I have always been different. Since I was a baby, people would comment on my aura, telling my parents of how special I was. My father was special, too, and so it was never considered a strange thing when I could tell who was calling before the phone rang, or saw people walking around in the house when we were alone.
It was what we considered normal.
Throughout my younger years I experienced many strange things, but none stranger than the beings that would wake me up in the middle of the night. The ones with the green eyes... The Watchers.
I would see them at the foot of my bed, or next to my bed, always just watching me. They were dark, with ears like a chihuahua (the best I can describe, sorry) and glowing, green eyes. I would see them but was paralyzed each time, as though I was wrapped in some blanket that rendered me motionless. Night after night I would see them, hear them scurrying about, feel their breath on me like the frost on a freezer door. I never feel fear during the experiences, only wonder.
Then one night one appeared near the window, with its jowl exposing rows of teeth, smiling at me with almost a sense of satisfaction. It was tall, hunched over, and it clenched its hands. Lightning flashed, and then it was morning.
Meanwhile, my mother was visited at work by a woman who would tell her that I was in danger. She would give her Bible verses to read to me, mostly about putting on the armor of God, but she dismissed her as a quack. But one day she came to my mother, pleading with her to pray for me. Something in her eyes must have struck a cord with my Mom, because the next day she came to me asking if there was something I needed to tell her.
It was the night after the large one came. So I broke down and told her, shaking. We prayed together and hung rosaries at my bedposts, and sprinkled holy water around the bed... An attempt at taking control of the situation.
And then they were no more, at least for a few years, but as I grew older, those dormant abilities began to awaken. I studied all materials and have learned how to hone them to the best of my present wisdom, but I have so much further to go.
I still see "The Watchers" at times. They come seeking entry, seeking a domain, but I no longer will entertain their presence. Their lights show me their intentions, their spirits unable to completely mask the deception behind their insatiable need to interfere with those who justly seek truth.
Those who know me know that I tell the truth, for they have all experienced these phenomena at one point of time or another, just for being around me.
My husband can especially attest to this.
To some I am labeled as a witch; to others an empath or psychic. I can read thoughts and see those who don't want to be seen.
I suppose for now, I am a warrior.
Any other warriors out there?