My personal psychic experiences
Resolving the direct attacks
As 1980 drew on, I was becoming exhausted. Then, at long last, that I got a brief break from the attacks. I was at a fete and I won a cross on a necklace. Somehow, I knew that by wearing it, it would give me some protection. It did, but somewhere alone the line, later that year, the cross disappeared. It had given me enough time, though to get my strength back up to ward off the attacks again.Towards the end of 1980, something happened that would prove to be another major turning point in my life. I would often go down to the library to find books to read, as they were my main source of entertainment back in those day. I would often browse the alternative sections, looking for anything that interested me. One day, I found a book titled The Power of your Subconscious Mind by J.D. Murphy. It was a book that changed my life completely.
Within the pages, I found inspiring stories and very simple ways of using the subconscious mind to get exactly what you wanted. The techniques were deceptively simple, and results came very fast. Within a month, I had gone from a lonely, friendless teenager who was always sarcastic and bitter to a person with several friends (some which have lasted till this day) and relatively happy.
What it actually did was open me to synchs. I would ask for what I wanted, and then I would wait, confident that it would come. It always did. My primary command was that nothing that was bad for me would occur, and long term gains would take precedent over short term ones. With those restrictions in mind, I found that my life became one long string of ‘coincidences’. So many things happened, that it would fill a couple of volumes just to state them all. (I did keep extensive diaries for around 16 years on most of these.)
I remained convinced of the power till around 1997, when I started to learn more and understand exactly what was happening, and why it worked. The important thing was, though, that I was open to synchronicity.
I also asked, eventually, for the answers on how to stop the attacks.
I remember going through each day, living my life normally, and yet, at the same time, I was fighting this internal battle. No one knew as I spoke rarely to others about it.
In 83, I was once again getting to the point where I felt I could no longer keep on fighting. It was then that the cross turned up once more. This time in my mother’s glove box of her car. I was happy to find it, and I wore it for a month.
Relief came, and the attacks ceased. The strange thing was that I also felt cut off from everything else. It was like living in a plastic bubble. Still, I was happy that it protected me.
Then one morning, about a month later, I woke up one morning and a voiceless voice said to me: Do you believe in Jesus?
At the time, I didn’t really, and so I said, no, I didn’t. The voice replied: well, it’s hypocritical of you to be wearing that cross, then. I had to admit that, yes, I guessed it was. That morning, the cross disappeared again, never to reappear.
Fortunately for me, it was only another year that I had to endure those attacks. Every day for 6 years, had been fighting them. Every day, I had asked for help and told Satan to go away. I had sent all my hate and power to it to try and defeat this power.
Then one day in 1984, I found myself reasoning, for some reason, that if hate wasn’t working, and indeed, only seemed to make it stronger, then love would have the opposite effect. So I said, join me in love, or leave me alone, and I sent thoughts of love to it.
I was free and never troubled again by those types of attacks. At least not the type that was directly on my mind.
In hindsight, it was obvious what needed to be done. Nowadays, it’s hard to imagine that I took so many years to come to the answer, but I guess, what was important was that I managed to do it.
