Voluntary Spirit Attatchment
Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 8:12 am
I made a blood pact with a particular person that I know of who was deceased not too long ago.
He was an ambitious man and peculiarly skilled in guitar. Not the best guitar player but he was ambitious, prosperous and had morals and values. A majority of passed away musicians were drug addicted. I didn't want to bind to a drug addict that would take advantage of me and use my body for it's addiction.
The reason I did this was because I'm a song writer and I am very passionate about music. Music is what drives me more than anything. I want to be more than a song writer for a band. I want to be in a band.
I'm not asking for world dominating fame just to have people to jam with and play locally.
I was a lousy guitar player. Now since the past year my speed has drastically improved. I assumed this was a placebo effect on the mind until strange subtle things happened.
I have thoughts in my head that are not something I would ever think of I can't get them out of my head. If I don't get anything productive done that day I have that pitted sickness inside that makes me bawl my eyes out a the end of the day. I make t-shirts using silk screening as a business. I used to have a deign that mocked a political figure that the attachment was fond of in real life (i made the design before I knew of the attachments personality) and when I look at it I get that feeling of guilt and remorse and that drain of energy
feeling and that knot in my heart and lump in my throat...... I had to throw the shirts in the burn barrel because a feeling inside was telling me to get rid of them. My freind came over the other day wearing one of them and I had a feeling of wrath towards it but I manged to keep my cool and glare at it and slightly mock it.
Apparently what I've read about my attachment and that he was good at reserving himself from violent outbursts unless it was a good reason. I like this. Because I have anger problems and now I can keep my tempter tantrums in over trivial things.
Last Thursday when I was writing a letter to the entity and than reading it out loud. I asked him to "Seep in to me" I said that over and over. I was off into a half-conscious doze than of a sudden I had sleep paralysis and could someone walking around I thought it was my mom. I tired so hard to speak out her name and I manged to than I wasn't paralyzed anymore. I opened my eyes and lifting my head up and looked around my room. I assumed it could have been a dream. Than I said "------ is that you?"
and this black noisy fast mass yelled in my face. It was very fast and very brief I couldn't make it out.
He was a very in your face kind of guy. He had thrills in freaking people out.
I'm a little spooked and amazed. This is comforting though and it's gradually becoming more intense but it feels positive and loving like a father is watching over me. I have lost some of my radical views and my
over-compassionate self but I still feel I'm there. I read during his life he was jealous of his other band member for song writing skills. I assume he might have desire those skills. I don't think a full possession will happen. I think he wants something out of my personality. I'm a decent song writer not the best but i'm good.
I get thoughts to wear certain clothes and after seven years of being a vegetarian and a natural food nut
and avoiding artificial colors and additives like the plague. Now I eat meat and love poultry especially.
I love chocolate milk and having a sugary snack late in the afternoon. Artificial additives used to make me cringe when I would even think of them. Now its slept my mind.
He might be using me as some kind of food source but I don't over indulge in fact I've lost weight from not pigging out when I'm depressed. I know during this entities mortal life he was very self-disciplined and never
did drugs or over indulged. The catch is he was a control freak.
Last night I meditated than chanted his name backwards. After doing that for a few minutes I felt that typical
chill up my spine and icy feeling. I wrapped myself up in my blanket to make sure it wasn't just a draft but I could still feel it. I felt it until I fell asleep and I could feel a presence.
Also when I chant his name backwards while playing the guitar,I can strum very harshly and fast and not have any pain or tension what so ever. But when I don't chant his name my hand cramps up and my arm goes numb.
I do have carpel tunnel syndrome and it was preventing me from playing but when I chant that name of his it
doesn't hurt. After ten minutes of doing that straight I was full of upbeat positive energy.
Sometimes I feel his power sometimes I don't. I guess he comes and goes. I told him he can do that and I
respect that the fact that he probably has other things to do on the other side.
Belive it or not you'll think i'm batshit. Thats why I don't tell people. I have never told anyone expect my best freind. I am saying this as anonymous as well. I like to keep this hidden.
I think ego kills magic.
He was an ambitious man and peculiarly skilled in guitar. Not the best guitar player but he was ambitious, prosperous and had morals and values. A majority of passed away musicians were drug addicted. I didn't want to bind to a drug addict that would take advantage of me and use my body for it's addiction.
The reason I did this was because I'm a song writer and I am very passionate about music. Music is what drives me more than anything. I want to be more than a song writer for a band. I want to be in a band.
I'm not asking for world dominating fame just to have people to jam with and play locally.
I was a lousy guitar player. Now since the past year my speed has drastically improved. I assumed this was a placebo effect on the mind until strange subtle things happened.
I have thoughts in my head that are not something I would ever think of I can't get them out of my head. If I don't get anything productive done that day I have that pitted sickness inside that makes me bawl my eyes out a the end of the day. I make t-shirts using silk screening as a business. I used to have a deign that mocked a political figure that the attachment was fond of in real life (i made the design before I knew of the attachments personality) and when I look at it I get that feeling of guilt and remorse and that drain of energy
feeling and that knot in my heart and lump in my throat...... I had to throw the shirts in the burn barrel because a feeling inside was telling me to get rid of them. My freind came over the other day wearing one of them and I had a feeling of wrath towards it but I manged to keep my cool and glare at it and slightly mock it.
Apparently what I've read about my attachment and that he was good at reserving himself from violent outbursts unless it was a good reason. I like this. Because I have anger problems and now I can keep my tempter tantrums in over trivial things.
Last Thursday when I was writing a letter to the entity and than reading it out loud. I asked him to "Seep in to me" I said that over and over. I was off into a half-conscious doze than of a sudden I had sleep paralysis and could someone walking around I thought it was my mom. I tired so hard to speak out her name and I manged to than I wasn't paralyzed anymore. I opened my eyes and lifting my head up and looked around my room. I assumed it could have been a dream. Than I said "------ is that you?"
and this black noisy fast mass yelled in my face. It was very fast and very brief I couldn't make it out.
He was a very in your face kind of guy. He had thrills in freaking people out.
I'm a little spooked and amazed. This is comforting though and it's gradually becoming more intense but it feels positive and loving like a father is watching over me. I have lost some of my radical views and my
over-compassionate self but I still feel I'm there. I read during his life he was jealous of his other band member for song writing skills. I assume he might have desire those skills. I don't think a full possession will happen. I think he wants something out of my personality. I'm a decent song writer not the best but i'm good.
I get thoughts to wear certain clothes and after seven years of being a vegetarian and a natural food nut
and avoiding artificial colors and additives like the plague. Now I eat meat and love poultry especially.
I love chocolate milk and having a sugary snack late in the afternoon. Artificial additives used to make me cringe when I would even think of them. Now its slept my mind.
He might be using me as some kind of food source but I don't over indulge in fact I've lost weight from not pigging out when I'm depressed. I know during this entities mortal life he was very self-disciplined and never
did drugs or over indulged. The catch is he was a control freak.
Last night I meditated than chanted his name backwards. After doing that for a few minutes I felt that typical
chill up my spine and icy feeling. I wrapped myself up in my blanket to make sure it wasn't just a draft but I could still feel it. I felt it until I fell asleep and I could feel a presence.
Also when I chant his name backwards while playing the guitar,I can strum very harshly and fast and not have any pain or tension what so ever. But when I don't chant his name my hand cramps up and my arm goes numb.
I do have carpel tunnel syndrome and it was preventing me from playing but when I chant that name of his it
doesn't hurt. After ten minutes of doing that straight I was full of upbeat positive energy.
Sometimes I feel his power sometimes I don't. I guess he comes and goes. I told him he can do that and I
respect that the fact that he probably has other things to do on the other side.
Belive it or not you'll think i'm batshit. Thats why I don't tell people. I have never told anyone expect my best freind. I am saying this as anonymous as well. I like to keep this hidden.
I think ego kills magic.