I always say, Please never touch me unless you know me. It may seem rude or that I'm a bitch but please respect that I don't want what you have and by that I mean anything that might be attached/following you.
Now those who are in the business of Ghost Hunting know this all to well. Not only can you bring things home from a location but, if you are a sensitive you can transfer them from people who touch you.
I found out at the ripe old age of twelve not to shake hands or hug people you don't know and I learned it the hard way. Now I'm not saying I never shake hands or hug people because I do, I really have no personal space if I know you. But when you first walk up on me I am standoffish and I may seem like I'm in a fog. I have gone to these Ghost Hunting expeditions with people like Jason Hawes or Zak Bagans and Nick Groff and I always stay in the back. No matter how much I want to I have never introduced myself or met them, taken photos with them (because that would mean touching), just the way it is, I've tried to become numb to being touched and it never works. I usually end up on my own, following something.
I got my ability from my dying great grandmother. I know this because while she lay in the hospital dying my mother allowed her to touch her pregnant belly, something my mother says she insisted on doing. I firmly believe the old woman knew what she was doing, she passed a couple days later.
Please do not attack me for what I am about to say. I've had my dealings with demons, still do and what I say is what I've found through studying, spirit work and confrontation. It's fine if you do not agree with it but do the work before you say it's not true.
So, what does a teenager do when the demon makes itself known? I never recommend pushing back unless you have a firm grasp on reality because demons have the power to alter what reality is. Now, there are many demon underlings who have certain powers granted them in order to do their work. These are usually what the living deal with. They can attach themselves to the living, they hitchhike. You may only be the vehicle not the destination.
My first experience with a demon came while in the San Diego house. My brothers had set up a small workout space in their room and they and their friends would spend time working out every day.
One day my little brother was doing a little morning weightlifting. I was in the bathroom and my mom and other brother where in the kitchen. Suddenly we hear my little brother screaming, help, help.
We all ran into the bedroom and there, my little brother was laying on the bench. The weights and bar being physically pushed down onto his chest. He couldn't push it and it took all three of us to pull it off him. Months later I would hear of what was doing the pushing. Years later I would find out, that wasn't the first or last time something like that happened.
The demon I experienced is still around. Looking at me from time to time. His red eyes glaring at me, his voice offering something he thinks I want. Saying he'll do my bidding and get it.
The first time I was laying in bed asleep when I felt like someone had put a heavy weight down on my legs. I couldn't move, I tried to kick whatever it was off (we didn't have a cat & the dogs slept w/mom and dad). I felt a hand move up my leg and something ask if this was what I wanted.
HELL NO!!!! I remember yelling, but no words came out. I turned my head and saw hooded glowing red eyes. Now I know some will say bull sh*t but I took a lie detector test just to prove to myself I wasn't crazy because, come on.
The touching got more forceful and I remembered that demons kind of hate bible versus so I started reciting the lord's prayer. That thing's hand flew off me like yours will when you touch a hot flame. I sat bolt upright, eye to eye with darkness and that time I won, it vanished.
Now, the lord's prayer I found only makes the demon leave for a time, they aren't by any means gone. Kind of like in hibernation, waiting for the next chance to strike. And that friends is when the sh*t hits the fan.
Something pulled out all the stops in the house, even when I was at the mall I would see the dead and it was not pretty. I really started thinking I was going insane. I went to a psychologist and asked specific questions about spirits and the like. After many visits he concluded I wasn't insane but he did give me the name of a shaman I needed to talk to, thus began the parade of people I had over to the house, all of whom by the way never stayed more than an hour, never helped in anyway other than to piss off the demon/spirits and one ( I will not name) had to leave b/c there were too many and even a satanic practioner made it up the drive and left telling us we needed to get out.
Some days I think, I feel lucky I've made it this far. My little brother ended up killing himself, telling my mom it was because he couldn't take the demon anymore. My other brother likes to kill things so we just try to stay away from him because when someone tells you, I go hunting because it's illegal to kill people..........well, you just kind of never piss him off.
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