Marsha Klein
Junior Acolyte
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- May 14, 2010
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First post...please be gentle
A few years back I was suffering from a bout of depression. My doctor decided to change the medication I was on for something “newer”. A few days later my next door neighbour (lovely but very religious in the speaking in tongues and falling down with the holy spirit variety) invited me to come along to a talk at her church. Although the talk was entertaining enough I personally found the whole collapsing with the holy spirit and glossolalia a tad “put on” (struck me more like group hysteria than anything really spiritual)
That night I had a sleep paralysis experience. I’ve suffered from SP for a number of years and don’t find it frightening. On this occasion my neighbour was stood beside my bed. “Is that you Dianne?” I asked and she replied “No”. I thought nothing about it really, just SP but I mentioned it to my neighbour next time I saw her. Well she didn’t take to it too well. “Demons!” she gasped. Apparently what I had seen was a demon pretending to be her (they’re not allowed to lie about their names apparently. Frankly I’d have though a little white lie par for the course with them, but no.)
The following day she came round to mine with one of her church chums and offered to bless the house. I figured it was easier to let her get on with it than offend her but actually I should have just stopped the whole malarkey there.
After the “blessing” the incidences of sleep paralysis became more frequent and intense and quite scary. On one occasion I “saw” the entity (like a human but elongated and slighty blurred) he even gave me a name. On another occasion the SP took the form of my neighbour and her daughter. By now I should have known better than to say anything but I did and next thing I know she’s speaking in tongues over the daughter trying to cast the demon out. All rather disturbing. According to my neighbour The Enemy (they don’t go calling him the devil apparently) was enraged that I was turning towards the light (I wasn’t) and was fighting for my soul. By this time I was so exhausted through lack of sleep I honestly no longer knew what to think. Was she right?
After about a week of this I honestly thought I’d lost the plot but as I stepped out of the shower one night I hear a clear voice in my head say, “Check your new meds.” I took the information slip out of my box of new anti-depressants and there it all was…sleep disturbances, audial and visual hallucinations, paranoia, the works. The following day I went back to my doctor who out me back on my old meds and just like that normality was resumed (or at least what passes for it round here)
For a week my whole perception of reality was altered. Were there such things as demons? Were they fighting for my eternal soul? Did they visit me every night? My rational mind says an emphatic no! It was down to sleep paralysis, psychotropic medication and the suggestions of my Pentacostalist, well meaning (I hope) neighbour. I still look back on that time though with a shudder as it was genuinely scary.
I still have bouts of SP now but I find that thinking, “Bugger off I can’t be bothered with you” sends the hag packing
A few years back I was suffering from a bout of depression. My doctor decided to change the medication I was on for something “newer”. A few days later my next door neighbour (lovely but very religious in the speaking in tongues and falling down with the holy spirit variety) invited me to come along to a talk at her church. Although the talk was entertaining enough I personally found the whole collapsing with the holy spirit and glossolalia a tad “put on” (struck me more like group hysteria than anything really spiritual)
That night I had a sleep paralysis experience. I’ve suffered from SP for a number of years and don’t find it frightening. On this occasion my neighbour was stood beside my bed. “Is that you Dianne?” I asked and she replied “No”. I thought nothing about it really, just SP but I mentioned it to my neighbour next time I saw her. Well she didn’t take to it too well. “Demons!” she gasped. Apparently what I had seen was a demon pretending to be her (they’re not allowed to lie about their names apparently. Frankly I’d have though a little white lie par for the course with them, but no.)
The following day she came round to mine with one of her church chums and offered to bless the house. I figured it was easier to let her get on with it than offend her but actually I should have just stopped the whole malarkey there.
After the “blessing” the incidences of sleep paralysis became more frequent and intense and quite scary. On one occasion I “saw” the entity (like a human but elongated and slighty blurred) he even gave me a name. On another occasion the SP took the form of my neighbour and her daughter. By now I should have known better than to say anything but I did and next thing I know she’s speaking in tongues over the daughter trying to cast the demon out. All rather disturbing. According to my neighbour The Enemy (they don’t go calling him the devil apparently) was enraged that I was turning towards the light (I wasn’t) and was fighting for my soul. By this time I was so exhausted through lack of sleep I honestly no longer knew what to think. Was she right?
After about a week of this I honestly thought I’d lost the plot but as I stepped out of the shower one night I hear a clear voice in my head say, “Check your new meds.” I took the information slip out of my box of new anti-depressants and there it all was…sleep disturbances, audial and visual hallucinations, paranoia, the works. The following day I went back to my doctor who out me back on my old meds and just like that normality was resumed (or at least what passes for it round here)
For a week my whole perception of reality was altered. Were there such things as demons? Were they fighting for my eternal soul? Did they visit me every night? My rational mind says an emphatic no! It was down to sleep paralysis, psychotropic medication and the suggestions of my Pentacostalist, well meaning (I hope) neighbour. I still look back on that time though with a shudder as it was genuinely scary.
I still have bouts of SP now but I find that thinking, “Bugger off I can’t be bothered with you” sends the hag packing