Tower Of Babel

“INCUBUS: n. evil spirit believed to visit sleeper: nightmare; oppressive person or thing.” THE LITTLE OXFORD DICTIONARY

The weirdest thing happened to me about 4 weeks ago. I was asleep and dreaming. I was in a room that was enclosed, not quite a prison, but there was a feeling of being “detained”. I was lying down on my stomach and felt a PRESENCE coming towards me from behind. At first I thought it was Popsy and I must have been in a semi-awake state because I remember thinking “OOOHHH erotic dream alert!!!…could be fun!!!!!” I started to turn my head to smile at him when suddenly, there was a feeling of overwhelming EVIL……….

The PRESENCE was directly over me, coming closer and feeling heavier and more oppressive by the second. My fear was amazing and I began to squirm and whimper. Then suddenly I remembered that I could fight this dream and I jerked myself awake. The PRESENCE was definitely still there, and I was definitely too afraid to turn over and actually look for anything. I lay there for a while, praying very hard, without moving a muscle.

This lasted for upwards of a 1/2 hour, with me not wanting to go back to sleep and trying to rid myself of this feeling. Eventually, and very slowly the sense of the PRESENCE faded and I turned with my back right up against Popsy’s for some sort of protection and fell back to sleep.

For the rest of that week, each night I had a hard time getting to sleep. I could not bring myself to talk about the experience until much later that week when I told Popsy, who I might add is frequently “freaked out” by my “hokeyness’ when it comes to such things. Each night before falling asleep I would pray for God to keep the evil away from me. This poem is not the prayer that I said. In fact I wrote this earlier this year and it was originally written about an ex-boss of mine who does have a very deep and DARK side. That is another story in of itself, but there is a legal case pending on that story so I will have to wait until everything is resolved before posting about that. Fortunately, I am only peripherally involved in said case.

The poem seems apt here as well. (For those of you who have seen this poem before just ‘low mi nuh!)

EVIL

Evil rears its ugly head,
It’s darkness smoulders among us,
Infiltrating our minds,
Seeking our peace… our selves.

So watch then my friend,
Watch for evil’s smothering swirl,
It’s said it arrived in quiet
And quickly took it’s place.

Among us, in one discontent,
It clothed itself quite innocent
In a body so very small,
Yet a vessel so energetic!

It quietly waited,
Slyly working its spell,
To reek its havoc wildly,
To enfold all at its base.

It tried to claim us too,
To rape us of our strength,
To tear at us with hate,
With doubt of our true selves.

But we fought back with might,
Unity and faith our trusted shield,
To scatter evil’s spell,
And cast out its appeal.

For truth shall take the day,
Evil’s vessel will be undone,
Our shield shall block dark’s path,
As evil shrinks and skulks away.

For truth shall always win,
Darkness shall turn to light,
Our heads we’ll hold high,
For truth will lead us on.

Ciya
January 7, 2004

The thing is, that I tend to be slightly ambiguous at times about this sort of thing. I first heard about “Incubus(es)” (how would you pluralize that!) as a teenager . At that time, I used to often have “dreams” about a PRESENCE hovering over me. And, if I am to be perfectly honest, I thought of this PRESENCE as DEATH!
I would absolutely ‘HAVE’ to look around my room then. Just to make sure that I was alone and I am happy to report that each and every time I was. I was also into Supernatural scary books then too though….STEPHEN KING and the like. So I could put it down to these books working on my subconscious. I finally concluded after ‘CHRISTINE’ that STEPHEN KING was truly warped and stopped reading his books, and since the birth of kidlet #1 I have stopped reading any kind of supernatural book. As such, this could not have had an effect on my subconscious now.

I have tried to figure out if there was in fact something or someway that I had unconsciously opened myself to that could account for this event. I am not an avid churchgoer. In fact, Kidlet # 1 is and is constantly requesting that I take her to church…..COME TO THINK OF IT….we had a bit of a falling out a few weekends ago, and before this incident…. because she wanted me to take her to church, but she was not awake in time on the Sunday morning and she ended up blaming me for it…..She is almost 18 years old. I do not think that I have to wake her up on the weekends especially when she is the one who wants to go somewhere. However, this is the first time that I have connected the two incidents…..hhhhmmmmm!!!

I was going to say that I was not an avid church goer, but that I was not a heathen either. I do believe in God. I believe that he does have power over the world etc….I also believe in evil. I believe in my own version of heaven (it comforts me and that is all I ask of it). I have never seen a ghost, and other than family members who have passed on, I do not wish to see one either! I do believe in angels and thusly also their counterparts.

I must say, I have had a few incidents where I believe I have “gotten messages from beyond”….sounds hokey does it ! Nothing really earth shattering…eg Kidlet No 3 once had a lump under his arm and I was very worried and one night while driving home I “got a message” that he was going to be okay and I instantly stopped worrying about him. Everything did turn out to be fine too.

These things have always been solely about myself and/or my family and so could be contributed to my subconscious calming my fears yet again. Except for the US invasion of Grenada back in the early 80s.. ….that night I dreamt that there was an army of people coming towards our house, the noise and nervous excitement are still palpable in my mind and just when I thought that they were going to attack our house, they turned and went to a house just across the road and a few houses down from ours. It is still very vivid in my mind.

I do NOT have dreams about wars, never have before and not since and when I woke up that morning I was very perplexed until I heard the news of the US going into Grenada. I did not tell anyone about my dream for some time after that. Too afraid to be seen as “hokey” and for for that matter for it to have actually been vaguely realistic.

In fact, I sometimes find myself to be a bit too “hokey” and I tend to laugh these things off in an attempt to ease my own mind. I do not truly wish to have any special abilities (if indeed they do exist).

But I do find it interesting and just a little bit suspicious…..don’t you?!

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