Paranormal phenomena

I have a first hand first person account of said occurrences :

This is for Jimmy Maneckshaw Sahebji.

To answer your question, sir, directly, upon my experience with evil. Please to note that I speak of real events that I've experienced. These left their lasting marks upon my family. I've seen everything happen. To a rationalist such as I, even seeing it all refuses at times to dispel doubt and disbelief. One is not frightened when it all takes place. But the creeping fears that attend such experiences causes a rictus of terror that makes a man doubt his very own shadow in the midday sun, surrounded by people. This is the first time that I've ever undertaken to put forth the experiences in public. I beseech ladies and gentlemen here not to think badly of me because of the sheer improbability of what I write. So here goes.

Old families with histories have dark secrets. Our dark secrets are war, mayhem, murder, rape, grand robbery; all kinds of other inhuman acts performed whole we were kings. We used black magic to achieve our ends along with more prosaic methods such as fire and sword. The curses upon this family are myriad and powerful. Anyway.

My father was a good man. He was put through black magic. He died of it eventually. The demons that possessed him and tormented his last days entered him in 1975. For long, these forces stayed within acceptable boundaries, satisfying their vile needs only by inducing recurring bad dreams upon my good father. Then begun the process whence he tormented his family. My mother, a noble lady and grand duchess of the former royal house of Bengal and Gaur, kept the family together with her efforts. This is the background. We go back to 1992, August, when we shifted to a building known as Olympus, situated upon Altamount Road. The flat that was prepared for us was primed with the black arts as we later came to understand.

The process of demonic infestation started in 1993. My then new girlfriend begun complaining of someone pulling her hair in the house, whenever she came to visit. She was mystified, but not really frightened. But fright started when an unseen presence started to strangle my mother with her own saree, as she reclined upon her bed and watched television. She thought that she would die. In extremis by then, she begun uttering the Gayatri Mantra. The strangling ceased. But the television would not go off even after the main switch was shut off. Then, one night, she was attacked by something that looked like a giant woman with the head of a cat. This left nail marks upon my mother's arms and belly. My father, who was sane on that day, stood by trying to fight this presence. I rushed out of my room to help my mother, who was injured and upon the ground. The frightening thing here is that my mother was attacked in the dream state. But her injuries manifested physically. My father was also beaten up and suffered bruises. This father, who was a firm agnostic, was frightened on that night which I cannot ever forget.

Then begun the stage of obsession. Dead animals would land in my home. Food would rot even while being cooked. People would awaken from incredible and nauseating nightmares to find filth upon beds. Relationships within the family turned foul. My girlfriend was attacked by an incubus, if it was an incubus; these are just names I drop because I have no idea what these creatures were.

Then, on one winter evening, probably 1997, as I sat in my darkened living room listening to the sounds of music wafting in from a neighbouring flat, I detected movement upon the adjacent wall. This did not frightened me. But I was numb through it and I yet doubt, 22 years later, of this was all not a dream.

A spider like hand without an arm was crawling among the wall. The moment my eyes fell upon it, it stopped. Then, very slowly, one finger lifted and tapped the wall. Below the wall was a side table with a crystal vase containing a gold plant with leaves of jade, onyx and other semi precious stones. Now the vase had company. Something that looked like a skull was sitting besides it, with the dark hollow of its eyes looking upon me. I watched all this detached and without any emotion. My mind was working, trying to find possibilities. I lit a cigarette; Rothmans as I remember it. The hand was still upon the wall, now waving a long, skeletal finger into the air. The skull seemed to have vanished. I got up and I went into my room, washed my face. I came out. The hand had vanished. But there was a stench in the room. The stench is to be found along the electric crematorium at Chandanwadi.

The above experience is one amongst many. I shall not utter the experiences that attended my father's last ten days of life. But I shall forever remember the terror, agony, guilt, horror and the depths of misery that attended my family's passage in those days; my wife and my mother's mute desolation. My daughter's tears. My brother's cold resignation. My own wordless sorrow.

The evil that attended us from 1977, September, begun dissipating after my father's death on 29 April 2014. But it left its mark upon my family; my marriage suffered because of it; but now, it had grown stronger. Everything dear in this family's life was repeatedly destroyed by events, often supernatural. I cannot recount these right now. The reason is not secrecy. It is because these are simply unbelievable; and then, they are also incredibly private in nature.

Evil exists; it is tied up in the very fibre of physical worlds. Why do people go through it? Why do innocents suffer? I have no answer. But this I know that if you try to find God consciously, you will first have to cross the bridge over hell. Buddha, Jesus, Zarathustra, Mohammed; none were exempt apparently from this rule. Neither are you and I.

I end by saying that exorcism does not help, often. Why would an ever loving God permit evil? This is because evil is the dual alter ego to what is good. As they say, "life and non-life reside together, for neither in complete without the other". This is Zoroastrian principle. Akoman is the normal created state until we consciously choose to accept Vohumana.

Anyway, I had the opportunity to speak to a very powerful Bengali tantra-sadhak during my visit to Calcutta last year. He heard of these experiences gravely. He did not have much to say. But this he told me that demons don't come back after they leave for good. In the way that my life now progresses, I find truth in his insight.

I have put this up, above, not with intent to challenge anyone or to begin a debate upon what I've seen or experienced. I know what I've seen. These are very personal aspects of my life that I do not usually discuss. However, from you ladies and gentlemen, my brothers and sisters - sons and daughters of the Holy Fire, I've received nothing but kindness and consideration. Having shared this, I run the risk of losing your favour. But then, Asha Vahishta is about spiritual growth and seeking that God which resides within all of us. This is the only place to share the incredible, that might not be otherwise spoken of in secular and so called logical forums.

Ending this, let's never speak of evil again, but only look to hope, light, love; compassion, understanding and kindness.

Forgive my presumptions as well as the typographical errors of this post.

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Thoughts ?

Submitted March 16, 2019 at 05:28PM by Jimmybawa https://ift.tt/2uciVxb