Have I Called A Demon Or Become Possessed?

I have decided to post here to ask for help to put an end to a really strange chapter in my life.

I have registered using the username I use around the internet rather than incognito as things are way past being able to hide behind a simple name change as will become apparent.

In order to put everything into context I must start my story from the very beginning, and so I shall.

My childhood was very broken indeed, although my proficiency for technology was fostered (I would often sit down in front of a new computer, read the manual cover to cover and then program the machine without any assistance) things happened that never should.

As time went on these atrocities ceased and I went on with my life, then one day I wondered why I could not remember my childhood.

I decided to go on a journey with drugs to discover the parts of my mind that were shut off from my consciousness, little did I know what I was unlocking.

Once I realized the unfortunate truth I was afraid to talk to anyone about it due to the stigma attached to such things, it hung over me like a black cloud, this cloud grew and grew until eventually it spilled out.

I'm still not sure how or who found out but I am now branded in my community (and I suspect worldwide via the internet).

I can assure you, the reader of this wild journey that I have never and will never be that person, I am a victim of those painful times, not an instigator of such foulness. I ask you to believe this with all of my heart.

Now, shortly after the news broke, my pet cat Troi, a beloved treasure and one of the biggest lights of my life, suddenly became ill, her symptoms were that of anti-freeze poisoning, unfortunately her illness was terminal and I had to have her put down (1 year ago this very month in fact).

The pain of this loss rocked me to my very core and at it was at this time that weird things started to happen.

One night I wished that whomever called me by this branding would suffer the loss of a loved one.

Suddenly people in my workplace & their families starting dying in their sleep.

Then on two occasions I awoken from my sleep with a name on my lips (the second occurrence had two names) and both times I went back to sleep and woken in the morning to discover these people had died.

I am still not confident enough to divulge these names, but I think it's enough to say that two of the deaths made worldwide news.

After that I had my first (and so far only) OOBE (Out Of Body Experience), the typical kind in that I was looking down on my sleeping body in bed.

Next up came a dream in which I was in a black space in which a fog hung, this space was pretty short height wise but was very wide, and out of the fog came a huge grey hand.

I remember thinking "oh, a hand, what should I do?", I remember backing away from this hand in this space as it tried to grab me.

Rather than letting this hand grab me I proceeded to kiss it as a gentleman would to a lady in a Victorian movie, I then pressed my right cheek to it.

I remember being surprised that there was a touch of warmth to the hand rather than being ice cold as I expected.

I then awoke from the dream.

The next dream was in a futuristic setting in which I was with some people running through what can only be described as a spaceship corridor, we came to a large green orb set into a panel, I remarked to the people I was with that "I can jack into that", I then sat down on the floor next to the orb and began to fall asleep, the last thing I saw were the shoes of the people I was with coming back for me.

The next scene in this dream was simply grey, no sense of space this time, I remember feeling as if my head was bowed, I heard my name being spoken to my left (not my full name incidentally, just my first and last, not my middle) I then slowly awoke to a feeling of utter peace and tranquility.

I have not had any other dreams like this since I have taken to sleeping through the daytime rather than at night.

The most recent occurrence is that I have developed a personal odor of sulfur, not the rotten eggs smell that people often attribute to sulfur, rather the burnt match smell.

It was searching for sulfur smell that has lead me to this site and the decision to, pardon the pun, exorcise the demon to the world at large and seek your help.

What the heck have I brought into this plane/my soul?, how on earth do I send it back to where it came from?

Many thanks for reading this to the end, I can assure you this is no epic troll.

Yours Hopefully.

BloodyL.

P.S, my username might seem dark, however I chose it many many years before all of this weirdness ever started simply because it is something I do say a lot as an exclamation, right down to dropping the "hel" as I speak.