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Astral Abduction?

 

The experience I am about to relate is one of my darkest secrets. It may well have been my first contact with the world of the Paranormal, and considering my age at the time, nearly nine years old, definitely one of my youngest. It was most probably my so called awakening event, if you hold to such beliefs, though I suppressed the actual details for a very long time due to their horrific nature, and to some extent seemed to forget that I was, in fact, awakened at all.

Now my ex-girlfriend and I actively experimented a lot with psychological magick and the power of auto-suggestion while we were together, and it was during one of these impromptu sessions a year or so ago that the full details of the event came flooding back to me, hitting me like a hammer blow in the pit of my stomach. Just to clarify, the following are actual memories, not constructions of my subconscious, and no hypnosis was used in their retrieval. I now remember remembering them for a while when I was a child, and I know enough about the workings of my mind through my Magickal dabbling to recognise the difference anyway.

I've always had problems sleeping, ever since I was a child. During my teens I suffered from terrible, apocalyptic nightmares, the walking dead eating their way through everyone I've ever loved while I am forced to look on, unmolested by the undead but unable to help the living. Yet even before this period in my life the thought of going to bed scared me, leading to insomnia and sleep deprivation, the solace which I witnessed others finding in their nocturnal dream world forever denied to me. Perhaps the following experience, my suppressed memories, can form something of an explanation for both this and my continued fear of the dark to this day.

We lived in a damp, draughty first floor maisonette in the east end of London. There were only two bedrooms, and the smaller of the two was so riddled with mould that it was used as a storage and play room while my family and I shared the master bedroom. My parents slept in a double bed, I had a small single bed in the corner of the room and my seven month old younger brother slept in a cot on the other side of their bed from me. I was overjoyed that he had been born, even now the number thirteen, his birthday, is my lucky number, and though there have been huge periods where we didn't get on, developed outright and occasionally violent hostility towards each other, I still love him.

I fell asleep quite normally on the night in question, as I always did up to that point, though I was awakened during the night by an overwhelming feeling of being called or enticed forcefully into the Spare bedroom, though I heard nothing. Now because of the old fashioned layout of the top part of the house, the only door to the smaller bedroom was through the master bedroom, and I could see light flooding under the closed door as I walked towards the it, the feeling of unreality subsiding somewhat as I crossed the threshold from the carpeted main bedroom onto the cold, bare floorboards of the largely unfurnished smaller one, only to return with a vengeance once I realised that the room was lit by an almost neon, artificial daylight, and that I was not alone.

The creature itself was about the same size as my brother at the time, a foot or so high, wearing what at first looked like one of his blue all in one baby outfits, the ones that zip up at the front and have attached shoes/gloves. Yet closer inspection showed certain inconsistencies in both the fabric and zip area, and this, coupled with the odd hat that the child was wearing, almost akin to the old fashioned leather headgear which pilots wore during world war one, albeit without the associated goggles and in a creamy off white colour, lead me to second guess my first instincts that my brother had simply climbed out of his cot and gone into the spare bedroom to play.

And then the thing opened it's mouth and spoke. They were not words, not even sounds, just a stream of odd whistles and beeps, something like a modem makes, though you have to understand that this was the late 1980's and such technology did not yet exist, at least not to the general public. And my reaction was absolute and merciless, the actions of a cornered child who has suddenly been confronted with something so undeniably unreal, something that was threatening to harm and possibly replace his brother, and something which exuded such an aura of fear and loathing that it had to be destroyed utterly.

So I attacked it. I won't go into the details of my assault on the creature here, as it would probably prove far too graphic an account. But suffice to say that I remember every blow, every broken bone, everything down to the feel of the dismembered creature's blood on my hands as I tore away one of it's arms at the shoulder, the sound of my own maniacal laughter the only thing that I could hear as it struggled to escape me. Not the normal reaction of an nine year old boy, and an outpouring of outright hostility which forever coloured the way in which I interact with the spirit world to this day.

Then all I remember is a bright light flooding through the windows of the spare bedroom, something like a helicopter spotlight shining point blank through the glass directly into my eyes, and then blackness. I couldn't tell you just how long I was unconscious for, but when I jumped awake in the master bedroom I was spotlessly clean, sweating profusely and terrified beyond reason. I assumed, perhaps somewhat childishly considering my age, that whatever those creatures were, they would take my brother's life in exchange for me murdering one of their own, and when I finally plucked up the courage to force myself across the bedroom to my brother's cot I was relieved to see that he was sleeping soundly, unharmed and unknowing of exactly what had occurred so few feet away from him.

The next day I checked the spare room in minute detail, finding no evidence of the creature, living or dead, and no biological residue from the attack. Yet I refused to accept that it was a dream, and fearing the ridicule of my supposedly sceptical family I dealt with the pain and uncertainty on my own, throwing my life into an almost obsessional interest in the occult and paranormal which continues even now. Even so, I was relieved when we moved across town early in the next year, and my reasoning that they would be unable to find me in the new house was partly responsible for my suppressing the memories of the event, along, no doubt, with my young age.

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Believer2012 (1 stories) (13 posts)
 
10 years ago (2010-12-08)
Wow that's freaky! Was it lying on the ground or what? What was with the glow coming from the cupboard?
Texan17 (2 stories) (66 posts)
 
10 years ago (2010-09-25)
i don't know what to think of it. Usually il get a sense about what people talk about on here. But for this its hard to say. Don't think your crazy or anything, but if it was astral projecting which it musta been. I still find it odd how you killed the thing. I have never heard of any atral projection where an individual killed something, especially in such a damn way. So I don't know about this one. I have had my own astral memories, but iv never had such a strange one befor. In all likely hood it was probably evil, which is why your instinct was to attack it. A vortex was likely the cause for it being around. Must of jumped in from another realm. A lower level realm. Wel, interesting. At least you didn't let it harm you or your family. I bet it was negative
academylin (14 stories) (303 posts)
 
12 years ago (2009-01-28)
Keep mistrusting and discover for yourself!
Thats really good to hear!
Lin x 😊
VulpesVulpes (guest)
 
12 years ago (2009-01-28)
Hey cloudycloudycloud, thanks for the advice anyway. Even if the whole hypnotism thing wasn't a route I'd actively choose to go down, its nice to know that my experience got everyone here thinking. And the same thanks goes out to everyone else who came up with ideas too. I'll probably never be completely comfortable with the way the spirit world overlaps my own, and I'll no doubt never trust the entities which I encounter on an alarmingly regular basis, but as long as the people who run this site don't mind having someone with an overly mistrustful view on all this paranormal stuff around, then I should be here for a while yet.
CloudyCloudyCloud (51 posts)
 
12 years ago (2009-01-28)
looking back on the advice I gave you, I'd like to add that I don't know too much about hypnotherapy; I've never been hypnotized either, so I don't truly know if it's a proper way to deal with this situation. Academylin has a good suggestion... I think that our interpretation of past events is important; how you reflect on the incident will be important down the road & feeling a symbolic sense of safety will probably protect you. Good luck with everything. ❤
leodowneyjr (1 stories) (71 posts)
 
12 years ago (2009-01-28)
I seen a true story on TV about a demon who apeared as a little boy to a man who was missing his kids. It was on discovery chanel. It had many same details. It was an episode of a haunting. About a male and female roomate who work together. They never did find out what eventualt came of the target guy being haunted.
VulpesVulpes (guest)
 
12 years ago (2009-01-27)
Thanks for the input everyone.

Yes, I had contemplated seeing a hypnotherapist, though the problems which arise when subconscious thoughts and desires leak into the conscious mind during a hypnotic state (the same thing which sceptics hold causes past life memories in regressed patients) put me off a little. I would rather remember the little I do about the event genuinely, than allow it to be coloured by an already damaged imagination, albeit by accident. That's why I also made a point of mentioning that I had not been under hypnosis at the start of my above article. I'm not hostile to hypnotism, I just don't think that it is conclusive enough a methodology for my own use in this case. Plus, in all honesty, I fear what I would uncover if I opened that particular pandora's box, and the effect that it would have on both my waking and dreaming life. I might look into the Reiki idea though, seeing as I am an energy sensitive/manipulator myself.

As for attacking the creature, I'm not a violent person by any means, but I do indeed seem to have somewhat limitless reserves of rage and overly destructive instincts, both of which I keep very well under control in my normal day to day life. I have recognised the existence of my 'inner primitive' I guess. All things considered I do not really think that it was a gutsy action, and in hindsight might have even proven to be a massive mistake if my brother was subsequently targeted for revenge by the entities, whatever they actually were, though I was running pretty much on instinct at the time.

And yes, while I haven't actually come across any more of that specific type of creature since, at least not knowingly, I have had a few equally menacing encounters with other entities, and so far at least matching their obvious hostility with my own has proven enough to deter them from whatever they had in mind. Certain mystics and magickians state somewhat glibly that all is required to change the world is a mastery of the will, and when it comes to psychic self defence at least I seem to have that covered, at least for now.
academylin (14 stories) (303 posts)
 
12 years ago (2009-01-27)
Or a Reiki healer could help in a similar way. He will be able to take you back (not as in regression, which I imagine a hypotist would do), just theoretically, back in the distance to the right time, and heal the event before it occured and also your subsequent feelings about it since.

Love, Linx
CloudyCloudyCloud (51 posts)
 
12 years ago (2009-01-27)
that's an amazing story. My chills won't go away! You were a gutsy kid to have attacked the creature. I'm glad it never retaliated against you or your family, because you already went through enough trauma as it was. Thanks for sharing your secret.
I agree with albator that you might benefit from a session or two with a hypnotherapist. I'm sure you remember clearly enough, it's just that you might get some relief from speaking to a professional who could help you process this experience. ❤
Albator (2 stories) (46 posts)
 
12 years ago (2009-01-27)
I'm sorry to hear such a terrible story. Have you undertaken any sort of hypnosis since to try to 'see' what ever could have happened when you blanked out? Did you ever feel threatened in such a way again after? I hope you will be able to find peace again one day.

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