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THE 2002 UPDATED TRUE GHOST STORY OF MICHAEL & HIS FATHER:
Beginning soon after my father died (in 1989), I often experienced a noticeable sensation of electromagnetic energy (like static
electricity) in the air, accompanied by a noticeable attempt by an entity to do harm to me. Sometimes I would see an image of
my dad's face appear (for an instant) concurrent with this static-electricity sensation. The attempt to hurt me was consistent with
events that occurred before he died. He openly stated to me about 3 years before he died that he considered me a traitor to
him, and therefore, his archenemy.
He had lived a double life - one of a devout Catholic, fond of making a public show of his devotion to church hierarchy,
traditions and ceremony. However, his other life was one he (apparently) thought only he knew of.
There was at least one extramarital (incestuous) "incident." I became aware of this incident, because my niece, in a very
emotional outburst (a day or two before her wedding, when she was about twenty years of age) told about a sexual incident
between her and my dad when she was about eight years old (many years before my mother died). She couldn't keep her
secret to herself any longer. As her wedding day approached, she apparently felt an overpowering need to commiserate about
the experience. (I heard about my nieces emotional story through one of my sisters.)
My dad's anger and hatred of me had to do with the fact that his wife (whom he married a couple of years after my mother
died) asked me to tell her what was "wrong" between him and his children (there were nine of us). She sensed something was
wrong. (They had been married about 4 years by this time.) (She was about 39 years younger than he!!) I tried to avoid
telling her by offering several explanations, which I felt answered the question; but she demanded I tell her what was REALLY
wrong. I capitulated. I told her about what I had heard about my niece and her grandfather.
My stepmother (many years younger than I) was shocked. She went into denial, but she did present to my father what I had
said. From that day forward, I was my dad's traitor and his archenemy, and he "made war" on me, in various direct and subtle
ways. It was almost as if he felt that by discrediting and harming me (and my reputation) would somehow vindicate him. Not
long afterwards, he banished me (and my 13 year old son) from his home. (We had been living there for a few months, because
I had recently lost a high paying job, and had to sell my condominium, and was, at the time, working minimum wage.)
We had nowhere to go; we were homeless for a while. We found refuge in a crack house for several months; the two of us
slept side by side in a closet. That closet was our home. (I was working as a nurse assistant at the time, at, or barely above,
minimum wage.) After a few months, I managed to get an apartment, which we shared with a couple of roommates.
A few months later, we moved into another apartment, and not long after, my dad died, and I began having encounters. The
first one was accompanied by a very distinct flash of an image of his face. I felt an energy field (an entity) actually grab hold of
my chest (or heart) and try to squeeze it, as if trying to do harm. The ghost (which I knew was my dad) appeared in my
bedroom often, and it would sit on my chest, and try to hurt me. This happened about 100 or more times during a 10-year
period.
I would almost always be asleep when he arrived. I would awaken (suddenly and abruptly) to the sensation of a weight on
my chest, and the electrostatic charge, and a gripping sensation on my ribcage or my heart. I would struggle, being temporarily
paralyzed, (I would pray), and shortly, I would become strong enough to overpower his grip, and I would actually wrestle with
him for a short time, and when it became clear that I was the stronger of the two, he would depart. (During the wrestling
matches, I could not see him, but I could feel the iron grip of his hands.)
I was actually at his mercy at the beginning of every episode, (I think my prayers helped); he would take me by surprise (like an
ambush), but as we struggled, my power would gradually increase and become superior to his every time.
When he would depart, I could clearly observe his departure. (I was always wide-awake by this time) The more light in the
room at the time, the better I could observe his departure. He would suddenly release his grip on me, and then depart slowly.
It was as if he had difficulty locomoting in this - the physical realm. His departure would take at least 30 to 60 seconds. Oddly
enough (to my surprise the first couple of times), he looked almost exactly like a sting ray (or manta ray). Yet, he was
semitransparent; best described as an energy field. I could clearly see him, but also through him. He would "swim" through the
air quite slowly, almost in slow motion, like a real manta ray swimming in the ocean.
As he swam, circling (spiraling upwards) towards the ceiling, his shape would slowly change - to a shape somewhat resembling
a jelly fish, or starfish (or a cross between the two). He would metamorphosize as he approached the ceiling. I watched this
sequence take place many, many times. I concluded that he needed to take on the jellyfish-starfish shape in order to penetrate
the ceiling (which he did - with great effort; a couple of times he exited through the wall instead of the ceiling).
I seldom see him any more. His visitations began to taper off about 3 ~~ 4 years ago, but sometimes he will launch an
unexpected surprise attack. The last one was about a year ago.
Mike
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