A Definite Way For Spirits To Attach To Us

Originally posted on Jan 19, 2020 on medium.com/@shamandao

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

Spirits can attach to us in many ways but a definite way for them to attach to us is when we are vulnerable.

Doesn’t everyone become vulnerable at one point or many points in their lives, Carol?

Yes, yes and yes.

With over seven and half billion people on our planet, I’d like to think that 99.9% of our population has some type of spirit attachment. Through the transference of energies, through vulnerability, sexual transmitted demons, karmic cords, past life revengeance and so on. There are many ways, not just one way, where and why a living person may or can have the energy of a dead person/entity attached to them.

You hugged me tighter and kissed my forehead, “Good night, my darling,” you whispered as I basked in the love you poured into me. With my eyes closed, I allowed myself to let go with you. I allowed myself to feel love and to be loved at this moment. I allowed myself to open up and say the things I would not share with others, but with you, I did.

“Good night,” I whispered back as I kissed you in my last breath before the abyss of rapid eye movements drowned me. My body sunk into the clouds of never, never land as my head laid upon your right arm. It could have been seconds or minutes as I dove headfirst into the arms of a reptilian with long black scaly hands with five inch fingernails. Fingernails which dug into my arms, piercing my skin, making me bleed.

It began to shake me. The reptilian began to bounce me up and down and around and around with its rough and bumpy hands. It tried to break through my protection layer. It wanted to penetrate me and jump inside of me and I fought him off. I fought the bouncing. I fought off the shaking by beginning to shake myself.

I slipped the fault lines between the invisible and physical worlds and began to shake myself. F you, I thought as the earthquake rose up within me. An earthquake that vibrated out its nails inside of my skin which exploded out the multiverse we were in.

The dark ones didn’t stop there. They wanted to instill more fear by creating a scene where you wouldn’t let me go.

They wanted me to believe you would hold me there forever as your hostage. As I opened my mouth to scream, my lips pulled apart like strands of taffy. They masked you as a monster. They showed me the scene when you ripped my arms from my body.

They showed me how you put me in a cage, armless, out of breath and afraid. I was so afraid as I screamed through the strands that covered my mouth. Even though the fear rose up inside and I thought I would die, a calmness quickly overtook me instead.

I looked around and I knew it was all a dream. I was lucid dreaming.

Many would call this a nightmare. I was having a lucid nightmare. The moment I realized this, the glass mirrors shattered and I was okay.

I jolt myself awake as you held me in your arms. You kissed me again on my forehead, “I had a nightmare,” I whispered.

“I’ll protect you,” you said as you pulled my head closer to your chest.

“Do you remember what I told you about being vulnerable and what happens to me?” I whispered to you again. You nodded and kissed me ever so gently.

I always loved your gentle kisses.

“Was it real or a nightmare?” you asked me.

“It was a little bit of both this time. This is the first time it’s ever happened like this.”

I wanted so badly to believe how you believed you could protect me from the boogeyman at night. I wanted so badly to believe how you would be there in the midst of the darkness. As the darkness searched for me night after night, looking to battle. I wanted to believe that you could give me strength in times when black malicious clouds would come to a specific city looking for me. It’s head peering from one side of the city to another, seeking my light.

But you already knew I was the person the boogeyman was afraid of. Both you and I knew that there are much deeper and darker entities than the boogeyman. Demonic entities which exist in both our physical and invisible worlds.

We all become vulnerable at many points in our lives and that’s when a pocket opens up in our esoteric fields. That’s when they come in, the dark ones, the lost spirits and souls, the demons and fragments. Some of them will hang around to wait for that opportune time when you become sad, mad, angry, shameful and/or depressed. Any lower vibrational emotions that you allow yourself to feel for a sliver of a second is the perfect timing for them.

Your spiritual hygiene should be on par as your physical hygiene:

According to Ancestralwisdom.com, spiritual hygiene: “a set of practices that is concerned with maintaining a clean subtle body to promote and maintain physical health and well-being. Just as dirt accumulates on your skin, energies constantly accumulate on your subtle body and in your home.”

Shine your soul as you would your shoes, your teeth, your windows, your jewelry and watches. Shine your soul as if your mental health, mental clarity, emotional health depended on it.

Blessed be.