The book of Enoch 11:58

I felt at that moment as we looked down at this board almost I had gone to far. I had walked into the lion’s cage. I was not afraid. What had disturbed me is I was enjoying the energy. I felt raw anger flowing though me. Then I felt something new afterwards.

It was deeper then hate and deeper then any lust, or haste. I was told my eyes burned yellow among the darkness. I felt more animal then human. I was more aware of my actions then ever.

Every fiber of my being was in this.

Then Doug came in the room. I am off to work. I said bye! Like all of this was normal. He left.

I said: Spirits that desire to come forward heed our call. The glass began to move. I felt a glee. At first the glass started to pick up speed in circles and would toss us off the glass as if something would yank our hands off. Then it started all at once the feeling of things coming forward. We had an open line directly to lost souls. You could feel them coming in in drones. All you could hear was the wind outside and our breathing.

I asked who is here.

C_h_r_i_s it spelt out. I then asked what year is this. 1958 it spelt. How old are you? 12 it spelt.

I could feel what it was spelling and even know what it said before it spelt it out. We all could do that. It felt like we where linked in.

He informed us all he remembers was being hit by a car crossing the road he wandered in. Then the glass began to go in circles again and it flew off the board and landed on the carpet. Ten seconds later the juice glass exploded. As if something broke it.

The fog was moving in and stopped at the edge of the hall. We where bathed in blue light from the candles. All at once one of the bedroom doors slammed shut! It was like bang! It knocked a picture off the wall. We heard a cry.

Me and my Shaman friend where fighting for the bottle of apple jack being we needed a drink after that.

I said we need another glass. My Shaman friend said. Are you sure? I said no. Jen said we went this far!

I stayed into the circle got another glass.

I said who else is here? M-A_R_Y_.

She was a madam from the 1800’s. She kept trying to teach Jen how to be a good prostitute! She said they would not let sleep. She just wanted to get warm. I felt kind of bad for this spirit. It was very human. She was still trying to survive and was confused. She was the one who would sit in the rocker.

It was almost an hour went by talking to this woman when she got interrupted midway by something that said its name was Crow. IT HAD PUSHED HER OFF THE BOARD! It moved the glass on its own flew on the carpet and broke again ten seconds later.

In fact we broke every juice glass in the house. All we had was juice glasses! We ended up having to use a plastic measuring cup.

Crow did not want us here. He said all must leave. Many of the fates here are dammed and so will be. Death ahead or tragedy. He said this was his land. Something about being Native American and being murdered. They wanted this bit of land so he cursed it.

He was angry to no end. I have no idea if they would just shot the natives before. If they did that upsets me greatly.

I think Crow was confused that I was more upset that he was shot then afraid of him. He spelt me need to leave more then the others. For now he said he grant me some knowledge of what his world was like in favor. He went on all that dies here he keeps. It’s his curse. Favor? What kind of favor? This spirit was no longer human. I could feel him. It was like anger and shadow. He was doing the same thing to others as done to him. I then realized how easy that could be my afterlife. He then started to threaten the others. We stopped the session.

We drank some more and talked about what went on. Fog started to come down the fire place and spill into the living room. It was cold. The candles where not melting and still acting weird. I tried to turn off an oil lamp and it went higher. I cut off the air to the flame and it got bigger! I was amused I remember. It was sort of cool. Then we heard it all at once from the backyard.

It sounded like a group of people singing. I had to look at my diary to remember the words. This happens more then once.

“Master, let me walk with thee in lowly paths service free”

It sounded like a church choir. Why would we hear that??? I looked in back and the fog was swirling and darting. I could feel the tree almost staring at me. I was expecting to see people back there. I was disturbed a tad bit. It was clear as day.

I went back bed on the floor. Jen was on one sofa and my shaman friend on the other lounge thing.

Clarence came home. He went to sleep outside the circle.

We did warn him. He said he was scared of nothing.

Then all at once about 3am we where all awaked. There was a crash on the roof! BLAM!! Something was running around on the roof something big. Sounded like a man running across the roof.

It was running across the roof!

Then from the living room window I saw it. I will never forget the sight.

It looked like a twisted form of a person. It glowed yellow white in almost a liquid form of a person except the face and had eyes. The eyes looked black and white. Its face was smashed in. Like a Halloween pumpkin more then a person. It was very physical. It started banging and scrapping with long fingers on the window. Everyone saw it and Jen started to scream. Part of me was horrified the other part of me wanted to know more. It jumped up and you heard it on the roof again.

It went to the backdoor and was trying to move the door knob! He just stared in. I locked eyes with it and it smiled! I will never forget the psychotic smile. It was a thing that was disturbing. At this point I knew that was Crow. Then it disappeared again. IT WAS UNDER THE HOUSE IN THE CRAWL SPACE!

It began pushing on the floor boards and it was like they where rolling. It was like some kind of fun house ride.

Then the banging started from next door on the walls. The people next door had gone for the weekend so what was that banging? Was it in-between the walls? In the duplex next door?

I heard all at once humming coming from the back yard. I could see the tree under the full moon. It looked like the image of a woman in the moonlight holding up branches. It was rather beautiful even though there was so much chaos. She just put out strong almost sexual energy. I felt drawn at the gaze. I then thought maybe the floor boards may have been moved by tree roots! I did the math. Dryad???

The people next door said they did there ritual work somewhat in the backyard they worked with fairies. DID THAT TREE HAVE A DRYAD?

Even with the aspect of horror I wanted to go out there. I wanted to visit with the Dryad. Is sounds odd to others but to me it would be important. Maybe I could clear up this mess.

They would not let me outside. The shaman said it can wait till morning.

When I look back at the horrible specter I think it was trying to scare us off. It was a warning.

It did want in. But if it could do all those things why did it not just force its way in? Yet it was dark in nature. Something snapped in me. If I die would it really matter? I am not sure where that thought came from. I know it’s not a healthy one.

It was odd. I felt more in tune with this world then the mundane world. I had issues.

I lay down and the floor rolled again. I did not say anything. I am sure he came back but I was in a deep sleep. I had the hurricane nightmare again. I woke up all at once! Like a bullet from a gun. Before the sun began to raise the blue light of dawn filled the room. The candles where still going not melted. My shaman friend was awake. The first thing we both did was go outside. You could see where something had scrapped at the door. Rips in the paint like someone took a nail to it. Broken tree branches where lying on the ground from where in jumped on and off the roof and strange foot prints embedded in the ground.

My shaman friend went home. I watched the sunrise. I could feel the cold mourning air and hear the birds singing into the morning. Doug came home from work at the nursing home. No idea of the gate that was opened. We warned him that it might be good to move. He said: Hell no.

That mourning I and Jen went to visit Mike in jail. I told him about the lights being off. He asked me to call his grandparents and I did. They said they get him out and come down to Fl. That day I put in some applications to get a job.

Jen needed more glasses so we went to Catholic social services. We put down our needs where glasses being we had no money. We told the priest that we destroyed all the Glasses on an Ouija board. He gave us a referral and told us next time to use plastic!

Now this was weird. We where sent to a junk hut and almost every glass in there had something weird on it form booze labels to fast food places. It did the trick she had glasses. We got good advice from a priest that said we should use plastic in our séances.

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