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This is the most similar photo I found that matches how the dark spirit looks like.  No eyes, nose, or any facial features but it’s a girl of about 4 or 5 years of age.

Saturday afternoon of last week, I went to the city to visit my parents and felt so lucky that I got to sleep at my nephew’s bed. After like 2 hours of playing with Ogoro chan (my nephew) I felt so exhausted and dosed off.

I had like random visions and interactions with familiar people in my dream and then suddenly I was on my nephew’s bed – paralyzed and scared. A black spirit of an angry girl (who comes from my previous dream) was forcing her way to enter my body. The experience was so vivid I believed for some time that it’s real.

The energy from the dark spirit of the girl was so aggressive in entering my body that I can feel its heat. As ironic as it sounds, the spirit has a temperature and my co-CBSi pals laughed at me when I related this story to them.

As I struggled with all my might to push the spirit away, I tried to scream and asked help from my father who at that time was busy talking with my mother outside my little nephew’s “room” (as what the sleep paralysis experience fed my brain). As I tried to scream and noticed that no sound was coming out from my mouth, I started to understand that I was having a “nightmare” again, with the same situation but different assailant this time.

I tried to move and brushed the spirit away who started to enter my body making an entry on my forehead but my effort was futile. I can’t move and although I can open my mouth it produced no sound. Though I knew that I was having a sleep paralysis and it’s just a part of my dream, my brain persistently told me to get away from the spirit or else I will be possessed with an evil entity.

In my persistent resistance against the dark spirit which was slowly settling (I felt its presence while it slowly enters my body because of its “warm” temperature) inside me, I started praying the “Our Father” and when I tried to wrestle again I found a holy rosary hanging on my neck. A flood of sudden relief temporarily made me calm but I still can’t move.

The dark spirit was coming back at me again (it sort of flushed away when I got the rosary) angrier and the heat it emitted was more intense compared to its first attempt. I bravely opposed its will to enter my body and I recited the holy rosary aloud. While praying I tried my best to move. I wiggle the toes of feet while trying again and again to shout. And in my very last shout, a sound successfully escaped my mouth and my father found me trembling with eyes shut still shouting. He woke me up though I knew I was already awake since the moment the spirit started to forcefully enter my body.

My other sleep paralysis experiences are accurately illustrated in the documentary video below.

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That was the very first time that my half-cooked brain had successfully convinced the skeptic side of me to try tarot reading. I’m talking about last Saturday when I met this group of individuals who are into paranormal stuffs. These people are into things that interest me a lot. Matters and non-matters beyond normal has intrigued me ever since, and it’s really great to meet humans with the same line of interest.

To be honest, that was the very first time I heard of the word “Wiccan”. I checked it out online and found out that this word refers to people who practice herbal healing and benign witchcraft. We all know witchcraft for sure. From all those witches we saw in movies and comic strips(and those stories my great father told me about our witch neighbor). They always belong to the dark side, and if you think of a witch, the common image that would float on your bloody head is definitely of that of a wrinkled old woman, with a long pointed nose, a very long and gray hair, wearing a black robe, black hat and a broomstick and with those menacing blood-red eyes that would surely scare the shit out of you.

Well, the above graphical description is definitely too good for cinematic purposes. Wiccan is a sort of religion as what one told me when I asked her about it. It’s a way of life and it’s more on getting intimate with nature. Others are into feng shui, palm reading, astrology, sorcery, shamanism, ghost hunting, and a lot more paranormal stuffs that are not familiar to me. Madam Dulce, a professor from UP-Tacloban was also with us. She’s a self-confessed witch and she said that her being a witch is hereditary. Her confession made me really curious about her.

Anyways, I tried tarot reading, and the very first tarot reader that I approached really hit it straight. All his readings are very true, but my ever skeptic head doesn’t want to let it go that easy. If all his readings are true then that must be credited to the fact that I try to relate his readings to things that are currently happening in my life. Or maybe, the cards are really saying the truth. But, I guess it really doesn’t matter which is which.

And then, I tried another reading. The results of this one disappointment me a lot. The reading is based on my self-thought questions that are answerable with a yes or no. Of all three questions that I made two had answers of NO and the other one was MAYBE. I felt a little depressed. Maybe is definitely a No. I really don’t understand myself why the reading results affected me so much. I guess I was too consumed with my emotional dilemma that time that I forgot that I should not take the readings seriously.

Tarot Reading

with Madam Dulce

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