Fasting can bring about some powerfully strange dreams. Everything becomes more vivid and easier to recall. This morning’s out-of-body adventure brought about a strange encounter with an unknown daemon.
The important bit began with a lesson about spirit pacts from E. A. Koetting. I could see him teaching as he does on his video seminars, though my memory of what he said specifically fails me. I was moved away from Mr. Koetting and propelled to a great height above the earth.
Then everything went dark and I was back in bed. My body was in a state of false awakening and I could distinctly feel the insistent presence of a spirit hovering over the right side of my face.
This unknown entity began offering to make a pact with me, with a threatening condition:
“That you never speak the phrase, ‘ONE JESUS CHRIST.'”
The voice transformed from an authoritative female voice to a thundering cacophony of many voices with the uttering of those words. The chorus was loud and fully audible in my right ear; not localized in my mind as before. Pangs of fear began to gnaw at me.
“I will say, ‘One Jesus Christ,’ as I please.” Came my reply.
Forming those words required great effort on my part, though they were no less effectual. The spirit went away, and I became fully awake, with the familiar sensations of Catherine at my side.
What a strange confrontation! I failed to catch a glimpse of the spirit, so I’m at a loss as to their identity. Maybe it was Catherine all along, screwing around, testing my resolve? I have no way of knowing for certain.
Whatever the case may be, I still feel strong about the conviction I had in that frightful moment. My resolve had nothing to do with being a hardcore believer in Christian dogma. Rather, that I won’t be told what I can and cannot say within any given relationship, spiritual or otherwise.