Per usual…my days do not start with a clear mind. I have had a horrible night. Tossing and turning. Cold sweats grip me and the pain on my neck and back do not allow me to feel rested. I’ve been experiencing very odd and graphic dreams as well as the sensation of being watched. I have to constantly remind myself that if I were being watched or something was there my dogs at my feet would start to bark. Its insane. I only remember this kind of feeling happening to me once in Arizona when I visited my sister.
Of course, that time, it was 100 times worse. She had moved into this new house, rented at the time. It was big! Had so many rooms and so much space. It was a nice house, and the landlord was someone they knew from their Kingdom Hall. We were offered to sleep in the girls room for that weekend. The girls would sleep in my sisters room as they were still unfamiliar to the home. Unfortunately, the girls room had separate twin beds, one on the left wall and the other on the right. They faced a wall to wall sliding mirror that concealed their wall sized closet. The room was a bright pink. Even with the yellow light on, you were flooded in pink. Typical little girls room.
My sister had a few dogs at the time and a lot of cats. They came and went as they pleased from room to room. I wasn’t sure if the girls had yet to sleep in their room on their own. Everything was fine up until the night. I went to my bed and my husband to his, we locked the door and we turned off the lights. I was on the bed that was directly in front of the mirror. I couldn’t for the life of me fall asleep. And then out of nowhere, the hair on my neck rose. The energy surrounding me felt horrid. Full of anger and hate and fear. The intensity that surrounded me kept my eyes shut. And like some of us have had to do to protect ourselves, I hid under the blankets. Ensuring all my hands and feet and limbs were wrapped securely.
I was shivering and crying. I couldn’t explain the fear that had enveloped me. The strong sensation that I was being watched up close and that something was hoovering over me, or just waiting for me to look directly at it. I started to whisper shout at my husband. He told me to stop being annoying and go to sleep. I couldn’t. With what little courage I had in me I closed my eyes, and unwrapped myself from the security of the blankets and hopped off the bed and ran to his bed. I crashed into him shaking.
Even at the edge of the bed I could feel this energy tickle my back and I cried to my husband to let me face the wall. He was so confused at my behavior. I couldn’t sleep and the only thing I could think of to help me was to pray. I prayed like never before. After a few minutes, the fear went away and I managed to fall asleep around 4/5 in the morning. The next day my husband questioned what was going on with me. I was adamant to switch rooms. I could never explain what happened. I didn’t even want to feed into that sort of stuff. To this day I still do not like thinking about it.
Now most times I just blame it on my high anxiety. I blame most things on that. Gut feelings and all. I never looked into that experience much and my sister no longer lives in that home. Later on though, before they moved, I think my body new that the house was not loving. The landlord that lived next door to it was a horrid lady, despite having the same beliefs. She was just full of rage and hate and I think that my soul picked up on these things. My sister and her husband went through so much in that house and to me it seemed that the landlords energy had been trapped in that house and all it carried was negative vibes. My sisters current home feels like her old homes. A place where I could go and sleep and rest and feel calm.
I am trying to now build this in my current state of living. Build my areas to be filled with good vibes, with love, with serenity. I didn’t understand this till now, how what you feel and how you live really can transfer into things. It can be felt by those who are in tune with these things. And maybe because of that knowledge, there is fear within me to bring those high intentions into my life, if I did, how much would my life change? If I believed in myself so much that every intention I set, every feeling I felt, would just make my life change into my ideal situation.