“Diabolical forces are formidable. These forces are eternal, and they exist today. The fairy tale is true. The devil exists. God exists. And for us, as people, our very destiny hinges upon which one we elect to follow.” – Ed Warren, Demonologist and author
Saturday, December 23, 2017. Early evening.
Seventeen days after my profound session with the psychic reader, I had yet another mind-blowing personal experience of an entirely different nature. An encounter so vivid, so deeply unsettling, that even forty-five days later I can actively recall each moment as though I were right back where it happened again.
This particular Saturday night started unusually enough in that my youngest daughter and I went grocery shopping at Aldi, rather than our usual destinations of Tops or Wegmans. Caving to Boyfriend’s sustained exhortations to reduce the food bills, she and I trudged into the discount retailer somewhat begrudgingly, but with enough holiday spirit to indulge his plea. We bantered, trying to recall the last time either of us had set foot in Aldi, given our mutual dislike of the quality and selection there. We comically wrestled with getting the quarter in the doohickey to release the cart from its frozen prison. She giggled as I intoned dramatically about ‘not being able to go out the way we came in’, given the maze-like layout. Dutifully, we began selecting the items we could find from the list, while debating the relative merits of using ‘free empty boxes vs. paying for carry bags’ so as to load our self-packed haul into the car afterwards.
We soon realized the best way to get through our task would be to ‘divide and conquer’, with my pushing the cart, and her toting a large empty box down different aisles. At one point, I decided to head up toward the center of the cashing lanes in front of the store, to cut over to the bread section. Just as I pushed the cart to begin its left turn toward my intended destination, I happened to glance up, then instantly stopped stone dead in my tracks for what I locked eyes with:
In the bread section some ten feet away stood a lone haggard-visaged “woman”, staring directly at me with a twisted expression of unmitigated disgust and seething hatred. The sheer malevolence within “her” energy, came off her in palpable waves. I legitimately half-expected her eyes to suddenly glow red, and her lips to curl into a fang-toothed snarl. Somehow, I knew that it wasn’t the woman herself doing it, but a dark force within the woman, controlling her. Where once may well have been a typical middle-aged and once-attractive lady, she was long gone, for some entity having caused her to become ugly from the inside out. These observations came like a rapid-fire series of intuitions in seconds, therefore I intuitively recognized what I was facing was decidedly not human, hence the quotation marks above. She was clearly possessed by something.
[NOTE: I say this not to be hyperbolic, but to relate events with the dead accuracy an encounter like this demands.]
Blindsided, and not a little perplexed, I returned her gaze like a deer caught in headlights while my mind frantically cast about for context: why in the world was she looking at me like that?! Did I somehow know her? Did she know me from somewhere that I would not know her from? What in the world is happening here?? Interestingly, the one emotion I did not feel was FEAR. Bewilderment? Sure. Confusion? Definitely. Fear, though? Not a single iota.
At that moment, it was as though all the shoppers and shelves slowly faded and disappeared, leaving only her and I standing in a white-walled room still gripping our shopping carts in silent stand-off, much like a Star Trek holodeck program had abruptly ended. Very ‘Matrix’-esque, really. Have you ever had similar happen to you? Then you know the surrealism of same is quite breathtaking, much like what transpired next:
She and I continued to stare each other down in what felt a soundless, timeless space. The tension was thick and heavy in the air. She appeared for all the world precisely like a wolf, every muscle poised and ready to pounce, but seeming ‘locked’ in place. Unwilling or unable to attack, but prepared to annihilate the nanosecond it would or could – that sensation. Having had chance to come to grips, I found myself idly wondering what must have happened in her life, that she would look and be like that. At that passing musing, I had a sudden realization that equally as much as it wasn’t “her” I was seeing, but what was within her… she, too, wasn’t seeing ME, but rather the bright light within me. Possibly even the guardian angels around me, as well. A wave of compassion then crashed through me, and I felt my features soften as I tilted my head slightly, never for a moment breaking eye contact. THAT was when, out of nowhere, I telepathically ‘heard’ her sneer:
“I don’t need or want your PITY, human!”
The deep raspiness of the voice was bad enough, but the pure despisement with which the syllables were SPAT made me recoil. In past, on exceedingly rare occasions, I have ‘heard’ voices just outside of my ear calling my name. Once just recently, while worrying about my job and finances, I heard a male voice outside my ear intone: “Relax.” Yet never have I ever experienced true telepathic communication. Little did I realize, I would experience the phenomenon again in short order.
With the echoes of the vitriolic statement still bouncing around my arrested brain, I suddenly ‘heard’ a much different voice telepathically. This voice was male. Calm, but powerful. Commanding. Intuitively, I knew it to be my “male” guardian angel. He ‘said’, in direct response to her:
“This One is not for YOU.”
Yes, intentional capitalization of “One”. It was understood, as if to impart that by being of God and under the protection of His angels, I was greater/higher than “it”. Warmth, love, and peace coursed through my soul at the angel’s simple statement. Along with deep gratitude, and abiding fidelity. It was a truly joyous feeling, hearing that short rebuke on my behalf.
Right then, out of seemingly nowhere, my daughter’s voice rang out: “Mom! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
I felt as though her voice was coming out of the Ether, some distance away, which caused me to hesitate before looking away from that “being”. During all my twenty-seven years and seven months of being a mother, one thing I’ve learned is this: never break eye contact while being stared down by a child. They must be made to look away first. This establishes dominance. Yet, not only was I first to break eye contact with that entity inside that woman, but in the few moments after initially hearing my child’s voice, I also turned away so that my full back faced where she stood.
And just like that, the “spell” was broken.
I have no idea how long I was ‘gone’ during that experience. Replaying it in my mind while half-listening to my daughter asking if we could grab items not on our list, a strong feeling of disquiet sat in my solar plexus. I felt as though I were covered in some type of etheric “ick”, merely for being in proximity with that manifestation of darkness. Still, I never once looked over my shoulder as I normally would, to “clock” the location of that woman. I knew I didn’t have to. Dominance was established naturally, long ago. Other eyes were keeping keen watch, for me. No need to fear, no cause to mind my back against attack.
Thank you, God of Abraham. Thank you, angels.
OH, and the bread? Yeah, we never got any that night. My daughter did get to hear quite the story on the drive home, though!! 😉
In love and light,