Something was different with great care
Something was different with great care
I have feared the spirits since early childhood. Being conscious of paranormal phenomena happenings around me came after the passing of my grandfather. Something was different with great care throughout my life, I was close to determining what. We'll get there, except, for now, I have to recount another weird experience.
It happened when and where you'd expect most people to be deep asleep, like me. I suddenly needed to release myself. An unusual action was prompted. I never get up at night to go to the bathroom. Now it was different. I needed to go to the restroom and realized I couldn't move.
The primary thought that entered my mind was, oh no, I’m dead. What now? Yet at the back of my head, I needed to go to the bathroom. This was so annoying and so weird. My only thought was, how in the world was I going to get to the toilet? I felt so embarrassed by the thought that I might wet my bed. Therefore the next morning, they might find me dead in my mess.
I attempted to maneuver my body, but it felt so heavy I hardly could breathe, as if someone were lying on top of me. My fingers were movable and some parts of my body were. I was moving my fingers towards something so I could pull my body just like the sheet I was lying on. It was the bed frame.
Somehow, I managed to fall on the floor. It had been an awful process: the necessity to release and the inner fight with my fear. I was going to die if not already dead.
Therefore came the thought how in the world can I get to the bathroom? I had to man-oeuvre through my bedroom, kitchen, front room then to the toilet. I couldn't use my voice for help. The strong feeling of needing to release on the toilet was so powerful.
Have you ever tried to tug your complete body over the ground with only your 10 fingers? Well, that was exactly what I was doing. It felt like an eternity until I might finally reach the toilet. And what now? I was lying just ahead of the toilet, wanting to release. I was desperate at the thought that I would die by the toilet. The body went stiff fighting with the fear of dying. This cannot be it. I am going to die.
Once I was finished with self-pity, I entered a realm that made it impossible to unravel this feeling on my very own. I spoke a prayer: “Please God, help me onto the toilet. I don't want to wee on the ground. Please, I’m able to accompany you, please let this have an end.” I didn’t understand how I got abreast of it, but that was my last wish at that very moment. I sat there, enjoying the instant that I achieved my goal to release on a toilet, with no fear that my life would end afterward.
So I believed. An indescribable experience was happening. Something had shifted in my body; I felt as if nothing had happened. I resumed normal breathing, I could move my body easily. I had no heavy weight to contend with, nor the thought I would die. I didn't know what to believe about what had just happened. It had been so weird and freaky.
Years later, I found the solution to the present situation. I share it in one of my next Panorama Phenomena series.
If you have or had an experience like this or similar, or you know someone that did, mention it. Find others with a similar or the same experience. Learn more about it rather than trying to shut it out of your life, which you can’t. You'll be surprised what proportion you study yourself.
If you have nobody to speak to about paranormal phenomena, you are heartily welcome to share your story with me. I would love to listen to your story.
