-Astral Projection Entry- An Encounter With A Demon

2010 August 29 Sunday
Astral Week Physcial Plane Time: 3:30AM-4:30AM


Sunday, I got stuck in the astral plane for a whole hour, but in the astral plane, I was there for a freakin week because of some crazy entity that pulled me out there. 


First day, I was in first layer of astral realm, everything pitch black with energy outlines. I saw it -him-, he molded the area to make it look like the room I was in, and he molded himself, an outline of the person that was sleeping in the room with me. And he was screwing me, and I couldn't do anything about it. I felt a few things crawl on me, I think they were ants... A LOT OF THEM! But that didn't bother me more than the screwing. I realized it was the astral plane very quickly, and I tried forcing myself awake, and he was holding me down somehow, so I couldn't shoot back. I didn't -or couldn't- talk or scream. I haven't got my "astral legs" yet, so moving was difficult.


Second day, he made me read a book and it was about him (I don't remember anything I've read of it because the rest of the week filled up and it's hard to remember a whole entire week in under a second) , I read more than half the book. Outines were showing more light, so I saw more of the area and him. I can talk now, and so can he. I saw that there was something wrong with the right side of his face, maybe he forgot to mold that part. I didn't mention anything about his face to him. I didn't want him to know that I knew he messed up and wasn't good at fooling me. A few times I forced myself awake, but he pulled me back out before I could even take a conscious breath.


Third day, he molded himself so I could see outlines of his face, the right side of his face was torn, ripped, something happened to it, and it was raw, but not bleeding. There were bugs crawling around everywhere, cockroch-like things and smaller rounded bugs crawling all the place, all around him and his face, all up my arms, legs, neck, and face. I shot back and before I reached by body he pulled me back.


Forth day, getting some yellow lamp lighting from the physical realm, I saw him more clearer now, bugs still everywhere, he hid the right side of his face a few times while he was talking to me (I don't remember about what, it was just about him though). 


Fifth day, he made me read a passage he outlined in the book, he outlined it with the ink of the pen I had in my coat pocket that hung on the chair. 


Sixth day, he threw a freakin tantrum, it was about how I kept leaving him (I kept trying to wake myself up and everytime I did, he would pull me back out). I remember him screaming "YOU WON'T EVEN LOOK AT ME!", and I wasn't most of the week because he freaked me out, I think he tried to fool me to thinking that this plane is the physical plane, but I kept thinking, even if I stayed it wouldn't be the same (it, meaning this fake realm he created), his eyes were really creepy, his iris were pitch black, like it could pull you in. I forced myself back a lot today.


Seventh day, he was sighing a lot, he kept covering the right side of his face with his hair, he sat on the couch, right foot on left knee, elbows on the top of the couch, right hand to face, pouting. Still talking about how I don't like him. He reminded me of Junior and that vampire fellow who thearten me with a sawed down shotgun. Just assuming things, telling me things I've said that I never said. The ground was some white marble, and there was black dirt that came from the direction of the chimney, and dull orange maple leaves were on the ground as if they were blown in from the chimney. I tried forcing myself awake a lot while he was sitting on the couch. I came back and said outloud to myself, "I am possessed" because for some reason I thought I was possessed. I had a very difficult time moving and getting up, I felt the need -urge- to go back, but I was also scared that he would do something horrible to me, so I was sitting still, contemplating for the longest time. Then, I made coffee.