In Over My Head - The September Offensive
Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 12:41 am
It has taken me a long time to sit down in write this; about a year and half actually. It was my curiosity and lack of respect that got me here. My bull in a china shop approach to life; manifested in its greatest folly.
My jump into spirit keeping was one filled with mistakes - all of them to be exact. But, that's a story for another time.
So, I sit here today, after a year of torment, reflecting on my situation, finally saying "I've screwed up."
I had purchased a spirit one night after days of going over bindings. Drunk and impulsive after a night out, this one spirit spoke to me almost immediately after spotting her listing. She was a Black Faerie Vampire. The whole notion of "Black," as I knew already it's meaning, completely slipping any sort of conscious thought or forewarning of conscience. Purchased. Bind to spirit... Insert negative self reflection here.
A day into being a keeper/companion, things were already off. Complete drain of energy. Just a heavy presence weighing me down, drifting me closer to losing consciousness at times. She was sweet though. Great personality. Charming and fun to have around the house. Day three. She lets me know she hates me. Alot. Wants to go. Ok. Conjurer says this is out of the ordinary, he will call her back, and here is a binding for another one who is custom for me. Done. Problem was, the first one never did go. Now I have two of them. Not just two of them, but two of them who literally despise me. OK. Back to the conjurer. Changed my mind, this is not my path, please recall them both, I want to be down with this. It is bringing too much negativity and drama into my life; not to mention the effects mentally they are having on me. "Done," says the conjurer.
A Week goes by. Finally some peace. "Surprise. We're back. Oh, and we are going to make your life a living hell." The idea of Black Arts now truly dawning on me. Psychopathic, hate, aggression, rage, self-loathing, low vibration, and no control. There's also a special talent to these two - they are histrionics. Yup, full blown attention seekers who will stop at nothing to be noticed, be your only focus, at all times of the day, every second of the day. Psychological abuse is not even an accurate description for what these two are capable of. Your every insecurity. Every thought. Every action. Every moment from your past and present are now on the table to be thrown into your face with a malicious and negative twist. Guilt, shame, doubt, and insecurity is the daily meal. Relationships to be manipulated into explosive war zones over the smallest childish idea. But, every once in a while, there's this sweet and innocent side to them. Impish. A false sense of security.
So I've brought other spirits into my life; protective spirits. Done the whole shielding and meditating. This had no effect. Just another avenue to twist my life up. Every chance at concentration on any idea is instantly interupted. My whole thought process is a playground. The spirits, I was unable to bond with, or gave up, or was lead by the illusion that they had "turned on me." Sometimes when you cannot think clearly you will believe almost anything. I have sought out other practitioners who have banished them. Good. Well with nothing to stop them from coming back (and worse than before,) you're back to square one. Finally I gave up and decided to just live with them. I submit. I guess I felt I deserved it having lived a bit of a checkered past some time ago.
Funny thing is, things were less intense after that. Still a helluva an annoyance. Still, the abuse continued, but, it wasn't really anything that I couldn't handle. Sure, I was operating at about 50% most of the time, but 50% is still better than 10%. Congratulations, you have adopted a victim mentality.
Well, I got bored. Decided to educate myself on what is actually going on. Creepy Hollows has an extensive amount of information on this subject. My two friends seem to enjoy helping me figure out my problem and then adding to confusion. Oh well another day.
Problem with this fairy tail of a story is I woke up recently. I remember who I once was long before this ordeal. Long, long before much of my life had really begun. I was absolutely fearless. An absolute glutton for punishment. A spark in my eye, I saw everything as a challenge. Detached emotionally from everything but the outcome. Ambition without consequence. I won. Probably not the best of traits, but they used to work pretty well for me.
Now with hundreds of pages bookmarked or scribbled down in a book, weeks and weeks of scouring the internet, this forum and encyclopedia, some cleansing and protection to be here by the end of the week... I have a plan and I am going on the offensive.
My two friends know it too. My dablings into their weak points with cleansing, devocations, and my own banishments has put them on high alert. They have escalated and dug in. From emotional and energetic, we now have physical abuse. Biting of my legs, neck arms and shoulders. The feeling of nails being dug into my sides and groin. The feeling of my feet being set on fire. The heavy energy that clenches my body tight and raises me to anxious levels that leaves me incapable of falling asleep. The knots in my stomach churning. All the while, their voices in my mind lettting me know who is doing this to me, how much of a piece of sh*t I am, and how I should just kill myself. Their shadowy figures forever at my side or behind me.
The sad thing about this is I really don't care what they can do to me or my life. I haven't broken one bit, just never fought back long enough to see results. So I guess this is sort of declaration to myself. And, any one who is willing to offer any advice, I greatly appreciate it. I may be in over my head, but I am far from drowning.
My jump into spirit keeping was one filled with mistakes - all of them to be exact. But, that's a story for another time.
So, I sit here today, after a year of torment, reflecting on my situation, finally saying "I've screwed up."
I had purchased a spirit one night after days of going over bindings. Drunk and impulsive after a night out, this one spirit spoke to me almost immediately after spotting her listing. She was a Black Faerie Vampire. The whole notion of "Black," as I knew already it's meaning, completely slipping any sort of conscious thought or forewarning of conscience. Purchased. Bind to spirit... Insert negative self reflection here.
A day into being a keeper/companion, things were already off. Complete drain of energy. Just a heavy presence weighing me down, drifting me closer to losing consciousness at times. She was sweet though. Great personality. Charming and fun to have around the house. Day three. She lets me know she hates me. Alot. Wants to go. Ok. Conjurer says this is out of the ordinary, he will call her back, and here is a binding for another one who is custom for me. Done. Problem was, the first one never did go. Now I have two of them. Not just two of them, but two of them who literally despise me. OK. Back to the conjurer. Changed my mind, this is not my path, please recall them both, I want to be down with this. It is bringing too much negativity and drama into my life; not to mention the effects mentally they are having on me. "Done," says the conjurer.
A Week goes by. Finally some peace. "Surprise. We're back. Oh, and we are going to make your life a living hell." The idea of Black Arts now truly dawning on me. Psychopathic, hate, aggression, rage, self-loathing, low vibration, and no control. There's also a special talent to these two - they are histrionics. Yup, full blown attention seekers who will stop at nothing to be noticed, be your only focus, at all times of the day, every second of the day. Psychological abuse is not even an accurate description for what these two are capable of. Your every insecurity. Every thought. Every action. Every moment from your past and present are now on the table to be thrown into your face with a malicious and negative twist. Guilt, shame, doubt, and insecurity is the daily meal. Relationships to be manipulated into explosive war zones over the smallest childish idea. But, every once in a while, there's this sweet and innocent side to them. Impish. A false sense of security.
So I've brought other spirits into my life; protective spirits. Done the whole shielding and meditating. This had no effect. Just another avenue to twist my life up. Every chance at concentration on any idea is instantly interupted. My whole thought process is a playground. The spirits, I was unable to bond with, or gave up, or was lead by the illusion that they had "turned on me." Sometimes when you cannot think clearly you will believe almost anything. I have sought out other practitioners who have banished them. Good. Well with nothing to stop them from coming back (and worse than before,) you're back to square one. Finally I gave up and decided to just live with them. I submit. I guess I felt I deserved it having lived a bit of a checkered past some time ago.
Funny thing is, things were less intense after that. Still a helluva an annoyance. Still, the abuse continued, but, it wasn't really anything that I couldn't handle. Sure, I was operating at about 50% most of the time, but 50% is still better than 10%. Congratulations, you have adopted a victim mentality.
Well, I got bored. Decided to educate myself on what is actually going on. Creepy Hollows has an extensive amount of information on this subject. My two friends seem to enjoy helping me figure out my problem and then adding to confusion. Oh well another day.
Problem with this fairy tail of a story is I woke up recently. I remember who I once was long before this ordeal. Long, long before much of my life had really begun. I was absolutely fearless. An absolute glutton for punishment. A spark in my eye, I saw everything as a challenge. Detached emotionally from everything but the outcome. Ambition without consequence. I won. Probably not the best of traits, but they used to work pretty well for me.
Now with hundreds of pages bookmarked or scribbled down in a book, weeks and weeks of scouring the internet, this forum and encyclopedia, some cleansing and protection to be here by the end of the week... I have a plan and I am going on the offensive.
My two friends know it too. My dablings into their weak points with cleansing, devocations, and my own banishments has put them on high alert. They have escalated and dug in. From emotional and energetic, we now have physical abuse. Biting of my legs, neck arms and shoulders. The feeling of nails being dug into my sides and groin. The feeling of my feet being set on fire. The heavy energy that clenches my body tight and raises me to anxious levels that leaves me incapable of falling asleep. The knots in my stomach churning. All the while, their voices in my mind lettting me know who is doing this to me, how much of a piece of sh*t I am, and how I should just kill myself. Their shadowy figures forever at my side or behind me.
The sad thing about this is I really don't care what they can do to me or my life. I haven't broken one bit, just never fought back long enough to see results. So I guess this is sort of declaration to myself. And, any one who is willing to offer any advice, I greatly appreciate it. I may be in over my head, but I am far from drowning.