I frowned in the dark, with the dark blue light of dusk coming through my open blinds. I turned on my lights and closed the blinds, feeling the old “raw” and exposed feeling again.
The tenting is definitely gone. And I’m in denial. Total denial about it. NOOO! it can’t be so. No no no no no, I won’t accept it.
So I ignore it. I don’t say anything to Joe about it, and go about my life, as if everything is still perfectly calm and happy and back to normal. Make my dinner, eat, hang out with Joe. All the while, I’m in and out of my room, feeling the lack of tenting every single time I’m in there, refusing to admit it though. I can’t handle it. I can’t deal. I’m so in denial.
I make myself some raspberry tea, and curl up on my bed to read the Seth Speaks book. Which I was really digging, actually. It was turning off to be anything but what I expected.
And as I’m reading this book, I keep noticing the small black circles and white balls that are popping up here, there and everywhere around my room, in the air. NO NO NO NO NO! I say to myself, and go back to my reading. But they’re there. They don’t make any noise, but I can sense them, and keep looking up in time to see a few more, popping up all over the place. NO! It’s a trick of the eye, I tell myself. This room is CLEAN. Me and Mike CLEANED it, we took care of business, okay?? There’s no WAY anything could be in here!!!
yeah, but I felt the tenting was gone….
NO!!! NO NO NO NO NO!! You’re WRONG!
Back to reading.
Keep looking up, because the white balls and black circles are everywhere.
And Kitty is absolutely flipping out.
I mean, FLIPPING OUT. Racing about, in a frenzy.
At one point, she’s back up on the bed with me, as I’m reading, and she’s calm again. Giving herself a bath. One leg thrown back behind her head, licking and chewing at her fur. I’m staring at the air, to see these circles and balls that keep appearing everywhere, with my book open, in my lap. And right then, a white ball appears over my computer desk, and remains there for a good two seconds. And even though they’re audibly silent, something about them is “loud” and gets your attention. I watch as Kitty jerks her head up right then, and looks directly at the white ball, eyes bugged out. So both of our lines of sight are on the same spot. Her leg frozen in place, tense, still up in the air. She slowly lowers her leg, looking puzzled, and abandons her bath.
I go back to my reading. Knowing for certain now that okay, this is really happening. Kitty is seeing them too. We both were looking right at one at the same time.
While I’m reading, I start thinking about Steve, my ex. Something I’m reading triggers my thoughts. And I decide to call Mike and ask him what he thinks about this whole thing I’m thinking about. He’s home, and picks up his phone, and we talk for a bit. Me working through my post break up issues, even though it’s been like seven months, and despite the whole recent C___ mind fuck of epic proportions at my job.
And, Kitty is still flipping out like mad. Getting worse, and worse, and worse, as me and Mike’s conversation wears on. She’s spazzing out so bad, and tearing up my water bed bumpers so hard that I interrupt my conversation with Mike and yell at her,
“KITTY!!!!! STOP IT!!!!!” I yell, scared. I know that for her to be flipping out that badly means there’s something serious and major going on, or about to go on. And that scares the shit out of me. I can’t handle this anymore, I can’t deal with it anymore, it’s too much, too stressful. I just want it all to go away.
Mike sounds concerned now, as I nervously explain that she’s flipping out like a spaz. I tell him about the 2D black circles and 3D white balls I’ve been seeing all night, and how the tenting affect was gone today. I laugh nervously, only admitting it reluctantly for the first time. I tell him how Kitty looked at one of the white balls too, so we were both seeing it.
I eventually get off the phone with him. Sitting there, on my bed now. Sip my tea. Book in my lap. Watching Kitty run around.
I decide, as usual, to Exit Stage Left just moments before it all goes down. And it’s literally, stage left, since that’s where my door was, to the left.
I go knock on Joe’s door, to see if anything’s “happening” in his room. I find him lying on his bed, legs hanging over the side, head resting on his arms. When I ask him, he smiles and says, “Ohhhh yeaaah. All night.”
I tell him about what I’ve been seeing in my room, the circles and balls.
He smiles and nods. “Yup. I’ve been seeing them too.”
“Really? Wow…” I laugh.
“Look, they followed you…” he laughs a little, and lifts a hand to point behind me.
I turn and look.
Sure enough, behind me in the hall in the air I see black circles and white balls popping up here and there, like they’ve followed me out of my room. The light is on in the hall area, very bright, but it doesn’t matter, you can still see them, plain as day.
I run back to my room to grab my phone and call Mike back, and tell him the update. I was already dialing it as I went back out to Joe’s room. Got Mike back on the line as I hit Joe’s doorway again. Talked for a few seconds as I moved inside his room, telling Mike all about it. Saw as a few more circles and balls appeared in the air in the hall behind me again. Joked, “Ah, go away! Leave me alone!” grinning, and started to push the door closed, kidding around. “They’re in the hall way again, behind me,” I explained to Mike. “They followed me out of my room.”
Joe was still laying on the bed, head resting on his arms. As I began to close the door, I watched as Joe’s smile faded from his face, looking out into the hallway through the small opening in the doorway.
“Open the door,” he said, sounding serious, talking very low. He was slowly sitting up.
“Why?”
“Open the door,” he said again, still low, but more intense. “Open it, quick…”
I stopped smiling, not liking the look on his face. What was going on?
“Hold on,” I said to Mike on the phone. I turned and pulled the door back open again. Joe was up now, and next to me in the doorway, looking out into the living room.
“What’s going on?” Mike asked.
“I’m not sure…hold on…” I said.
I looked out into the living room too, where Joe was looking.
There, straight ahead, in front of the window covered by blinds, was a large, bluish white entity. Stretching from floor to ceiling – which was ten feet high – and slowly moving about, changing shape.
“THAT just came out of your room,” Joe informed me, dead pan.
“WHAT?”
“When you were closing my door…I watched it, coming out of your room and moving down the hallway…Hoh-leeeee-SHIT…” he said. “Do you SEE that???”
“Yeah…I think I do…”
The next few minutes were a blur of me excitedly narrating to Mike what we were seeing, live, as it went down. Explaining the color, the shapelessness of it, as it slowly stretched and moved about. I could see a long tendril looking thing move upwards towards the ceiling, and back down again. Joe had a matching description, of a “tentacle thing that reached up and slapped the ceiling!!!” There was just a whole lot of “oh my god”s and “did you see THAT?!? Do you SEE it?” And the best one,
“Yeah yo, we’ve got some new and IMPROVED shit goin’ on!”
That was Joe. I couldn’t help but laugh, even in the middle of it all.
Mike listened, from his end, sighing, saying, “I wish I could be there to see it. Too bad you can’t take pictures…”
Me and Joe wondered if it could see us. Does it know we’re here? Can it even perceive us? What is it doing? Where is it going? What IS it?!? But there were no answers. We had no way to tell if it was seeing us. It was silent, and it wasn’t coming into contact with us. It had just come out of my room, and was standing before us in the living room, stretching from floor to ceiling, slowly moving about.
Kitty came over and sat down calmly between us, watching it too. No longer spazzing out. That was pretty interesting. So it was Joe, then Kitty, then me, all in a row, standing before it.
Finally the thing left the room, and silently exited through the corner of the living room.
Me and Mike hung up. Now Kitty was back to life again, galloping in circles around and around and around and around the entire living room. The black circles and white balls were back now, along with my old pals the “sparklies.” Yellow orange sparkle ember looking things were all over the air, along with the balls and circles popping up. Residual energy? Kitty continued to gallop around…and was doing something really amazing. She kept detouring from her circle and making a mad dash for the corner of the living room…where the exit was. Run right over as if she planned to go through the wall, like she could see an opening. Only at the last second would she stop, stunned, realizing there was a wall there, and that she couldn’t go through. Then she’d go back to galloping in circles, around and around, looking up into the air, at all the sparklies and white balls that were popping up everywhere. Then make a dash for the exit again. Then back to galloping around.
Joe was excited about it for a good half hour afterwards, going off about the sheer size of this one. He couldn’t get over it. We nicknamed it “The Granddaddy of Them All!!!” because it was huge.
And once again, Kitty had known about the cross over. Not that it was anything new at this point. It was just surprising to have such a big one in MY room. I usually got the smaller stuff.
Which led me to have to deal with the fact that me and Mike’s tenting thing hadn’t lasted. Although, technically, it had worked and did last, if you were only considering that one It thing. The It thing never came back again, for the rest of the time I lived in that place. So really, the tenting did work, permanently…..but just only with the one thing I intended it for.
There was another night where I was getting ready to go to bed. Like usual, I needed to light my candle, for light. I had no matches though. doh. Well, Joe probably has some, I figured. So off to his room I went. I knocked a little on his door, knowing that he was already in bed though. As I opened the door and peeked in, Kitty tore out of the room, dashing between my legs, looking terrified.
I glanced about his room, lit by some of his own candles, on top of his dresser. I gave the room a quick once over. See if I could see anything, the reason for her terror.
It was a pretty quick glance though. I wasn’t that interested in seeing it, whatever it was.
I snagged some matches off his dresser, and closed the door.
Went back to my room, lit the candle, turned off the light. And then, like usual, I made sure Kitty wasn’t in my bathroom, before I closed the door. I didn’t leave the bathroom door open anymore, only because she would always end up jumping up on the toilet tank, making a lot of noise and knocking things over, waking me up. So I eliminated that by keeping her out of the bathroom.
I crawled into bed, and was there for only about 30 seconds, with my eyes closed, but still awake, when I heard my toilet tank slam around.
Kitty! I thought. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lock you in the bathroom, I thought, getting up. I walked to the bathroom and flung open the door, fully expecting to see her, and yet, confused too, because I was absolutely positive she wasn’t in there when I checked.
“Kitty!” I said, as I opened the door and clicked on the light.
No, no Kitty.
The bathroom was empty.
Confused, I went back into my room, checking around. Kitty was laying on the floor, under the overhang of my bed. Paws tucked under her. Looking up at me.
Huh, I thought. I shrugged, and turned off the light and closed the door. I honestly didn’t think anything of it, or get scared. I was tired, and wanted sleep. So that’s what I did.
The next night, I was on my way out the door to go over to Julie’s and hang out with her and Dave and Mike for awhile, when I thought to ask Joe about his room. I was remembering Kitty’s terror.
“Hey, did you have anything going on in your room last night?” I asked.
“Um, nooo…” he said, looking puzzled.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah…I think…why?”
So I told him about me going into his room, and Kitty being terrified. But I didn’t mention the time to him. Or mention anything about my own incident with the toilet tank.
“Oh wait, yeah, something did happen last night…around 9:30, right after I just got into bed. I heard my TOILET flush, and the toilet tank was slamming around against the wall. By itself. I got up to go check it out, and when I turned on the bathroom light the bathroom cabinets were open, and the medicine cabinet too. Everything that could be opened was opened, and the toiled was finishing its flush….”
“NOO! No WAY!” And I remembered about my toilet tank incident. At the same time, in my room. I told him about it, very excited about it.
When I left, I was like, Bye Joe! Bye Kitty!!….Bye, everybody else! Bye!! See everybody later! Have fun!!!
I just felt it would be weird to only say goodbye to Joe and Kitty, when there were other things living there too. ;)
And then there was the incident where I was sitting on my floor in my room, listening to the radio, eating my dinner, totally absorbed in the program. Kitty was lounging on the bed behind me, not moving.
Suddenly I heard the distinctive sound of three loud knocks on my headboard.
My head jerked behind me, towards the headboard.
So did Kitty’s.
We both sat still, staring at it, wide eyed and perplexed.
“Hi…” I said, tensely, to the air, where the knocking had come from.
It’s always good to acknowledge a human one. That’s usually all it wants. So just give them what they want, dammit, so it doesn’t get even more pissed off, or frustrated. O.o
But just to make sure, I got up and went to Joe’s room, and knocked on his door.
“WHAT?” he said, annoyed. I opened the door.
He was laying on his bed, in the middle of writing. He glanced up, annoyed, and slid his headphones off his ears. “What?”
“You didn’t just knock three times right now, on the wall or something, did you?”
“No,” he said, annoyed.
“Didn’t think so. But just checking. It’s just that, me and the cat heard something knock three times on my headboard…”
“It was probably her.”
“Yeah, I know. But I’m just checking, you know, JUST to make sure.”
He wasn’t interested. He was already going back to his writing, itching to slip his headphones back on.
The last major incident that happened while still living there was in April. And I specify “while still living there” only because there was a major incident that happened after we’d moved out, and had gone back for a visit. But that comes later. So there was a night where I kept getting bothered by something, and it kept attaching itself to me, over and over. It first came around about 2:15 in the morning. I woke up to the sound of it flying around the room in the air, which created this indoor wind sort of whooshing noise. The sound of it buzzing about, basically. It kept swooping down, attaching itself to me, and sticking to my back, butt and thighs, because I’d made the mistake of letting the covers slip off of me. And it was the most BIZARRE feeling, like being electrocuted. But not in a negative way. I could tell this one didn’t have malicious or negative intent. My whole body would pulsate with the weird electrical energy, feeling pinned, and paralyzed from it. I couldn’t let it stay on me, of course, and had to keep shrugging it off me. Which wasn’t easy, let me tell you. Because I couldn’t move from the intense energy of it. So I’d have to give it everything I had to shrug it off, and become “de-paralyzed”. Then I’d hear it circling about overhead, this wind, movement, pressurized whooshing noise, as I’d try to fall back to sleep. Then it would do it again. And I’d have to shrug it off.
I never got scared though, amazingly. And you’d think I would be, after that one attack. But I think I wasn’t scared because there was nothing hostile about this one, whatever it was. The vibe I got from it was almost like an excited puppy dog or something, all hyper and happy, continually latching itself onto me. For whatever reason. I even tried “talking” to it, not outloud though, but in my head. I was calm, laying there, as it was stuck to me, like some happy drooling puppy dog, and I was saying, “noooo…” like the way you slowly reprimand a puppy, or a little kid or something. “nooooo…get off me…come on, get off….nooooooo….noooooooo…” Didn’t work. But I tried, just to see what would happen. Then I tried to see how long I could let it cling on to me, to see if would give it up and let go after awhile, just out of curiosity. Nope. It was clingy. And determined. “Velcro Critter.”
I was able to fall back to sleep for intervals of time before Velcro Critter would try again, and latch on to me. But it finally got to be such a hassle that I got up early, at 6 am, because it just would not leave me the hell alone. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wasn’t going to spend the next hour wrestling with it or something, forget it. I was up already, thank you very much.
When I got up the sun was already coming up, and dawn light was coming into my room. And I could still hear this thing, loud and clear, flying about in the air above me bed. Damn! I thought.
On a sidenote: As I add in this edit all these years and many more entity encounters later, I can say that something like this is very rare. In my personal experiences, pretty much all entities I’ve encountered have occurred in the lower astral plane, while I was in a state of being half awake/half asleep, and where the etheric energy body becomes loose-y goose-y, popping “upward” into the astral. Very few have ever fully manifested in our physical reality. The “big attack” being the absolute most spectacular incident that I’ve ever experienced in my entire life, to this day even. To be able to not only cross over into our physical realm, but then actually grab onto and yank a human around like a ragdoll, gaining the physical upperhand and siphoning away their life force energy in the process, leaving them feeling like they had the shit kicked out of them, is just beyond. Nothing has come close to that. There were also the benign “blueish white blob/cloud” looking ones, including “the Graddaddy of Them All!” but none of which I’ve ever actually come into physical contact with. They don’t seem interested in that. Whatever they are they just show up and kick around for a short bit, maybe observing, I don’t know, then move on.
So for this phenomenon to persist in the room, while I was fully awake and walking around, and while the sun was already up, is amazing. Because another aspect of entity phenomenon I’ve also noticed is that these things don’t really manifest during daylight hours. Pretty much always in the safety of night. Something about the sun, the light, the UV radiation, whatever it is that the sun and its powerful energy does to our realm, it’s too much. So they mainly stick to the safety of night. “When the sun’s away the heeby jeebies will play.” O.o This is something that Robert Bruce also noted in his book “Practical Psychic Self Defense.” “….the subtle energies of which Negs and ghosts are composed are damaged by sunlight.” (page 74) There are endless things in that book, as mentioned, which align to what we experienced while living in this apartment. Again, wish I’d had it when I was going through all of this. What a difference that would have made, just for the corroboration alone.
Kitty wandered into my room just then, hearing that I was up. As soon as she meandered into my room she stopped, startled, and looked bug eyed up at the ceiling, like, WHAT the…?!?
Then she spazzed out, looking wildly up at the ceiling where I could still hear the wind/movement noise spinning around in the air. She’d dash around, stop, and look up at the ceiling wildly, then dash off to a different spot, and stop, and look up wildly. It was funny. And once again it proved I wasn’t imagining this.
It came around a few more times after that, over the next few weeks, waking me up with it’s pressurized whooshing movement wind noise, circling about overhead. But I got smart. I tried crouching myself up into a fetal position, with the covers completely covering me, so it wouldn’t have a way of attaching itself to me. I was on my side, for starters, crunched up, and under the covers. So, ha! Good luck! And it worked. I’ve since learned that these things can attach to you when you’re splayed out, either on your back, or on your stomach, open and vulnerable, half out of the covers. When you’re crunched up, under the covers, you’re okay. (Basically the same thing Joe had figured out as a young child back in Connecticut, as mentioned at the beginning of this write up, and why he was resorting to zipping himself into a sleeping bag every night in his enclosed closet to sleep, versus being vulnerable/exposed on his bed in his wide open room.)
And so, yet another event that I couldn’t talk about to anybody. Felicity picked me up from our usual meeting spot down at Portola Plaza, and I couldn’t say a word about it. I had another night of minimal sleep, because of an exciting and interesting incident, of the paranormal variety, no less, but had to keep all this exciting stuff to myself. As it was I’d recently learned that Julie didn’t truly believe me, deep down. Mike had told me that they were talking about me one night when he was over visiting with her and Dave, and when he asked her if she believed me she had said, “Honestly?” (taking a big drag off her cigarette, as he relayed, since they were out on her patio.) “No.”
Whatever, I thought, when I found out about that. It hurt a little, only because she acted like she believed it, always emailing me during the day asking me to tell her a story, talk about whatever latest thing was going on, but never saying, You know what? I think you’re nuts. There’s no way this shit is really happening to you guys! So after Mike confessed their conversation I emailed her and told her, being totally huffy, that if she doesn’t believe me then fine…but just SAY so. Tell me. Don’t act like you do believe me, so I tell you more and more stories, then turn around and tell Mike that you don’t think it’s real. Just tell me if you think I’m crazy, and I’ll just keep it to myself.
She emailed me back, insisting Oh no, I never said that, I DO believe you!!
I’ve gone through this before though, with Julie and Mike. The whole He Says, She Says deal, where one claims that the other said something, and then the other vehemently denies it, up and down, backwards and forwards, and neither one will admit who’s being the liar. Long after that Mike continued to insist that she really did say that. In fact, he brought it up out of the blue months later when we were talking about Julie. He wanted me to know that he wasn’t being the liar, that she really did say that. I was like, Well, whatever. Doesn’t matter anymore now, I guess. I actually believe Mike in this instance. What he described of what she said and how she said it was totally Julie, just a dead on imitation. She wasn’t the most sincere person, let’s just put it that way. Because not only did she not take life seriously, she didn’t take people, and thus, any of her personal relationships seriously. There was no real connection or concern happening on her end for anybody or anything. It’s why she could cheat on every boyfriend she was ever with without a second thought, no guilt, shame or remorse, and also why she never showed appreciation for anything that so many people had done for her and Katelyn over the years. And I’d seen her two-face other people over the years, including Mike, which I never told him. So….you know…….kinda easy to know who to believe in this instance.
By spring of 2001 Julie and I finally had our falling out, brought on by her complaining for the billionth time about Dave to me. I had no sympathy for anything about that situation since I knew her too well, and knew what sort of things she was getting up to behind his back. Just endlessly going in circles, always complaining about the same stupid shit, it just never ended with her. Boring broken record. No progress. No growth. No light bulbs ever going off. She belonged to the school of females who think life is about sitting around with your group of female friends, smoking cigs while rolling your eyes as you endlessly trashtalk men, clucking about your boyfriend and divulging intimate details about your relationship/sex life. (something she actually complained about years back – wondering in a mildly annoyed way why I wouldn’t tell her details about my “personal business,” when meanwhile she was always telling me all the details of hers. Even though I never asked. Her way was to air personal dirty laundry, always be “jokingly” roasting whatever guy she was dating, but especially if he was right there to hear her “jokingly” shit talk him/emasculate him to others, divulge “TMI” intimate details, and just being disloyal in general. And once again….I’m not like that. 180 opposite.)
So fully realizing the fallout that could happen with what I was about to say I just blurted it out anyway, because I’d reached my threshold. Basically, You know what? You can either accept him and the situation for what it is and stop complaining, or……..leave! Break up! But MAKE a fucking decision, instead of just complaining about it all the time!
Annnnnddd….cue the defensive, indignant response, as I kind of expected. I just didn’t care though. Insert a big “oh well” shrug of DGAF indifference. Sure, I probably could have worded it a little softer, but at the same time I just no longer respected her for so many reasons, including things I don’t even delve into here, so….I just didn’t care enough to try to tiptoe nicely. She didn’t bring anything constructive to my life, and I was tired of being around her immature dysfunction that seemed to only be getting worse as time went on, despite the exterior appearances getting better. And after that we just stopped talking. No more emailing each other during the day while at our jobs, no more hanging out with her and Dave. It wasn’t some explosive fight or anything. It just….quietly ended, nine years after first meeting, and all the endless crazy life adventures we’ve individually gone through but where reality kept putting us back in each other’s paths, over and over again. And that was it.
Not long after that Mike also cut the ties with her, after finally waking up to how she’d just been using him and toying with him the past eight or so years, but had no intention of ever actually making him her boyfriend and running off together. Despite the few “freebies” she’d doled out here and there years back. (Even though she hadn’t doled anything out recently there were however several times just prior to all this when Mike was visiting, and Julie pulled him aside and started making out with him in one room, while Dave was in another, just right under Dave’s nose basically. Just because. But talk about messing with Mike’s head.) He finally faced reality though. Again, no explosive fight. Just a quiet parting of the ways. He just stopped calling her, stopped going over to her and Dave’s, and it all just faded away. And despite how long he’d known her, since early ’94, she surprisingly – although kind of NOT surprisingly – just let him go. No questions. No concern, like, What’s going on?? What’s up?? Where are you?? Basically just “Oh well.” Drifting on with life, like he hadn’t been actively in the picture for almost seven years straight, doing all kinds of things for her. Proving that he didn’t mean anything to her at all, and never did. So I know that was a bit of a hurtful wakeup call for him to have to face. But Mike finally letting the idea of her go and no longer holding himself in some weird emotional limbo opened him up to finally meeting his future wife and getting married in 2004. So it was a very good move on his part.
But once again, back to our paranormal adventures…… O.o
Then came the day where I was filing in Felicity’s office. It was one of those large file cabinets that was about four feet long, and where the files hung sideways, versus the vertical filing cabinets with square shaped drawers stacked on top of each other. I had been in there for a good ten minutes, with the long file drawer open, doing my thing, as she sat at her desk working on her computer. We chatted a bit, and I left to go get something, leaving the drawer open.
Well apparently after I left the room, a cold drafty breeze started stirring around her office. Pouring out…from the filing cabinet.
Felicity’s office didn’t have A/C.
She sat there at her desk, looking around the office, puzzled. Thinking, what the HELL??
She slowly got up to figure out where all this cold air was coming from. When she realized it was literally pouring out of the filing cabinets, where I had just been standing, she froze. (no pun intended.) She called for the nearest person who was around, to come and check this out.
“Jan! JAAAAAN!!!” she yelled.
Jan got up from her cubicle next door and came over.
She pointed it out to Jan, and they both investigated, checking all over and all around the area, for a logical source of this cold air pouring out. But the filing cabinets were completely enclosed, and there weren’t any vents behind the cabinets, on the wall. There was no way for a draft to be generated, let alone to actually be flowing, as if it were A/C.
They were both mystified.
I came back into her office again. Felicity was looking at me VERY strangely now. She had never looked at me like that before. She told me to check this out…and showed me the phenomenon. She couldn’t get over it. It actually made her a little nervous. She puzzled over it for the rest of the afternoon, that’s how much it freaked her out.
It was definitely something, but, I still don’t have a viable explanation for what it was. It could have been what Joe called a “Hitchhiker.” Hitchhikers were ones that basically attached themselves to you and followed you out into the real world. This supposedly happened to Joe all the time. He was always piggybacking some hitchhiker around with him. They were harmless he claimed. All they wanted was a ticket out into the real world, to be able to get out. And they needed a body to attach themselves to in order to do this. Thing is though, it came with a price to the person giving the piggyback. They completely drain your energy.
[NOTE: This was yet another spot-on match from Robert Bruce’s book, “Practical Psychic Self Defense.” He talks about all of this, and uses these exact terms, “piggybacking” and “hitchhiking,” as well as talking about how the earthbound spirits or Negs who do this to people drain their energy in order to accomplish it. So, Joe definitely knew what he was talking about when he explained this concept to me. Pretty much everything Joe ever told me about “how things are” wound up eventually being corroborated by multiple other sources, and/or where direct evidence eventually did come in for it down the line, even if it took a few years. As mentioned in “Chasing Phantoms,” this kid was walking around with knowledge that he shouldn’t have had, and there was absolutely no way to account for it by mainstream conventional means. He didn’t read books about metaphysics, spirituality, the paranormal, conspiracy or abductions of any type, instead spending his free time playing around with his electronics and radio scanners, or engaging in criminal mayhem. Yet he just…….inexplicably knew everything he knew about things he’d never researched.]
But that’s why I didn’t necessarily think that the filing cabinet incident was a hitchhiker, even though Joe did, and other people who’ve since heard the story do. I didn’t feel drained. At least, I don’t think I did. So I was like the only one who didn’t fully buy it. But then on the other hand, I was always so drained by that point from the activity going on in our apartment 24/7 that maybe I wouldn’t have even noticed the difference.
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