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Discussion
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I haven’t thought about spirits or the spirit realm in a long time. I usually try not to think about it. When I really open myself up to it or open up to someone close to me about it (rare) it’s like I suddenly feel very present and hyper aware. I can’t even get the words out.
I cannot directly speak of having a sixth sense/psychic ability. I can type it out here because there’s a level of disconnect… but speaking the words from my mouth fills me with such dread and anxiety I almost feel like there is a force keeping me from doing so. It’s like if I truly speak the words out of my mouth, it will make it all too real and invite forces into my life I don’t want around me.
Even beating around the bush and getting my boyfriend to understand what I was speaking about made it too real. He’s a skeptic, so am I. When I opened up to him about my ability, it was like he started to feel as anxious as I did. I found out he’s a skeptic the same way that I am- we trick ourselves into disbelief. I don’t want to believe because believing is too heavy.
We were on the topic of the “paranormal” (calling it that makes it feel fake). I don’t know why I wanted to open up and share. I think I was just ready to let him in that way. I think it scared me most that through my broken sentences and leading him to what I wanted to share but couldn’t say, he understood. He filled in the empty spaces, he knew. He also seemed to understand why speaking the words myself would be too powerful. His acknowledgement of it made it too real. I knew he was a skeptic so I half expected him to laugh it off or something. But he didn’t, he knew.
EVEN BREATHING LIFE into the topic brought us too near to that realm (Calling it the spirit realm also makes it feel corny and unreal to me). I could feel it, so could he. We both opened up and shared how he knows he has a force that has protected him in his life and I know I have one, too. Its hard to explain.
We got spooked, though. Something wasn’t right and I know it was tied up with me. He could feel it too, he knew it was tied up with me.
We were getting ready for bed and talking about “it”, edging around “it”, the unknown, whatever. I felt like I should have stopped talking about it. He was changing the subject to facing pure hatred within oneself- facing that mental block of letting go of self loathing (we both deal with it), but I kept pressing because I wanted to feel his understanding again, like I wanted to be extra sure, I wanted to conclude? I dont know. But the negative aura was growing.
His cats began acting strange!! He noticed it, I noticed it, I was becoming unusually afraid of the dark like I do when I feel too close to beliving in the unknown. My boyfriend became extra serious. He said there’s something going on with me that I have to sort out. It was like he started to protect himself- like I was going to bring in something negative, worldly or otherwise.
It was like he felt like I was lying about something or had some dark truth or something dark following me. He asked me if I got hexxed! He doesn’t belive in that stuff, not really, neither do I! But we were talking about it like we did! I got scared, I said no! I don’t think so ..??? Wouldn’t I know? I try to be a champion of love, I dont want to hurt anyone or warrant negativity from anyone, I hope no one would hex me.
At one point he even asked me if I had the devil following me! I said no! Neither of us are religious like that! But I could tell his question had a double meaning- like he was asking if I messed with some bad things I had no business messing with- worldly or otherwise. But I haven’t, I’m not keeping a secret from him and I’ve never messed with a ouija board or ANYTHING like that.
My boyfriend kept saying the cats were being strange, that they didn’t even look like themselves. He has two, one of which is a black cat- Bear. When we made it to bed, Bear was ALERT, he kept looking around and was tense, he was at attention. My boyfriend said Bear was doing his job, he said “see he’s chasing spirits into corners”!!! I pet Bear and said that every house should have a cat and he said “especially a black one.”
I was just so surprised to hear those things come out of his mouth. I didn’t want him to believe me anymore.
I knew then that I really shouldn’t have opened my heart to this stuff again and I really tried to focus on my breathing and keep love in my heart against my ever growing fear and the feeling of mistrust I felt from my boyfriend. It seemed like he was worried I was going to pass something off to him (he has bad luck already).
We turned the lights off and I big spooned him like I normally do but I really clung to him like I was trying to make him feel my love and protect him. He asked me if I was on some witchcraft shit and I said NO! I stated aloud I do not welcome that into my life and want nothing to do with it but he responded saying it felt like I was holding onto some information!!! I really tried to make him understand that I wasn’t playing games or lying and wanted none of it but even vocalizing that something strange was happening felt like a bad idea. It was like the more we spoke of it, the more reality it was given.
I told him I loved him and he hesitated for a while. He told me he loved me too but that I was weirding him out. I resorted to just telling him to pay no mind to any of what we talked about and just remember life and the good. I was scared as fuck. I kept my thoughts on love and sending merit to all sentient beings like I used to do when I was practicing meditation and buddhism. My boyfriend quickly feel asleep.. it helped, but not enough. I knew it would be a long night for me. I hardly slept at all that night. I was just waiting for the sun to come up. As soon as it did, I felt free of it all once again.
Now it’s morning, I’m less afraid, but I’m confused. My boyfriend went to work and we hardly mentioned it aside from us agreeing “we didn’t talk about it”. I feel like I’m not done with it, though. Should I talk about it with him? Should we acknowledge the power of words we felt? How our words and the belief behind them brought us close to forces we don’t want to understand? Does anyone else know what I’m talking about? Has anyone else experienced something like this ?? Please help me understand.
** This happened a couple months ago and I copy and pasted what I wrote. I did bring it up with my boyfriend again and he admitted that he felt it. He said it was evil. I agreed. We also agreed to just forget about it. I still wonder if it really was evil or if we were just afraid. I don’t know if it was one entity or many. I still wonder.