Besides being "sensitive" to ghosts, or spirits, I've always had dreams that foretell the future. They have always been warnings--always right too, I probably could fill up this section, and "add on" a couple more sections to it with all the ones I've had! But, this is the only one that triple "whammed" my night concerning a "evil" spirit, and an Angel as well.....I'll call this one; "Wake up! Evil's in da house!"

It all began with the Dream.....

It's the past, and there is an Indian village. The Shaman of the Tribe was dealing with evil magic, harming not only their enemies, but the people of his same village as well. The Chief found this out and banished him forever---but before he left, he cursed the village. Saying that all evil dead before him would rise and destroy them all, at a certain time of the moon, then, he left.

The dead began to rise, all evil warriors/fellow tribesmen, as zombies they grouped, and began their attack on the village. The Tribes-people tried their best to defend themselves--but how do you kill what's already dead? The Chief sent his youngest son to an old wise woman for the answers. The old woman told him of a magical sword that would return the zombies to "rest" and where to find it. "Take heed!" She warned the young boy, "Your tribe must follow some rules to keep the evil from ever returning." The rules where to keep with the old ways, always do good, and be as one with nature, if they should stop from doing these three things, they would be doomed to be ravaged by the evil once more. The boy did as told, found the sword, and the tribe succeeded in defeating the dead. Vowing to always uphold the rules, they lived for many years in peace.

Now, in the future, the tribe has lost it's old ways as the modern world takes their young into anything but what their elders were taught. They viewed the warnings as "stories told by the old" to scare them into behaving, not as if it were for real. The moon was coming to a point where they would be lost to the evil yet again--but still, they paid no mind to their elders cries.

The evil rose, and began their attack on the village once more. So many years had passed that there where hundreds of thousands of them. I'm part of this tribe at this time, and remember the stories told, and where the sword was hidden, and kept safe if needed ever again--it was. A group of friends and I got it and returned to what was left of our village to banish the evil once more. I could even smell their stench! Real close one was to me as I raised the sword in defence--and woke up.....

I'm Awake....

My room had an "heavy" feeling, and I quickly felt "something" in my house. I got out of bed and ran to my boys room to check on him--he was fast asleep, and there I felt calm, not evil at all. I left the room to be surrounded by the same feeling yet again. I grabbed my baseball bat and searched the house for a prowler, [thinking logically of course!] I found no one--but still felt "IT" there. I got my boyfriend up, but kept him at bay thinking he might get "possessed" by whatever it was--for it sure seemed not to want me. He had no idea what was going on, but very worried of me in the dark holding a bat, <smile>. That's when he asked me to calm down and tell him what was wrong, but before I could answer- he felt it! It tried to grab him, he couldn't see it, but he could feel it wrapping it's "arms" around him. He told me this and I ran to him to "Protect" him, for it couldn't get to me. We went to my room and I started to pray- when I thought of my boy. I asked him to check on him for I felt the evil had left, [when I go through an "encounter," I always grow tired and weak]. Without getting out of bed--he told me the boy was fine, and so I gave it no second thought--and went to sleep.

The next day I remembered that detail and asked him about it, why he never really went to check. He told me I might not believe him, but that the wall that divided both rooms, "seemed not to be there," and he watched as a large Angel dressed in white, glowing, was bent over smiling, looking at my boy, a sword resting on the corner of the crib! He felt so much warmth and peace, he fell straight asleep. I then freaked out for I remembered my dream--and the sword in it too! We were both in awe, and very silent the rest of the day--in shock!

--Nina