Attacked by Black Magic

Illustration excerpt from Larger photo 

The Illustration is not of Black Magic just chosen for mood.

The full sized photo is located Wikimedia Commons

and was taken by Achrid in Gothenburg, Sweden, 2009

This is a true event of what happened to me back in early June 2013, at this time Ray had an upper respiratory infection that just did not seem to let go, I myself had continuous bleeding that did not seem to stop. My mother and grandmother were also very ill at this time. This is the direct recollection just after waking up about what happened as I was in my deepest sleep. I felt like something intruded into my dream. Below is the actual online communication I had with Jose Prado, a good friend of mine and frequent contributor to the Paranormal Corner, he is a very well trained Mage happens to be a very well trained Mage, and proficient in many occult arts.

I have worked with Jose before, so I knew he is excellent at his work. The facsimile is as it was with some spelling and grammatical errors fixed, the conversation lasted over a few days because of the time difference between Norway and Florida.

Me 
(June 5th 4 am Norwegian local time) Jose, can you look into something? last night it felt like there was something that tried to enter me while in dreamstate, I fought it off and said my prayers. This could just been all the stress i been under this week, but i figured it best to have you look into it too.

Jose
I need more information than that. Detail everything for me.

Me
Sure, in the dream there were three people two female one male, they were chanting standing in circle like they were summoning something as i approached them i felt they all had offered themselves as vessel I started praying in the dream, and managed to force out what possessed the two females, before the male knocked me over.

Jose
Wearing black robes with red satanic pentagrams?

Me
They were all wearing black robes with red symbols pentagrams, there were black candles lit ones placed inside and around the points of the pentagram. I have never had dreams like this before. I broke off and woke up, also as they were chanting it looked like there was a red mist coming out of their mouth. They told me to join them over and over.  They started to try to force me into also offering myself as a vessel. 

To me this felt like someone were doing a distance attack.

Jose
The dream is symbolic, symbolism for something. It's symbolic of Enemy Work, that is to say, someone or something trying to cause harm to your family.

Me
OK, what are good ways to ward against this.

Jose
Something doesn't want us looking into this. I felt sick to my stomach just now. They got a protection binding against anyone trying to look into this. How many Occult enemies does your family have?

Me
None that I know of. My mother said she believes her fiancees ex-wife might want to curse her.

Jose
Your best bet is having your home cleansed and blessed followed by amulets of protection.

Me
She felt in the past like she tried to hex her, OK, good I´ll do that.

Jose
My spirits say it's her.

Me
Ray is sick with respiratory infection, they put him on two kinds of antibiotics this Friday.

Jose
Go to a Sami Shaman and have her do a Divination to confirm it then bind the bitch. Damn. Is Ray gonna be OK?

Me
Oh, also this happened around 3:33 at night, as I woke up from the dream which made me think it was a local since it felt like it was not time displaced but done right then.

Jose
Hmm they say 3 am is the hour of the Beast, inversion of the Trinity.

Me
Yes, it felt like they started the ceremony at 3 am and then I broke it off at half passed 3. Haven´t felt anything similar to this since my father was trying to hex my mother back in 2008 after she left him for the guy she is with now, but he passed away in 2008.

Jose
Hmm do a Reversal prayer right now. Face East and ask the Archangel of the East to smite the ones doing it. Then face West and ask the Archangel of the West for Holy spirit.

Me
OK. I´ll do that.

Jose
Good, you need To speak to that Sami soon. Let me know once you finished.

Me
(Next day June 6th, 3:13 am) OK I am done with the reversal prayer and the house have now been blessed by a priest, and sealed against evil influences. I had a powerful Sami I know help me out, among them my great-grandmothers spirit she was a good witch and a powerful Sami widely sought after for her advice, herbal lore and healing.

Jose 
(June 6th, 6:31 am) Perfect, if the bitch starts hexing you again, get her picture, surround it with Hemlock, and have the Priest do the St. Benedict prayer on it

Me 
(June 7th, 12:06 am) The hemlock herb doesn´t grow in this part of Norway, are there any other plants I could replace it with?

Jose
 (June 8th, 6:59am) Any plants that are powerful in magick can be used.

After I completed all the things prescribed, I no longer had the strange dreams, the bleeding stopped, and Ray finally managed to fight of the infection that mysteriously had seemed impervious to multiple antibiotics and my mother and grandmother returned back to good health. I have no doubt there was some very evil magic at work, I felt it deep into my soul. As a psychic one sometimes pick up on things that were meant to be kept secret, like in this case someone trying to hex all of my family. I would like to recommend further reading the entry of mine called Curses, evil eyes, Hexes and Jinxes.

Melissa's Birthday

Hi my name is Melissa and I would like to share something with you. First of all I love this site, many of the stories touch my heart and bring tears to my eyes. This past summer I lost one of my Best friends in the whole world, my Mother.

Ever sense I was little I can remember her telling me about the night that I was born. I guess that my Auntie Joan was over visiting and her and my Mother were playing cards at the kitchen table when my Mom went in to labor with me. My Dad was at work, so they called him and told him to rush home because he had to bring my Mom to the hospital. While on the way there my Mom was in the back seat and my Auntie was yelling at my Dad to drive faster, but he couldn't go any faster because there was a BLIZZARD going on and the roads were snow covered and very icy.

Well everyone got to the hospital ok and I was born on December1, 1981. Like I was saying, I lost my Mother this past July due to cancer, but the night before my birthday, before I went to sleep I actually prayed for the first time since she died. What I said was this, "Mom if you are up there and you can hear me, all I want for my Birthday is snow, big fat pretty snow flakes." Then I went to sleep not thinking a lot about it.

But when I woke up the morning of my Birthday it was snowing, and they were big fat pretty snow flakes. Some people will tell you that it all has to do with the weather patterns in the mid-west this time of year. But I like to think that she is up there watching over the family and I and, sent those just for me. Thanks for giving me the chance to share with you.

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House Blessings - Your Home is Your Temple, A Sanctuary for You

This is my account of the power of house blessings, and the peace of mind one could have in ones home when it is kept physically and spiritually in order, and as such protected against evil forces of all sorts.

In Tromsø a few years ago I felt like my home was becoming desecrated, there was this one heinous video circling on the web showing people getting murdered in the most horrible way, and my boyfriend kept watching them all over all day, whenever he had friends over his first action would be to show the uncensored video which one could not see in fullness on Norwegian TV.

Soon he would be watching the site more and more, it kept building up his hate, and it felt like it was spreading filling the home, making it defiled. Then after one week of pleading him to stop I went ahead and did a house blessing. At this time, one of his friends was over eager to be the next one to see the murders in all it's evilness. I left them alone in the computer room and moved over to the South corner of our kitchen and started praying, I prayed for protection of our home, to keep evil out of it in all it's forms, to bless our home and bring back the sanctity of mind and sanctity of our home. It felt like a spark of positive power spread from the Kitchen and illuminated our home pushing out any darkness that was working it's way in.

After 15 minutes or so it felt like our home was spiritually rejuvenated again, and soon after my boyfriend and our mutual friend came over to the kitchen. I asked them if they had seen the video, the reply i got pleased me "No, for some reason we spent the last 15 minutes trying to get it up, it would not load anymore, strange since it worked perfectly all of this week before". Not only did he never mention the site after the blessing it seemed to be like it had been removed from his mind since he did not try to watch any of the videos again.

This is not the only time that I have experienced the effect of house blessings, but this is the most instant and deep lasting one I have experienced. Here there was not used sage or incense for the cleansing, as in the ritual of Smudging (Read entry Sage used for cleansing of the Soul and Protection against Evil Spirits)

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My Paranormal Life

Illustration by PJ 2007: The Birch Tree, symbolizing life itself

Hi! My name is Pamela. I live in San Antonio, Texas with my husband of 18 years, Guy, and our 3 dogs. :) I was born and raised in New York City. I grew up in a house in Queens that was buzzing with paranormal activity for all of my childhood.

First of all, my grandfather passed away on April 16th, 1962, of a stroke. My mother, a nurse at the time, was at his bedside when he died. I was born 4 years later, on the same day. I lived in the house with my mother and my younger sister, Cookie, upstairs from my grandmother. We didn't know for many years that the room we slept in belonged to our great grandmother, who died in her sleep in the same room.

My family has a history of foreseeing the future in dreams, and feeling and seeing things other people can't. You might call us, hyper-sensitives. It has taken years for me to accept the fact that this is what I am. I have had so many experiences that I don't know where to start but I've learned why they happened; there was an incredible amount of anger and tension in my house. My mother and grandmother did not get along at all....they would go for months without speaking. My mother was an alcoholic and suffered from depression. My grandmother was sick with diabetes and high blood pressure, and she survived breast cancer. 

At age four, I saw something white float across the hallway; it looked exactly like the spirit that floated down the stairs in the movie "Poltergeist." I told my mother, and she believed me but she didn't try to investigate what I saw. I wasn't frightened by it either; I was more fascinated than anything else. 

Things continued to happen all through my childhood, but the worst places in the house were the attic and the basement. The washing machine was in the basement, and whenever I was done with the laundry, I always felt the need to run out of there, like something was behind me about to get me. And I'd slam the door and lock it. The vibe in that room was very uncomfortable and most evil. The attic always seemed as tight as a tomb; even with the windows open, there didn't seem to be any air flowing there. All there seemed to be was residual tension with all the relics of my mother's unhappy past; her wedding gown, her shoes, my cousin's uniform and boots from when he returned from Viet Nam....Cookie and I loved to play in the wedding gown, but it always seemed to break my mom's heart just a little when she saw us in it.

As I got older, more started to happen. I heard dishes being banged around in the kitchen as I tried to sleep. About the same time every night, my mom and I heard banging on the walls in the living room. I was taught about the Bible and how God would protect you from these kinds of things if you prayed, but most of the time I was too paralyzed with fear to remember when these things would happen. The scariest thing that happened was when I heard heavy footsteps coming down on the attic stairs, down the hall, towards our room. I was so terrified I ran down to my grandmother and told her someone was in the attic coming to get us, and I had left Cookie upstairs. Cookie slept like a rock, she never heard a thing! But Grandma, up in age now, went with me all the way upstairs with her flashlight and a fireplace poker, and banged on the walls of the staircases, yelling at whatever was bothering me to come out. It was deadly silent, but just being with Grandma made me feel safe. We checked on Cookie and she was okay. I could feel that whatever was there was gone. She drank a hot cup of tea with me, and then she gave me her Bible and told me to sleep with it under my pillow that night. Whatever it was making all that racket that night didn't come back again. 

Three months after I turned 18, my grandmother passed away. I saw her sitting in the living room like I had my whole life one day, only to realize that she was already gone. It all made me wonder if all the things that I'd seen and felt in that house was all just my mind playing tricks on me. No....it's all just sound proof to me that there is something that goes on after we pass this life. I was with both my mother and my grandmother when they took their last breath 21 years apart, at the same time of day. Nothing is a coincidence to me....part of the reason why I was put on this earth was to see them through. 

I don't experience much anymore, but I still feel things when people talk to me or if I go into a place I've never been, if I see a picture, and I still have prophetic dreams. I'm also thankful that my mom and grandmother didn't dismiss me when I told them I saw or felt things....I'm so glad they believed me. People need to open their minds more; children are so open to these kinds of things happening to them, and they can feel so desperately alone when they don't have their parents' support. 

So, that's my two cents. Thanks for listening!!

"Art never dies. Energy never dies. Love never dies." - Amerie

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One Scary Flight: Detroit - Amsterdam

Photo PJ 2006

This story is about my flight from Detroit to Amsterdam in February 2002. Few times have I had the information come true as clearly as ahead of this flight, as soon as I touched my tickets I saw it from start to end, and a deep confirmation that there was no need to worry.

The plane in Detroit was obviously not one of their newest, since it did not look the best neither on the outside or on the inside. The plane itself was about 2/3 full and almost half of the passengers was dressed in different clerical garbs, I spotted nuns, priests, preachers, ministers, monks and even a cardinal. The first sign of trouble already started during take-off, with two of the cabin sealing-plates falling from the shaking. This caused the first take-off to be put on hold while the crew checked the open space for possible hidden explosive devises, and other dangers. After a short pause, the captain announced that they would now be ready to continue on the flight to Amsterdam and for the passengers in the back of the plane where the sealing plates had fallen to move forward to the empty seats in the front, I was one of those that moved 4 rows ahead.

The rest of the flight was pretty uneventful until we got close to Amsterdam, the captain announced that there was hurricane strength winds in the area and they could only land on one of the airstrips, and would be doing circles until it was clear for landing, as we entered the turbulent winds the cabin plates started collapsing, filling the cabin with fine dust, noise and commotion, for each circling while waiting to land more plates fell lose, and all the monks, nuns, priests, preachers, ministers and clerics of all sorts, was each praying in their own way, as the plane was literally falling apart from the inside out. I already had an inner peace confirming that this would be a safe journey, and I had already had the flash from holding the ticket earlier seeing it from start to end as a scary event but with no harm to any of us so I did not worry at all. It did eventually get the clear signal to land and one could literally feel the pressing emotional sphere in the plane lighten when we were all finally safe on the ground in Amsterdam.

I have always had a special connection with flights, and have always seen them in details from start to end, perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I was almost born in the air, in a ambulance plane using an emergency cesarean, which just happened to be postponed in the very last minute when the midwife and the emergency doctor agreed that my vital signs was stable enough to wait until my mother reached the hospital a few more minutes away.

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The Prayer Rock

 Photo by PJ 2010

My Mother carried with her a small rock that is placed in a small cloth sack and tied shut with a silk ribbon. I can remember when I was just a little boy of 5 years old or maybe 7 years old I kept seeing this sack and sometimes when we would leave the house I would see my mother slip it into her purse. One day I remember asking Mom just what it was. She also told me that someday it would be mine.

I didn't pay to much attention to her words about it because as a child all I saw was a small rock. At that age I had a very hard time thinking that a rock could make any difference in my life. However, Later my Mom told me that the rock was blessed by an angel. Now how that came about and how my mother knew that it had been blessed by an angel I do not know. Mom just always seemed to know that.

As I grew up my mom started to have serious health problems and ended up in the hospital several times. To make a long story short, each time the doctors said she would not make it due to her diseased and very weak heart. However, each time my mother went to the hospital I grabbed her prayer rock and took it out and started praying for her recovery. My mother had a love for life and I didn't want her to die young, so when this started to happen she was only in her 50's and each time she went to the hospital her heart was weaker then the last time.

It seemed like the prayers and the prayer rock worked. As my mother did recover and lived to be 80 years old before she passed on. I now have the prayer rock, as she said I would and believe me there has been many many times that I have used it.

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Called to Get One Last Goodbye

This one is from Nina in Tromsø, Norway.
One Sunday during church prayer I got struck with a strong emotional feeling that someone in my family was in danger, and it struck me to tears, I felt that I had to get back to them before Thursday because otherwise I would be to late to see the family member again, I did not know whom it was about at this point just that it was someone in immediate family.

I went ahead and booked the first flight back home that I could take on such short notice which was Tuesday, with everything in order I went back home to find that my grandfather was very ill, and not surprisingly he passed away the thursday like I felt back on the Sunday in church, I was not the only family member far away that called this way some of my cousins and uncles was too.

The warning gave me the chance to travel back in time and for that I am ever grateful, my grandfather was lucky enough to pass away with all of his children around him, and even a few grandchildren and great grandchildren there to say one last goodbye.

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The miracle of healing - Prayers

This one is from my friend Colin in Hilo, Hawaii.

The effect of healing by faith and prayer is one of the best known type of miracle, and its effect is well known in all religions, even those that do not believe them self has been proven in blind studies to do better than groups not prayed for while being sick.

I wanted to share my story with you, I was suffering from the last stages of keto-acidosis where the blood turns almost black, I had double sided ear infections since my immune system was so weakened by the sickness that had been progressing for almost one year at this point, I was in and out of consciousness, as the body had lost most of its ability to transport and take up oxygen, every bite of food tasted so foul because of the acidity messing up the taste senses that one was to force oneself to eat anything, pure lemon juice tasted sweet and everything else sour. I so no improvement and I was slipping deeper and deeper into a spiral of getting worse and worse.

Then I had someone do prayer of healing on me from my church, and a prayer of comfort, suddenly I felt like a power filled me and I could again breathe normally, and within hours I was able to walk up right again after almost one year of barely being able to get out of bed and back again, the immediate improvement was so sudden and so unexpected that I have to put it in my faith that I know this was divine, a miracle of healing that I personally experienced. I never had any problems again with keto-acidosis and I am so grateful for being granted a second life.

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