Are Demons/Ghosts Real?

I experienced a repeated evil visitation dream one night years ago. I awoke fearful, fell back to sleep, dream continued/repeated, woke again, fell back to sleep, dream continued, woke again: heart pounding, sweating, frightened. I then spoke outloud saying, “Leave me in the name of Jesus Christ!” Only then was I able to go back to sleep peacefully without a repeat of the “nightmare”.
I’ve also experienced many “residual hauntings” which are not spirits but are playbacks of past events. During these you witness “happenings” of someone’s/animal’s energy played back and repeated like recordings of their life events. The person/animal does not interact with you. You just see it happening, like watching a video. This type of “haunting” is not harmful to you.
What do you believe?

PMCBurkey 

Uncle

“STOP CHILD SEXUAL ABUSE before a child is harmed. Trauma can bring isolation and fear to kids. Show them that they are not alone.” ~EF

“Uncle’s Game”
It was a beautiful day
I was cheerful and gay
Tired of play
I want to dream in my own way
But on the bed uncle was there
He pulled me up and caressed my hair
He kissed me and murmured in soft voice
If you shout, I will do it thrice
Time and bloody bed sheets were only witness
Bed sheets were burned and time is ceaseless
I want to cry-cry and cry
But my soul is wounded and my eyes are dry
~Aashish Ameya

I can sympathize with you.
In my case, it was an uncle too.
My childhood demon took the form of a man.
He took me by the hand,
Now I understand.
~PMCBurkey

One definition of uncle is a pawn broker. Pawn is defined as a person used by others for their own purposes.

The proctor buys a pupil ices
And hopes the boy will not resist,
When he attempts to practice vices
Few people even know exist.” ~Edward Gorey (master of dark humor)

“Alone”
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were–I have not seen
As others saw–I could not bring
My passions from a common spring–
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow–I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone–
And all I lov’d–I lov’d alone.
Then–in my childhood–in the dawn
Of a most stormy life–was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still–
From the torrent, or the fountain–
From the red cliff of the mountain–
From the sun that round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold–
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by–
From the thunder, and the storm–
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
~Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

“Often and often afterwards, the beloved Aunt would ask me why I had never told anyone how I was being treated. Children tell little more than animals, for what comes to them they accept as eternally established.” ~Rudyard Kipling

The most important thing parents can do is to believe what their children tell them; or the evidence that is placed before them. When I think back to my childhood demon, it’s hard to understand why my parents didn’t believe what the police told them. They were just in denial, I guess. So, my childhood demon was only that to me, while on the surface he continued to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing…the poor loving, attentive, misunderstood uncle!

Beware and Keep Aware.
‘Thank you’ from all of us with lost childhoods.
~PMCBurkey

Guardian Angel

Did you or do you have a favorite aunt? My favorite aunt was Aunt Marie. She was the sweetest person I knew.
She welcomed me into her home for sleepovers many weekends, holidays, and much of my childhood summers. She rescued me from much turmoil without letting me know what she was doing. She was a sanctuary for me as I joined in on her family’s outings.
One of the saddest times in my childhood was losing Aunt Marie to cancer.
I believe she was my Guardian Angel who came to me in dreams almost every night until I was married. It was then that my Aunt Marie dreams ended. She was able to rest believing I would be safe and happy. Thank you, Aunt Marie

PMCBurkey 

That Still Small Voice

Yes, everything happens for a reason. God was telling me and I didn’t listen!
The day I took Priscilla to Vet for her yearly vaccinations I was being warned but I didn’t realize it.
A lady was there with her little dog. I don’t remember the reason for their appointment.
I said we were there for Priscilla’s yearly shots, and this is what she told me. She said she doesn’t have her dog vaccinated yearly. She said doctors don’t do that for kids after their baby shots, so why do that for dogs? It made me pause but I went ahead with the appointment.
We almost lost Priscilla because of that appointment. Her immune system went crazy causing her to hemorrhage. One Vet gave the shots. Another Vet saved her life, said the vaccinations were the cause, and they would never vaccinate her again. Priscilla’s health has suffered due to the crisis. We are hoping she regains her strength and vitality.
What’s so ironic is we almost lost one of our sons when he reacted to a baby shot. He never completed his vaccinations because doctor would not give him any more.
Why didn’t I put credence in the conversation with that lady on appointment day?
I will advise others of what I have learned…Listen to the still small voice of God. God can communicate with us in any way He chooses.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart; and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will direct your paths.
“What I tell you in darkness, that speak you in light: and what you hear in the ear, that preach you upon the housetops.”
Proverbs 3:5-6; Matthew 10:27

PMCBurkey