"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." Ephesians 6:12.
Now you may believe what you want to believe, but that verse right there is letting you know (straight up) that there is some other stuff going on in this world. I can't believe that people would not seek some kind of protection from the stuff that's out there in the world.
I first wrote about seeing a bight, shiny face at the foot of my bed. I wanted to share a dream I had that occurred at least a couple of times each week for several years. I was around 6 or 7. I know I only mean to tell "real" stories but I feel compelled to share because each time I awoke from this "nightmare" I could physically feel the after effects for several seconds. Of all dreams, this nightmare had a clown that came after me from the same place, in the same way. I hated that dream. It always began with me playing in the basement. I would be having fun playing with friend. I was never alone. suddenly as my friends turned to run up the stairs, I realized that I was in "that" dream again. It was that awful gut feeling of doom in the pit of my stomach. When my friends would run up the stairs, I didn't want to be left alone so I would start up the stairs close behind. I wouldn't quite make it. For suddenly, everything was in slow motion. I tried with all of my might to get up those stairs, but such a strong force slowed me down and then the clown would come from around the corner, from underneath the stairs. There was a little place (behind) underneath the stairs where my mother and father stored preservatives from visits to my grandmother's house in Arkansas. My grandmother always made succotash, some sort of dish that was very spicy cabbage and stored in jars. At the end of each visit in Arkansas, my grandmother would load up the car with an arsenal of jars filled with peach preservatives and succotash. My dad loved it and kept a hefty supply on the shelves in the the little space behind the stairs. The old family Christmas tree was stored in the little nook right under the stairs along with many other christmas decorations plus odds and ends. I don't know why, but that clown came from there. I do remember playing bloody Mary in that little spot several times behind the stairs. We would chant "I believe in Bloody Mary" three times in the dark while holding a mirror and she would appear. I can't say I actually saw her, but in my mind I believe I did. Nearly all of the kids in the neighborhood played these games. I can't tell you how many times we held seances trying to bring back Martin Luther King or some dead celebrity. Perhaps these games, along with the Kabbala game and Ouigi board (we ironically got for Christmas) opened up portals for such nightmares?
Anyway, this clown would come around the corner with this horrible grin and would come straight for me and pin me down on my back to the ground. It was the horrible tickle I felt in my armpits that really got me. It was painful and lingered on - way after the dream was over. Why would he tickle me like that, while staring at me with that devilish grin, just laughing? He was right in my face as he painfully tickled me. The only thing I could do, and I figured this out from trial and error, was to squeeze my eyes really tightly and the dream would end. But I had to squeeze and squeeze or it wouldn't work. Sometimes I would squeeze and just end up in another dream. But any other dream was almost better than that dream! Well each time I awoke, or should I say, escaped from that dream, I felt that awful sensation in my armpits. It was really painful. I'm not sure, but later in life I wondered if this was some sort of abduction? I've never experienced anything I've seen in the sci fi movies, where the alien invades your home and transports you to a ship and conducts painful experiments on you. However, since I felt such pain (under my arm pits), and this was a regularly occurring dream, perhaps it was some form of an abduction?
I know a lot of people hate clowns. My niece told me that her dad had clown dreams too. When that Steven King movie "It" came out, it was hard for me to watch. The clown was very much like the one in my dreams! I'll never watch that movie again. I only longed to have permanent closure of some sort from the childhood dreams. Though now, I am no longer afraid of clowns (in my dreams), watching the movie "It" will never be on the menu again!
Because I felt that sensation of pain when I awoke from the clown nightmare I now believe something else may have been going on while I was dreaming. It's not just a thought, but a real possibility, now that I understand that paranormal visits are a part of life.
