I’ve had many “paranormal” or supernatural experiences before and I really don’t think they are all that extraordinary. A couple of them though, do stand out.
When a human being is possessed by an evil spirit, there is usually a “tell” if you pay attention, You might not immediately comprehend what you saw at first, it could take even a year or more before it dawns on you. Eventually however, it will be revealed to you at the appropriate time (God’s time) if at first you fail to catch it. A demon is following you around and, he is watching you.
I know, I know, as if we didn’t have enough problems just dealing with evil people, now I’m telling you to worry about Demons too? Well, not exactly. What I’m saying is that I have personally caught Demons looking at me through human eyes and I think it may even be the same one.
The two distinct memories that I have involve both genders (male & female). Yes, there are biologically more than just two genders but my experience involves the traditional examples. One embodied in a man and the other inhabiting a woman. Not just any woman either, this woman was a Catholic Nun!
Now, it isn’t any secret that among the fantasy’s that a majority of guys have, defiling some pure and innocent thing is one of the major ones. I must admit that I too have a vulnerability to this fantasy as well. Somehow the combination of purity and virtue co-mingled with the restriction of being forbidden, seems to stoke the fire of desire to inferno levels. To my quiet shame, I fell victim as well.
I was walking down Golden Gate Avenue and had just passed St. Bonaface when I spotted two Nuns walking in the same direction accross the street. It isn’t that uncommon to see “Fathers” walking around in their brown robes held tight by belts made of rope, but it is unusual to see Nuns. These two “Sisters” were especially unusual in that they were wearing blue uniforms with blue and white striped “Hobbits” (I think that is what they call their headgear). I am not Catholic and am not familiar with their raiment.
Anyway, I take a good look at them and then turn away out of respect, I mean, even though I’m not Catholic I can at least show respect for a fellow Christian. Something began to bug me though, it was if I began to feel a compulsion to look at them again. This was very strange, it was almost as if someone was nudging me, “Hey Eldon, look, look, if you don’t look you are going to miss it. Here it comes, just wait.” I actually felt irritated too, like “alright, alright, I’LL LOOK, just stop pestering me…” So I turned to watch them again although I didn’t know exactly why I was looking at them, staring at them now, eyes locked on the two Sisters demurely chatting away. Not once did they look at anything except each other.
You know how you feel when you expect to see something spectacular, when you’ve been told that you will see something spectacular, but you have absolutely no clue what it could possibly be? Your mind races trying to figure it out. As I uncomfortably stared on, I felt this very same thing.
One of the Nuns, I noticed, was very pretty. In fact, the more I looked, the prettier she got. Her manner seemed very demure and gentle, extreme modesty exuded from her, she seemed to have all of the qualities both purity and virtue impart. All of the mannerisms that one would expect. The pretty Nun was Hispanic, the other older and caucasion, utterly unremarkable. I became infatuated with the pretty one, so lady-like, so reserved.
I started to fantasize how nice it would be to be with her, and not in a clerical way. I couldn’t resist, she was so pretty, so feminine. The headgear and heavy clothing leaving everything else to the imagination. Can you blame me? If you can blame me, then I would tell you that “people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.” You know you’ve lusted after the forbidden fruit yourself, at least once in your life.
No sooner had I achieved our forbidden love affair in my mind than she gracefully, purposefully tilted her head and looked directly at me, DIRECTLY INTO MY EYES. She had never looked anywhere else except at the ground up to this point. Not at anything nor anyone, nothing but the ground, gently smiling and conversing. As soon as my imaginings turned sexual in nature, that is the exact moment that she suddenly turned her head, looked up ever so slightly and gave me the most lurid, tempting and sexually depraved grin that I have only ever received once before in life. It was positively WICKED and excruciatingly tempting. So powerful was the look, the sure promise of raw unbridled sex, that I actually received a jolt from it and lost my balance. I felt an overwhelming compulsion to run over and talk to her. Not having seen me even once, she looked directly into my eyes with laser beam intensity and exuded nothing but pure, raw, lasciviously delicious SEXUAL TEMPTATION. She knew what I had been thinking, could feel my lust and acknowledged me. She responded to my thoughts with the invitation of a Succubi.
Only problem was, it wasn’t her. Maybe it was her, but it wasn’t just her alone. She had company, she wasn’t alone in there. How else would she have known to look directly at me like that? Just as my thoughts began to explore and attempt to justify the possibility of having sex with her? Something or someone was whispering in her ear, “He wants you now, he’s dreaming of having sex with you, give him an invitation and let him know that its OK, you would like to have sex too.”
In my opinion, this could only be possible if she was either a Witch, Demonically possesed, or both. In either case, she was most surely a victim (a willing one maybe) and may not have even been conscious nor aware of her actions. This is often the case when people are possessed by evil spirits. It would have been different if she had even looked at me just one single time before, but she hadn’t. She should not have known that I was even there. Somehow though, she could sense me and what I was thinking, somehow could feel me dreaming about her, lusting for her. To go from having such a sweet and demure countenance so reserved and modest, and then out of the clear blue give me that wickedly depraved lascivious look. What else could it be? I can think of no other explanation.
I do not say this to disparage all Nuns or Sisters, I am just trying to explain what I saw and the experience of it. It was extremely disturbing for me. I felt instantly ashamed, as well as a compulsive urge to walk over to her and start talking to her (I really, really had to resist doing that too). More than a little danger. After she gave me that oh so sinfully wicked glance, she resumed her sweet facade as if nothing had happened and never looked my way again. I was both very disappointed and relieved at the same time, when the two “Sisters” finally walked out of my sight. I was disturbed for the rest of the day, and the day after that. I kind of felt violated. Had I actually experienced what I think I just experienced? Something looked at me out of those pretty big brown eyes and it wasn’t exactly human. It was however, extremely sexy, tempting and frightening. I felt totally out of my league but curious nonetheless. I’m just telling you what it felt like and for your edification. What good is the experience if I don’t pass it on?
The only other time I’ve experienced the exact same thing was from an extremely beautiful Arabic woman who looked at me in exactly the same way. Only once, never before and never after. One extremely tempting and sexually charged “come hither” look, directly into my eyes and yes, it made me feel the same way then as the above stated did. This is why I think that it was the same spiritual entity inhabiting both women whom, by virtue of their repressed conditions, were probably thinking about forbidden things all of the time. Perhaps even secretly indulging in them. Ripe and fertile ground for demonic corruption. No misogyny here, I do in fact, adore women and consider them to be equals, just telling it like I see it. I have to explain it somehow. Something that should not have been possible but did occur nonetheless. Just as sure as the Moon rises.
I cannot emphasize enough how frightening these two experiences were, not because of what happened in the incidents themselves, but because I was so strongly tempted. In both cases I really had to stop myself from going over and talking to the women, the urge was so very strong. Something however, was just not right. Something was off and strangely amiss. I instinctively felt the presence of evil and tremendous danger. I would start to take a step closer but could not complete it. DANGER WILL ROBINSON, DANGER! The looks that those beautiful women gave me though, left nothing to the imagination. It was as if all that I had to do was ask and it would be given, nothing withheld, nothing forbidden. Like a Moth to flame, I could feel the danger but so wanted them anyway, the looks that they gave me promised every fantasy fulfilled, every desire satiated, without limit nor reservation. Total acceptance and total surrender. A true Siren Song calling me to the depths of mutual depravity.
I felt sorry for these women later on. I realized that they were living in oppressive circumstances and that had somehow led to them coming under the influence of entities that were taking advantage of them. I felt shame all the more. The real question for me now was, as a Christian man, how could I ever withstand such temptation and minister to women so afflicted? Having a healthy sex life in proper context is one thing, but this was something else altogether. This was neither healthy nor had anything to do with “life.” This was death, death of the soul and perhaps of the body too. Separation from God to be sure. I hope those women are spiritually OK now. I hope that I’m healthier as well for that matter. Takes two to Tango, after all.
As for the other time that I was looked at by an entity peering through human eyes was at my Hotel by one of my neighbors. I was being gangstalked by those in my building and this particular neighbor attempted to Gaslight me.
I had just stepped out of my room and walked down to the end of the hallway. I had not locked my room. Right before I descended the steps, I turned around to look back in the direction of my room. Who do you think was standing there but none other than my next door neighbor, only I couldn’t recognize him. He looked like a completely different person head to toe.
He was standing at the end of the hallway, glaring at me with an intensity that I had never seen on him before. He did not look like himself and I could not identify who this strange man was that was standing in front of my door. I continued to stare at him and he continued to glare back at me, not blinking even once. Just an intense glare filled with confidence and malevolence. I almost considered turning around and continuing downstairs but something just didn’t seem right. It distrubed me.
So, I decided that even though it was a silly thing to do, that I should return to my room and make sure that everything was OK. I had taken no more than three steps when the man slowly backed up around the corner of the building and out of sight. Not once did he break eye contact with me. I was thoroughly shaken, this guy was kind of scary lookin. Halfway down the hall, I hear a door gently click, when I got to my room I saw nothing all.
Because of the spookiness of it, I asked the front desk clerk to check the video camera for me. When he told me that the man I had seen was actually my next door neighbor I couldn’t believe it. He had looked like a completely different person, absolutely no resemblance at all.
I then knew that I had just witnessed someone who was demonically possessed. There was a familiarity to the experience, as if I had been visited by the same “person” before…