A Curse And A Possession
One day while at work, I noticed I was scratching my arm uncontrollably throughout the day. I thought I had come into contact with something I was allergic to, so I took some allergy medications and prepared for the worst. Nothing else happened. I tried many different allergy and rash medications, but none of them cured the problem. They would help for an hour or two, but that was it. The rash still continued a few days later, so I switched out my soap and shampoo, just in case one of those were the culprit. Neither of them were. I even switched out my clothes soap to no avail. I wasn't sure what was going on. I went into meditation and asked what was going on. My answer was that someone was jealous of me. This wasn't the first time I'd experienced jealousy, but it definitely was the first time I'd gotten a strange rash like that. I didn't get an answer as to 'who' it was that was jealous of me, but I knew I would find out eventually.
After about a month or so, I noticed the rash was in the shape of a worm or a fat snake. "Strange", I thought, but didn't think anything else of it. After a couple of weeks, I noticed the rash was moving. I went to medical school, so I know the basics of human ailments and diseases. I knew for a fact that when you have a rash and you constantly scratch it, it spreads. OK, no problem, it would be incentive for me to stop and not have my arm completely covered in a rash. But the weird thing about this rash was that it wasn't spreading outward from the source like a normal rash would, it was moving sideways. I thought it was strange, and since I'm still in the learning stages of my spiritual growth, I had to ask someone who was more experienced than I was. Luckily, a dear family friend was available one night, so we went to dinner. I didn't mention anything during dinner as I wanted to enjoy spending time with her and our other friend. After dinner, I had asked her to take a look at my rash. She rubbed her fingers along it and stared at me in my eyes. At first, she thought it was an allergic reaction, but when she rubbed her hand along it more, she realized it was something else.
She told me that it was indeed from jealousy and that I must send it back. I'm not one for revenge, so I was a little hesitant. She told me no, I must send it back or it'll continue. I was done with all the itching and scratching, so I had no choice but to do as I was told. She told me how to get rid of it and told me to call if that doesn't work. I went home and did as I was told. Wouldn't you know it, it barely itched after that! I don't even remember scratching it the next day. I continued to follow her direction and by the 3 day, it was almost completely gone. The itching had stopped and the snake was starting to go away. Unfortunately, she told me the scars I had received from it wouldn't. Luckily my body heals well and the scars aren't noticeable. But she did tell me that I should take it as a blessing because that marking I have now is something rare and that only strong people have it. She also said that the next time someone is jealous of me, it would flare up again, and this time, I would know what to do.
So who was it that was jealous of me? Oddly (and sadly) enough, it was a supposed relative of mine. (I'm not sure how he's related as no one else in the family has found a connection). We were really close and I was trying to help him get some things off the ground and going to help make his dream come true. Unfortunately, he and I had a falling out. As usual, the users, abusers, & losers get "weeded" out of my life. I don't regret anything, I just chalk it up to experience and use it to benefit my future. It just goes to show that even your own flesh and blood can do you harm.
Not too long after that incident (maybe a week or two later), my brother and his friend (a girl) brought another friend (a guy) to my parent's house (where my brother still lives). I didn't know they had brought anyone over since I was living with and taking care of my grandmother. My brother told me the next day what he had done. I thought it was great that he was trying to help our dad. I'm a healer, so he asked if I wanted to come and help, figuring my energy would increase the potential of healing our dad. Most of the time when people meet me, they're taken aback just by my presence. I told my brother that yes, I would come, but to let them know about me so that they won't be surprised. He did and that night, I went to my parent's house to help. I was told this guy knows what he's doing, so we all agreed to follow along and say whatever he told us to say. I thought the way in which he did his healing was a bit "odd", but I put it off as a way I'm not used to and that was his culture's way of healing. No problem, right?
The second night we did the healing, I was starting to feel weird. I had already woken up late, so that was already weird. I couldn't explain the feeling I had, but I knew there was something going on. On both nights, the guy had asked if we saw, felt, or heard anything while we were doing the healing. Every time I always had something that I experienced and I could tell he was really impressed. No problem, right?
The next day, I woke up even later; just shortly before we were supposed to do the last healing for my dad. My mom was a bit upset that I wasn't on time like I usually am and that I looked like I was dragging myself. We did the last night of healing, but while we were doing it, I started to feel really light-headed and dizzy. After a while, I felt like I was going to fall over. When the guy asked everybody what they heard or felt, I told him about feeling like I was going to fall onto the ground, along with whatever I saw/heard. He didn't have an answer as to why I wanted to fall over; he barely even acknowledged it. Once we were done, everyone sat around the table to eat dinner, but I wasn't hungry. That was even more weird because it was all of my favorite foods. I just sat on the recliner, staring at the food on the table, not even the slightest tinge of wanting to eat any of it. The guy and the girl he brought with him both left and I proceeded to leave not too long after, thinking I just needed to relax or something. I knew I didn't need more sleep, I slept way more than necessary.
As the night slowly crept on, I started feeling even more weird feelings. The one feeling that really got me confused was the feeling like I didn't belong. I sent a text message to my brother saying I felt like I didn't belong there, like it wasn't my house, like I didn't know any of them, and how I just felt completely off. His reaction to my message shocked me and hurt me a bit. He began to (not in a nice way) tell me he didn't know what I was talking about and that I was acting stupid. I told him "never mind", to ignore it, I was just going crazy so I'm going to sleep. That night, I started seeing shadows in different places of my house and all about my bedroom. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I knew there was something definitely wrong.
The next day, I again woke up late, but managed to get up in time to talk to my cousin (who lives in a different time zone). I told him about everything that was going on, and he realized I was being possessed. It didn't scare me or shock me. Honestly, I couldn't feel anything because I was so detached. He freaked out and told me I need to hurry up and put myself back together before it's too late. I did my thing and he did his thing to help me. After an hour or two, we got back to talking to see how I was. The strange feelings I had were all gone and I was starting to feel like myself again.
Now to figure out who it was that was possessing me. My cousin got the answer immediately : it was the guy that came to "help" my dad. Unfortunately, he didn't do much for my dad, and, instead, tried to harm (kill) me. Later that night, he tried to come back for me. How do I know? As I was lying in bed, waiting to drift off to sleep, I saw a shadow coming out of the corner of the wall above my bed. It was smoke-like and slowly came out towards me with two hands reaching for me. I protected myself from it and did what I needed to do. Thankfully it went away and didn't come back. I did, however, find out from my cousin that he had to send something to that guy for what he did, and that the guy had tried again, but I was already too strong and fought it off easily.
I don't know what happened to that guy after he left a day or two after the last night of "healing". My brother and his friend went to hang out with the guy and his girl friend until they left, so my brother's "brainwashing" continued. I should have known what was going on, but I didn't see it. I was way too busy and distracted to notice any of it. It was unlike my brother to not be able to pick up that this guy was bad news, it was not like my brother to "snap" at me like he did, and it was not like my brother to ignore what I was trying to tell him. Again, I chalk it up to experience and use it to better my future.
What does any of it have to do with you? Nothing. I just find sharing my experiences the best way to help people. It's one thing to preach to everyone, telling them what they should/shouldn't do, and how their decisions affect their life, but not everyone learns from people always preaching to them. I'm one of those people. I have to see/hear it, experience it, or at least be able to feel the energy coming off from you that you had when you experienced it (or while you're experiencing it). It's like my mind and body makes a note and says, "OK, we know that one now." If you didn't learn anything from this hub, I hope it was at least an interesting read. :)