knees up like a kid, and cried and shook for a long time… about a half hour or longer.
I was freaking the fuck out. I had never worked with spirits. I only knew how to manage things directly affecting me. If it were me instead of him, I felt confident… but to help him when I couldn’t see or feel it… I had no fucking idea what to do. I wanted to get him out of the room and house. I got him into my car with me in the driveway to help him calm down, and I literally jumped online and maniacly typed this story out right there in the car on my MacBook on the old Left Hand Path forums, begging for advice. I planned to do every single damn thing suggested. I saged the house. I got a horn to blow. I banished. I steamed up the bathroom with a shower, burned sage and lavendar in a cast iron skillet so it mingled with the steam, and dragged his confused naked ass into the shower. The smoke/steam was so thick it was hard to breathe. And I scrubbed his whole body down with sea salt. When I say he was confused, I mean… this mofo thought I’d lost my damn mind he had no clue what the hell was going on.
And this started to stand out to me. I was a psychotic manic paranoid disaster. I’d never seen shit like that before. I cared about him. I felt like I was at war and really unprepared. I discovered eventually, he had no memory of the episode. None. I pulled up my post on LHP forums and made him read it and asked him, “Do you understand why I’ve been crazy now?” And he nodded.
It happened again the next weekend despite everything I did.
I spent the week talking to anyone more experienced I could find and researching everything I could.
He had started having bad night terrors, nightmares, and sleep paralysis. At some point I got the brilliant/dumb idea to try and draw it into me. I’ve always been tactile and had decent results with chi manipulation in martial arts so I figured what the hell. I wasn’t scared of the fucking thing. My attitude was, please come into me so I can fucking consume you. But I was shooting in the dark as far as process.
I helped him meditate, kinda get in a trance state. I sat in front of him and did the same, then moved my hands across his energy meridians, visualizing it, then created a visual energetic vacuum with the intention of sucking it out and into me instead. I commanded it to come to me.
It did something weird, but didn’t fucking work. And the next day I felt like hammered shit. My eyes were sunken and I was pale like I was sick. May have just been the overall stress though.
That next night he had a horrible nightmare… woke up damn near crying. He told me he saw them and was one of them. It was like he was looking through their eyes but it wasn’t really him. Like he was inside one of them. He said there was blood everywhere, and every creature other than the dark white eyed creatures were skinned. He said there was screaming , and a dog was walking with them that was skinned.
The next morning before I left for work he was screaming with his mouth closed in his sleep and his eyes were darting under his eyelids. I took some lavender oil on both index fingers and went to rub it on his temples. No shit… I was like quarter inch away and he jumped a little and yelled “OW!” with his eyes still closed. This made me wtf. So I rubbed it in and he literally groaned at me. Then I made the rune algiz on his chest in sage ashes to go with it. And left for work. I didn’t have a choice.
At work I randomly got into conversation with an old friend I studied Hinduism and Buddhism with online. I told her I was going mad and that I had some Amytville shit going on in my house and was wigging out.
We’d been friends for a few years. She just then decided to tell me that she thought she knew what it was, and she used to be a Mambo. So I’m like, double wtf but tell me everything g’dammit now now you know…
So she gave me a concoction to make, and told me a variety of things to try, since she didn’t know exactly what it was, and we needed to know. Her guess was Ghede or a nasty ancestor. It was like, try this and this and this or this and if none works try this and this… So… I needed things before that night. It was happening Friday nights at 9. It started the same each time, a wave of anger, then the muscle spasms started.
So I’m busting my ass after work hauling ass to the Catholic Church trying to explain to the priest that I need holy water cause I’m afraid my boyfriend is possessed. Sweet guy. He gave me a bottle. I mixed it up with ammonia, and two other things I can’t remember. I needed honey and liquor though. I picked my bf up from work at like 8:30. Planned to stop at Walmart and get home just in time.
In the parking lot he looked at me with a face of rage, then the spasms started at he screamed and started throwing himself into the passenger window and the dash. I was like omg holy fuck and took off. My house was only a minute away. He started screaming that it was stabbing him in the heart. I almost took him straight to the ER, but ours is notorious for killing people so I hesitated.
I pulled in the garage, ran inside and got the liquor I had, per her advice, and when I came back out and opened his door, no shit 5 seconds later, his ass was up on the dash, arms twisted behind him, and his cheek smushed against the seat, staring at the wall behind me.
I tried talking to him and he was unresponsive. Not even blinking. I took the liquor, rum I think, in the glass with ice cubes, and jiggled it under his nose. He growled at me, like an animal.
I kept trying to talk to him, and he’d say nothing. It wasn’t long and he did come out of that one, and when he did I got him straight right side up in the car. Shortly after he didn’t remember it, again.
So I told my Mambo friend Jackie. She talked to me about spirits forever, told me more things to try, how mischievous spirits operate etc. We discussed exorcisms even. But before anything else she wanted to rule out drugs and medical issues before we went forward with Vudou remedies. So, I planned a doctor trip that coming week. I couldn’t get Logan to agree.
That weekend came. That Friday, I was ready with Jackie’s arsenal of options. I was sitting on the bed next to him while he was being emotional about whatever arguing with me. Suddenly, his eyes changed. Pure hate, and his hand shot out and grabbed my leg, like a claw. His finger tips dug in first, as if he was trying to lift a chunk from my leg, and then he twisted and pulled with tremendous strength. Thank fuck I was wearing jeans that were tight. He didn’t really get ahold well. I jumped away, grabbed the honey I had ready, and slapped a gob right across that bitches forehead. He growled and kinda dove into the center of the bed and started clawing and grinding his forehead into it, like he was trying to claw his way to the center of the mattress. I wanted no time and slapped another gob on the back of his neck under his skull, on the inside of his elbows, and the backs of his knees. That was where Jackie told me the entry points are for spirits. Also the groin but I wasn’t gobbing honey on his gooch. Nay nay.
He went still, on his stomach, hands still out, and just stared at me with that intense hate. It was radiating from him.
He was that way for a few hours. Every so often he’d growl and claw a little or mumble at people not there.
Snapped out of it. Cried and shook. Remembered nothing.
That week, began texting and talking to me in third person every so often. I still have the screen shots of the texts. Next Friday, same shit. Same honey situation. He’s stuck to the bed. Jackie calls me and is like “Heeeyyyy how’s it all going?!” You know like it’s whatever. I told her, I don’t think the honey is working as good as it did. She gave me a bunch of other things to try, and encouraged me to try and get a name. She talked to me for two hours while he was stuck to the bed glaring at me.
This lasted almost 6 hours that night. Towards the end the honey wasn’t doing so good. He managed his way of the bed, like a zombie with no legs. Crawled towards me and reached out. I put my hand on top of his and he slowly pulled it into his mouth without biting. Like he was a snake. Of course I jerked away and moved. He eventually pulled himself upright, like a drunk, and shuffled towards me. I tried to move real quick so as to make him fall back on the bed. He fell like a tree trunk and managed to grab me. He fell on top of me on the bed with his arms wrapped around my back. I jutted my elbows up real quick to brace him away from me. I have grappling experience with dudes bigger than him. But he felt like he weighed a million pounds, and he was squeezing me, and his nose was touching mine. His veins were popping out of his forehead and he was glaring at me breathing and heaving like an animal.
I jumped straight to the last resort thing Jackie told me try. I put my right hand over my heart while bracing him still on that elbow. And dropped my left elbow to put that hand against his heart. I stared back at him and said, “I am you. You are me. We are One.”
It didn’t seem to have any effect. So I was like Jesus fuck shit what the hell do I do.
So I calmed myself and repeated it again, and again, till I got more confident. I added my own bit after a few times… “If you hurt me you hurt yourself.” And kept repeating it with the added phrase.
Then I began to ask, “What is your name?” And I can’t remember what else I said. I can’t remember if she told me by order of the Baron or Lucifer tell me your name or what it was…
But he got pissed again and pressed against me so I went back to the other phrase.
At some point he said, “You better not hurt him.”
And then he opened his mouth as if he was trying to unhinge his jaw, and placed his mouth over the side of my jaw/chin. I dropped my second elbow to grab the hair on the back of his head and jerked his head back hard enough to break his neck. Then I felt him loosen or lighten up. And I immiediately siezed that opportunity and flipped him.
When he snapped out of it he did the normal curl up and shake and cry but this time he was hysterical, apologizing, said he could see his body, like he was in the upper corner of the room, but couldnt do anything or control anything.
He also had pools of blood in his eyes, like broken blood vessels, a a red vertical mark, like a chi burn, down h forehead. I still have a picture of it.
I told him that was it. Over. He was going to the ER. End of story. He begged me to go in the morning instead of right then so I gave in.
That morning he still had the blood in his eyes. Right when we were about to leave, I saw the anger sweep over him in his eyes and he started … I was like, fucking hell no. Over it. I took a spoon of honey and shoved it right in his mouth. Probably could have chipped a tooth I was so over it. And I shoved him in the car.
I looked at him twice pulling out of the garage. The blood in his eyes was gone. Pure white.
At the hospital I explained everything as best as I could without sounding like a psych patient. They did a full blood panel at both our requests. His blood was flawless. No signs of heart issues, no drugs, no nothing.
I told Jackie of course.
That week the talking in third person got more aggressive.
I was giving up
He wouldn’t eat the honey while I was at work, and the talking started. I told Jackie I didn’t know what I was gonna do that weekend. I was going to have to call for police help or an ambulance. I was really afraid he was going to get violent. I can handle myself, but he had superhuman strength when he fell on me, and I didn’t want to shoot him.
She told me that Friday night, light a white candle, and that was it. I was like… that’s all the advice you have? A candle? And she jumped off the phone. So I was just thinking … well I’m fucked.
I was really stressed. That’s an understatement.
I’m going to go ahead and post this, then finish writing the rest.