As Above, So Below

By Tina Medeiros

A cautionary tale for other seekers, as well as serious questioning about reincarnation and what lies behind it. It is both a fascinating and horrific story and I can say without a doubt that I have never come across anything like this before. What happened to us is unique in many ways. It touches on the very personal area of meeting a true Soulmate and sharing a metaphysical journey into the forbidden territory of paranormal where questioning the darker side of reality results in tragic consequences. But it also shook my whole belief system and left me with more questions than answers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tina Medeiros
• Release date: May 3, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224741984

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As Above, So Below

Tina Medeiros

As Above, So Below

Tina Medeiros

Copyright Tina Medeiros 2024

Published by Tina Medeiros

Publishing at Smashwords

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Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1: John's Story: Paradigm Shift

Chapter 2: Teacher's Pet

Chapter 3: Tina's Story

Chapter 4: Meeting John

Chapter 5: Tulpa

Chapter 6: John Arrives In London

Chapter 7: Under The Dark Force Attack

Chapter 8: Falling Out With Diana

Chapter 9: Diana Breaks Her Silence

Chapter 10: Making Up With Diana

Chapter 11: Diana Speaks

Chapter 12: Questions And Answers

Chapter 13: House of Horrors In Connecticut

Chapter 14: Looking Down The Willow Street

Chapter 15: Making Dreams Come True

Chapter 16: Live Free or Die

Chapter 17: Meeting Septuagint

Chapter 18: Draco

Chapter 19: Septuagint's Story

Chapter 20: Diana’s House

Chapter 21: Bleeding Doll

Chapter 22: The Knockers

Chapter 23: Elisa Lam Case and Aleister Crowley Connection

Chapter 24: Diana's Soulmate

Chapter 25: Conversation With David Bowie

Chapter 26: Conversation with Princess Diana of Wales

Chapter 27: Destiny Opens The Door

Chapter 28: Home Sweet Home!

Part 2

Chapter 29: The Son of God

Chapter 30: Seek and you Shall Find...

Chapter 31: Embraced by Evil

Chapter 32: Demonic Possession

Chapter 33: Final Deception

Chapter 34: As Above, so Below

Chapter 35: Moving On

Introduction

This is a true story of a personal experience, how two Soulmates were brought together mysteriously through metaphysical means by a Succubus. This book is about love, friendship with the Astral Entities, trust, and total betrayal, resulting in demonic possession.

Also, included in this book, are channeled conversations with others who answer our many questions on various subjects.

In this groundbreaking story, we expose extreme Dark Forces attacks, and illustrate how the Dark Forces attempted to create despair, misery, and un-fulfillment in our life, and almost succeeded.

There is a twist in this unusual story, where Darkness camouflages its true intentions most unexpectedly.

We do not judge or claim to have all the answers to what happened. There are many things in life that go beyond our understanding and this story belongs in that category.

Whatever the real truth, this book is dedicated to Diana, without whom it would never have been written.

As it stands, it is thanks to Diana, that my dreams became reality. If it wasn't for her, connection with my beloved Soulmate John would not have been possible. There's no greater happiness than true fulfillment in love. Therefore, both me and John would be forever grateful for what she did.

Diana, the demon. Diana, the extraterrestrial. Diana, the true warrior, who stood for justice, fairness, and compassion.

But, there is more. Much more to this story.

Because of the very controversial character of what is presented here, this book is not for everyone. Everything that you are about to read has happened.

If you are deeply religious, a skeptic, or get easily scared, this book is not for you.

Writing this book was not an easy project as it includes deeply traumatic experiences, and it took lots of strength and motivation to carry on and see it through.

There are parts and sections of the book that are also presented by John, in his own words.

It is both a fascinating and horrific story and I can say without a doubt that I have never come across anything like this before. What happened to us is unique in many ways. It touches on the very personal area of meeting a true Soulmate and sharing a metaphysical journey into the forbidden territory of paranormal where questioning the darker side of reality results in tragic consequences. But it also shook my whole belief system and left me with more questions than answers.

Apart from presenting a unique story, this book also features a deep warning to those who embrace paranormal manifestations without any suitable preparation or knowledge, and often do it just for fun.

On the other hand, this book also provides a warning to those who have the knowledge and sober mind to match it. It is important to remember that participating in any paranormal activity, no matter how long or how deep, does not make anyone an expert in that area. Why? Because any contact with anybody from 'the other side' is what I call a one-sided experience, as there are absolutely no guarantees of how truthful is what is communicated to us. There is also an identity issue, as nobody can be absolutely sure of who or what we are dealing with, even with the ability to see any manifestations. No amount of knowledge can guarantee that. Voices can be mimicked, and any apparition can be easily customized due to shape-shifting abilities that are possible within the range of the spirit world.

The bottom line is, that those who contact us know who they are contacting, but we, on the other hand, can only speculate about their identity, and our trust is often based on what is communicated to us, true or false.

Material presented in this book is based on both written notes and electronic recordings such as cassettes and Dictaphone. All communication is provided by a direct channeling source.

Please note, that I am not presenting all communication sessions in chronological order while describing certain events and introducing those who we conversed with. This is due to the vast amount of material that I tried to cover in this book combined with hundreds of hours of recording time, and many sessions were not dated.

The title of this book is a message in itself, as it points to a deep similarity between here and the world directly beyond our level of existence, where deception runs deeply and is reflected in a mirror-like image.

1 - John's Story: Paradigm Shift

Diana entered my life in a very big way on a hot summer day in late September 2007, leaving an immediate and indelible impression upon my being, although the full significance of just who, and or what Diana was, and the profound extent that my life would be changed by her powerful and commanding presence was to elude me for better than four years.

The day had begun in a typically mundane and routine fashion, quite like the thousands of others before it, as I am a creature of habit and seldom vary in my routine from day to day, and am self-admittedly quite fixed in my ways. I had returned home at 6:15 am from a rather uneventful overnight grocery stocking shift at a large well-known grocery store chain where I had been employed for many years. After a hot shower and a quick change into a comfortable pair of shorts and a tee-shirt suitable for sleeping on a typical, sticky, humid, summer day in New England, I settled down at my living room desktop computer with a snack in hand to do a little research on Aliens and UFO's, an all-time favorite hobby of mine, until I could wind down sufficiently enough to be able to attempt to sleep, as a daytime sleeping schedule was necessary due to my ungodly graveyard shift schedule. After about an hour of this, I decided that I was tired enough to attempt to sleep and settled into my bed with my tummy full of food, and my head filled with Flying Saucers and ET's, which while admittedly somewhat unorthodox by normal standards, was generally a very successful and potent sleeping cocktail for me. I reached over onto my nightstand, and grabbed a book on UFO's from among a stack of several paranormal/ metaphysical books that I had been reading simultaneously, (a longstanding habit of mine), and began reading. Ten or fifteen minutes of this usually resulted in producing a state of deep sleep, often with a book still in hand, and this day was no exception, and I quickly fell into a deep slumber.

After an indeterminate period of time, I was suddenly awakened by a rather loud and extremely annoying buzzing sound whose source seemed oddly to lack a specific location, other than the center of my brain. My sleepy and out of focus eyes tried painfully and futilely to adjust to what I thought was the bright sunlight streaming into my bedroom, and yet the nightshade on my one lone bedroom window was drawn tightly closed and only a faint hint of daylight could be attributed to that source.

Now almost completely disoriented, with my heart pounding nearly out of my chest, I observed what appeared to be a rather thin figure, of perhaps average height, in a hooded black robe similar to what I imagined one might wear during some type of clandestine secret ceremony such as a Satanic Black Mass or some other such forbidden occult ceremony standing motionless near the foot of my bed.

The figure’s face appeared to me at first to be hidden by shadows beneath the folds of the hood, but as my eyes began to adjust to the intensely bright, and seemingly vibrating, and unearthly light which seemed somehow, impossibly, to be emanating almost directly from this being, it was revealed to me upon closer scrutiny, that I was staring at pitch black nothingness where the face should have been, a fact which was not lost on my rapidly recalibrating brain, as it struggled to adjust to this new environment, where the natural laws of physics were at least for the time being seemingly temporarily suspended, or at the very least, being bent to the whim and will of this as yet unidentified and for the time being nameless spectral being.

The hands protruding from the loose and hanging sleeves of the monk-like robe bore a delicate, almost feminine appearance, the fingers long and thin, almost skeleton-like in appearance, too long and too thin to be human I decided, as my reasoning and logic faculties were rapidly returning to me now, and my irrational fear was beginning to noticeably abate, partly because the waif-like spectral being, for want of a better description, remained nearly motionless at the foot of my bed and appeared to be non-threatening, but mostly because this hooded black-robed entity was somehow inexplicably exuding a sense of profound love and deep compassion, and a feeling of all-knowings that was seemingly resonating to the very core of my being, by a means I as of yet had no clue of, but in due time I would come to understand in a very profoundly deep and personal way. I had also somehow decided that the being that was before me was decidedly male although, if put on the spot, I couldn't explain fully even now how I came to this patently absurd and incredibly erroneous conclusion, but I am of a firm conviction that this being went along with my asinine assumption without missing a cue, despite having intentions that would eventually blow this assumption of mine right out of the water.

As I continued to lie on my bed with my eyes acutely transfixed on this incredibly surreal and otherworldly black-cloaked figure, my body, which only moments before had been in a state of extreme tension and nearly overwhelming shock, began to rapidly relax, and felt as if it were actually sinking into and through the very fabric of my mattress itself. My mind, which had been fearful and racing one moment, became placid and calm the next moment, like some kind of fast-acting miracle super-drug had been mysteriously and remotely administered to me that miraculously calmed both body and mind without causing drowsiness or loss of mental acuity. It was as if this being, who uncannily bore a most striking and alarming resemblance to the grim reaper, minus the scythe, a fact, which despite my now deeply relaxed state, certainly was not lost on me, was somehow remotely and masterfully manipulating my physiology through some as yet unknown powers of the mind that literally defied explanation.

Unbeknownst to me at the time, this masterful control of my physiology was to become a hallmark theme of sorts in virtually all of my interactions with Diana going forward, despite the myriad of inexplicable and mind-blowing twists and turns our most unusual relationship was to take over the years, and there were many to be sure. Also, this ability to project powerful feelings and emotions into the very core of my soul, as well as the seeming uprooting of the laws of physics whenever Diana was around, would come to be very familiar to me as well, and despite the incredible strangeness of it all, I would come to know and love Diana in a deep and profound way that would have been impossible by ordinary means, of that I am convinced. Of course, for the time being, Diana, human or not, was a he so far as I was concerned, and all interactions for the immediate future, or the better part of the next year to be more precise, would be based on this very erroneous, and I personally believe to Diana, very amusing assumption.

Suddenly, without warning, in the space of an instant, I found myself no longer in the familiar and relatively comfortable surroundings of my room, but now found myself standing nearly in the middle of what appeared to be a vast and expansive, dimly lit, shadowy platform, which was seemingly hanging suspended and motionless in space. This enormous platform appeared to be constructed of some type of exotic metal that bore a dull metallic composition, and was more or less rectangular in shape, with monstrously high walls on three sides, perhaps thirty or more feet high, and where the fourth wall should have been, was just a giant square opening to space itself, which my logically operating mind assumed must be some sort of giant window or portal that was specially fabricated and tempered to withstand the rigors of space. I remember thinking to myself that surely this was all just a dream, a lucid dream at that, and at any moment I was going to wake up in my bed and shake this whole thing off, and maybe have a good laugh at myself for having a way too overactive imagination, and for reading far too many esoteric and forbidden books, and perhaps it wasn't such a good idea, after all, to eat anything before retiring to bed, when suddenly I noticed, some distance ahead of me, right at the very edge of the platform, standing motionless, it's back to me and apparently staring out into space, was the same hooded black-robed entity that scarcely less than a moment before, had been standing motionless at the foot of my bed. I felt a comforting sense of familiarity, a very deep and unexplainable emotional connection, and an almost overwhelming and overpowering feeling of loving this being that seemed to permeate to the very core of my being.

As I slowly closed the distance between myself and this perceived male being, who by my best approximation stood about 5 feet 5 inches tall, and largely based on the thinness of its hands, was in possession of a delicate and fairly slight build, and despite the obvious strangeness of it all, I was overcome with an incredible sense of deja-vous, as if I had known this being for my whole life, perhaps even beyond that, and that this whole scenario had played itself out countless times before, somewhere in the dim and forgotten recesses of the past. I came to a stop and stood silently at the edge of the platform, perhaps three feet to its right, and quietly contemplated my surroundings for a few moments. Somehow, instinctively, I knew that I had come here, wherever here was, primarily as a seeker of knowledge, and that this powerful and all too familiar presence beside me possessed this knowledge in spades and was willing to share it with me to the full capacity to which I was able to receive it, and as strange as it sounds, even beyond that, in that some things that I was to be told, would only make sense to me in hindsight, and that some things even then, would still continue to remain an enigma to me despite the passage of time, and much effort and research on my part to try and make sense of it all.

I stood, almost reverently, beside this strangely familiar being, who, despite my stealthy approach, and who despite never even turning its head, seemed to both know that I was there, and know just exactly who I was. I noted that ( he?) was staring out the massive rectangular portal window into the blackness of space, and my natural curiosity quickly began getting the better of me. As I in turn stared out of what I believed to be the portal window for several moments, my eyes could see nothing but complete and utter blackness, but gradually, as my eyes began to adjust to the dim light conditions aboard this floating platform, I could just vaguely make out what appeared to be tiny points of light almost too far away to be seen by the unaided eye. Stars, I thought to myself, very distant stars too. Yes, answered a calm voice, in a rather matter-of-fact tone, directly into my head, very distant stars indeed.

I almost jumped right out of my skin, but instantly realized what had just happened, because I had read about this ability numerous times in the paranormal literature that I was so fond of, but had never personally experienced it before, nor did I, truth be told, ever really expect to, especially under such bizarre circumstances as I found myself in now, that was for sure. My God, I said excitedly to myself, he is telepathic! As if in direct response to my thoughts, I could hear gentle and kindly sounding laughter reverberating in my head, and could almost swear that I could actually feel his amusement in a very emphatic way, as well, but I couldn't swear to that as a fact, and felt that perhaps my overactive imagination could be playing tricks on me. In due time, after numerous, intimate, prolonged, and intense interactions, I would come to the realization that not only could Diana both send and receive telepathically with absolute crystal clarity, but she could also convey to me her emotional state as well, but only when she chooses to do this, and only to the degree and duration to which she felt that I was able to safely handle it, because Diana's raw and unbuffered emotions were far too intense for a flesh and blood human-being like myself to be able to safely handle for any prolonged length of time, without serious problems both mentally and physically.

Regaining my composure, after this rather surprising display of psychic prowess took me but a moment or two, what with the previously described calming effect that this being was inducing in me like mad, and my rather insatiable curiosity to get to the bottom of just exactly what hell was going on here. My eyes, now quite well accustomed to the dim lighting, quickly noticed that the entire border of what I had believed to be the gargantuan rectangular glass viewing portal, was glowing a turquoise blue color, and I instantly suspected that this portal was perhaps in actuality some kind of hi-tech force-field that kept the air in, and the deadly vacuum of deep space out. Almost instinctively, and without conferring with my hooded companion first, I foolishly decided to test out my theory, and reached out with my hand and touched the surface of this unknown barrier, which instantly gave way to my touch like it was made of an elastic material, and sent a warm electric tingle through my hand and up my arm. The response from my formerly serene and compassionate host was one of seeming alarm and anger as he telepathically screamed: Don't touch the star gate membrane, that's very dangerous! I quickly jerked my hand away, and felt an instant sense of shame and humiliation for being so stupid, and felt my face getting hot and flushed, a sure sign that my face was getting red.

Not to worry, said my host in a much calmer and noticeably reconciliatory tone, and who was no doubt reading me like an open book, no harm had been done. Before I could even formulate the question fully in my head, and without even turning his gaze away from what I now knew to be some kind of living membrane, he began explaining to me that this membrane was actually alive in some form and that the star gate responded to your thoughts and desires, and could show you anything that you wanted to see, and could take you anywhere that you wanted to go almost instantly.

Where are we right now, I asked? He answered that we were currently in a stationary position between the Earth and Mars. Then why can't I see them, I said, revealing more than a hint of suspicion and disbelief. Instantly, I felt a sense of movement, and the view of distant stars was quickly replaced with a spectacular and immediately recognizable view of the Moon and the Earth, and in the foreground was the unmistakable image of the sun, which now filled the dim and shadowy interior of the space platform with blindingly bright light.

I inquired why I had been brought there, and was told that my concept of time was wrong and needed to be discarded because time was only an artifact of human perception. How so, I asked curiously? Immediately, the Moon, which had no obviously perceptible motion when I had first looked at it, began to revolve around the Earth, slowly at first, then with greater and greater speed, and the earth began to revolve faster and faster through its day/night cycles, which became so rapid as to be a blur, and I could quite noticeably detect the movement of the earth around the sun as well. It was as if time itself had been speeded up on the Earth, but where I was, time was moving forward in a normal fashion as evidenced by my interaction in real time with my most unusual host, who was explaining to me that I needed to break free from the restrictive and confining concept of the presently accepted theory regarding our space/time continuum and that I was currently in the process of undergoing an immanent paradigm shift. The next thing I knew, I was back in my room, lying on my bed, and staring at the ceiling in a state of shock and near disbelief. I quickly scanned my room for any signs of my unearthly visitor, but he was gone without a trace, leaving me with more questions than answers. I reached over and opened the window shade beside my bed and as the afternoon sun streamed in, I suddenly realized that I had one whopper of a headache, and felt kind of nauseous as well, like I was physically experiencing something akin to a drinking hangover, except that my mind didn't feel dull at all, on the contrary, it felt like it had undergone some sort of incredible intellectual expansion, and was racing with the concepts and ideas presented to me by my apparently otherworldly visitor. I could hardly wait to get downstairs to jump on my computer and see what I could find out about some of the things that my mysterious visitor had told me and shown me.

Little did I know just how prophetic his parting remarks about me undergoing an imminent paradigm shift would prove to be going forward, nor how many twists and turns my affiliation with this being was going to take as well, before a clear picture of just who and what this being was, or just who and what I was for that matter, would become known. In particular, a relationship-altering gender switch a year down the road was going to bring me closer to Diana than I ever could have imagined, even in my wildest dreams

I spent the next several months pouring through books, and researching on the internet, trying to figure out exactly what it was that I had experienced and why it happened to me, and also who and what this being was. To say that I was obsessed with my search for answers would have been an understatement. I was spending every available waking moment absorbing relevant information like a human sponge and discarding that which I couldn't use through a process of intuition and discernment, utilizing a heightened and sharpened mental faculty, that previous to my experience, simply didn't exist, and furthermore, I knew it, and correctly attributed it to something that had been done to me during my encounter.

I discovered through the course of my research, which was particularly focused on the UFO field at that time, that people like me, i.e. those who had close encounters with seemingly alien or non-human entities, and their supposed technologies, often came away from their experiences with expanded mental faculties, and a heightened sense of consciousness as well as a burning desire for answers, and furthermore, these were seldom one time events, but occurred at varying intervals throughout ones life. These events, often traumatic in nature, usually acted to shock the person in question from their existing and often limiting belief structures, and facilitate a new, more inclusive, and less limiting view of reality, or as the being aboard the space platform (Diana) referred to it, a paradigm shift In due time, I would come to the realization that Diana exploited my longtime interest in UFO's in particular, and the paranormal in general, in a very clever and chameleon-like way, in order to establish first contact with me, and to move the bar so to speak, several different times along the way in our seemingly ever evolving relationship, in order to achieve her goal or rather goals to be more precise. For the time being, however, I was stuck in the mindset that I was dealing with a technologically advanced, and seemingly friendly space-faring intelligence of some sort, whose motivations and intentions were somewhat obscure, and I rode that assumption for all it was worth, or to be more precise, until Diana found this persona no longer useful to her agenda, and make no mistake about it, Diana was incredibly agenda- driven, and exceedingly able, far beyond anything possible in the purely human realm.

What I didn't know at the time, was that, although Diana would play on the male hooded-robed alien entity theme with me for a while longer, I would never again be removed from my home, nor experience the full physical contact scenario in a high-tech space setting ever again. At around the six-month point from the initial encounter (March 2008), I felt like I had gone as far as I could in researching what had happened to me, and basically was resigned to the fact that, despite the profound mental changes that I had undergone, that perhaps it was time to move on with my life because whoever this being was, he wasn't likely to be coming back anytime soon if he even came back at all. In retrospect, I think that this thought process of mine, or mindset if you will, was the signal to Diana that I had successfully integrated the first paradigm shift, or at least the initial phase of a major paradigm shift, and was ready for another nudge, which unbeknownst to me, was just about to happen.

A few days later, as if on cue, I was awakened from my usual daytime slumber, necessitated by my third-shift job, to find myself being seemingly held down onto my bed by a hooded-robed entity, while what felt like high voltage electrical current was coursing through my entire body. I screamed in pain, and tried to no avail to break free of the being's grip as the current was increased to the point where it felt like it was literally searing my brain. It was as if, with the slightest physical contact, that this being had me completely frozen in place and immobilized. At that point, I heard that distinctive, calming, and familiar voice that I remembered from my first encounter telling me that I was undergoing an information download via the computer onboard a Galactic Federation vessel that was in geosynchronous orbit around the Earth, and also that a molecular blueprint of my DNA was being uploaded into a said computer as well, and that I needed to remain calm and still until the process was completed, or the procedure could possibly kill me. Despite the grim-sounding news, I was somehow able to do as instructed, no doubt aided by the previously described, mysterious calming effect being exerted upon me, as I could literally feel massive quantities of data on all varieties of topics, like science and metaphysics, literally pour into my brain at incredible speed, until with one final scream, I lapsed into unconsciousness.

Just how long I remained unconscious I couldn't say for sure, but when I came to, my head was killing me, and I was lying with my head at the bottom of my bed, which was the position that I remembered being held in during the procedure, and was very validating to me in proving that this had been a real event, because I was a stationary sleeper, and I have never on my own accord, reversed my position in bed before ever. If my first encounter caused an intellectual expansion, and a heightened sense of consciousness, then this latest experience maximized these faculties to such a degree, that I no longer felt that I was even the same person any longer, or for that matter, even completely human any longer, and felt like I was operating in an altered state of consciousness, with a sense of awareness that seemed somehow to function beyond the confines of my physical body.

It was as if a previously unknown door in my mind had been opened, and I had suddenly become aware of another dimension or reality, teeming with intelligent and interactive life forms, that coexist alongside our physical reality, but remain unseen to the average person. Mystics might liken what was happening to me as the opening of my third eye, or Ajna chakra, or a Kundalini awakening, or something along those lines, and truthfully, I do believe that that is pretty much what was happening to me, except that it was being forced upon me in a deliberate and calculating manner, for a very specific reason, as opposed to me seeking it out on my own accord, and for reasons known only to Diana at that time.

In light of the drastic perceptual changes that I was undergoing during this time, it's really not too surprising that over the next six months, I was to experience numerous paranormal happenings, some of which I was able to attribute directly to the male hooded-robed entity (Diana actually), and some to other types of entities that seemed more interested in causing mischief and possible harm, than anything positive, so far as I was concerned. Some of the experiences, like the ones in which Diana seemed to be directly involved with some of these negatively oriented entities, in particular, the Galactic Federation related encounters, left me confused, traumatized, and mistrustful of her for a rather long time, because Diana simply refused to clarify her role in these traumatic events, and basically left me on my own to try and figure out exactly what she had been doing and why. This process of enlightenment, which took over two and a half years, and much personal anguish to complete, was a necessary Baptism of Fire in my developing, and ever-evolving, spiritual relationship with Diana.

I distinctly remember that I was plagued with classical poltergeist type phenomena at that time, such as tapping noises on the walls that would follow me from room to room along the entire length of the first floor of my apartment, particularly late at night, as if the man living in the adjacent apartment was playing some kind of mind games with my wife and I, and I most certainly bought into that scenario, hook, line, and sinker, resulting in several harsh exchanges with my neighbor, in which I accused him of doing just exactly that, and even resorted to calling the police on him on numerous occasions out of anger and frustration, which certainly didn't sit too well with him. Eventually, I came to the stark realization that it was virtually impossible for someone in the other apartment to be able to see through the walls, in order to follow me from room to room with such uncanny precision, as my mysterious tapper was able to do with such incredible regularity.

I was literally forced to seek an alternate explanation, along paranormal lines, and began to suspect that perhaps my hooded-robed visitor might be trying to get my attention, by a less spectacular, and slightly more mundane method than previously employed, but I kept my suspicions to myself, and didn't share them with my wife. The fact of the matter was, that I didn't share much of the high strangeness that was going on at that time with my wife, because she was getting pretty freaked out about what was happening to me, and specifically told me that she didn't want to talk about it, and preferred that I keep it to myself, and I agreed to do just that. I didn't know it at the time, but this agreement would turn out to be a godsend, when the developing relationship between myself and Diana would become a decidedly sexual one, sometime later.

Also, late at night, unmistakable dragging sounds could be heard on the ceilings, as if someone were pushing furniture around in the upstairs bedrooms, but every time that we investigated the situation, nothing ever appeared to have been moved at all. These dragging sounds my neighbor also heard, and which, although giving me independent confirmation that this phenomenon was real, also resulted in my neighbor vindictively accusing my wife and me of being late-night furniture movers, a charge which we vehemently denied. This resulted in still more late night visits from the police, who were getting pretty fed up with having to respond to all the disturbance of the peace calls, and subsequent denials of any wrongdoings by both parties involved, and resulted in them saying that if they had to come back even one more time, that someone was going to be arrested. Knowing Diana as I do now, she surely must have been very amused at all the mischief she had caused, in order to attract my attention, not because she was malicious in any way, because that simply wasn't the case at all, but because I was so quick to blame others for her doings, and so slow to acknowledge either her presence or her culpability, until I had pushed the issue with my neighbor to the breaking point.

Once I was willing to acknowledge to myself, that OK, perhaps this hooded-robed entity is trying to get my attention, it became somehow easier, for overt contact to take place, and no longer so necessary to disrupt my life, in order to get my attention.

Another similar paranormal occurrence along the same lines, that started to occur regularly, pretty much right after the wall tapping and furniture dragging came to an end, was the sound like that of a rubber ball being bounced very lightly on the ceiling, again mostly at night, but only in my living room, never in any other room in the house. This would often occur when my teenage son Corey, who occupied the bedroom directly over the living room, was out for the night with friends, so it was pretty clear to me that the noise wasn't coming from anybody in that bedroom, or to be more accurate, from anybody human in that bedroom, because once again, this noise seemed to be under some form of intelligent control, in that it followed me around the room when I moved about, and stayed stationary and directly over my head, when I would be sitting at my computer, or sitting on the couch with my wife watching a movie.

I was starting to get pretty adept at this little game by now and was virtually certain that my hooded-robed companion was once again trying to get my attention, and this time was succeeding admirably well at it too, because I was no longer in denial that something paranormal was happening to me, and didn’t feel any need to try and rationalize this event away by trying to blame it on purely human causes, and apparently, this combination of factors left me very open and receptive to psychic communications. One night, as I sat next to my wife watching television, I could hear the bouncing ball sound directly overhead, and it was becoming particularly incessant and annoying. I put the television on mute, and asked my wife if she could hear anything, to which she replied: Yes, it sounds like someone is bouncing a rubber ball on the ceiling., and suggested that the sound must be carried from the apartment next door. Although I certainly didn’t agree with her assessment, I decided that I didn’t want to stir up any trouble, by breaking my agreement not to talk to her about my paranormal experiences, so I nodded my head and wisely agreed that the noise must be coming from the adjacent apartment.

Feigning disinterest in the noise, I un-muted the TV, and for appearances sake, made an effort to look interested in the program that we had been watching, but secretly, my curiosity was piqued in a very big way. I made an excuse that I needed to go to the bathroom, which was upstairs near where the bedrooms are located in our apartment. I entered my son's vacant bedroom and stood directly at the spot where my wife was sitting on the couch in the room below, and listened for a moment, but I could hear absolutely nothing. Kneeling, I put my ear right onto the floor and listened for another moment, but I still couldn't hear anything. Satisfied that the noise had surely stopped, I quickly exited the bedroom, then entered the bathroom, and flushed the toilet for good measure, just so that my wife wouldn't get suspicious that I was up to something, and returned downstairs to my former location on the couch beside her. Not more than a moment or two after sitting back down, the bouncing noise started back up again, as if someone were somehow trying to tell me that they had been waiting for me to return, or something along those lines. I also experienced what I can only describe as a very strong sense of a presence near me as well, which I more or less assumed was my hooded-robed companion (Diana), because I recognized the familiar and loving energy essence that I was feeling from my previous contact experiences.

On a whim, I decided to try and communicate with this entity telepathically, partly because we had spoken telepathically in our previous encounters, but also because my wife was sitting right next to me, and wasn't even aware that anything out of the ordinary was even going on. Silently, I asked my invisible companion to let me know whether or not he could hear me, by stopping the bouncing noise that he was producing. He complied by instantly ceasing the noise, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest, as a result. My God, I thought to myself, he's responding to me! Next, I asked him to start the bouncing noise back up again, and again he complied by instantly resuming the noise. I was elated, and I repeated this experiment several times, just to make sure it wasn't some kind of a fluke and got positive results each time.

Excited and encouraged by my fledgling attempt at telepathic communication, I had a sudden inspiration, (no doubt planted in my mind by Diana). I telepathically told the invisible presence to cease making the bouncing noise, and that I would like to try asking a series of questions, to which it would answer with one bounce to signify a yes answer, and two bounces to signify a no answer. I proceeded with my first question: Are you the robed entity that comes to me in my bedroom?. I heard one distinct bounce. Yes, I silently exclaimed, I knew it! Are you some kind of spiritual teacher? Again, one distinct bounce, indicating a yes. This answer didn't surprise me too much either, because I had always felt a sense of love and compassion, mixed with a desire to nurture and teach whenever this being interacted with me. Truth be told, I was scared as hell a few times, but this was mostly due to my fear of the unknown, and was mostly self-imposed through ignorance and narrow-minded thinking, and not as a direct result of a desire to inflict fear on my hooded companion’s part. I asked the being one final question: Will I see you again? to which I received an answer in the affirmative.

Then I could suddenly sense that the being was no longer with me. The whole exchange had taken barely ten minutes and left me in a state of euphoria. I looked over at my wife, who was still watching her program on the TV, completely oblivious to what had just been transpiring.

In the closing months of that first year, there was a steadily increasing amount of exclusively paranormal contact between myself and my as yet unnamed spiritual companion, whom, for some reason, I still erroneously perceived to be male. In hindsight, my best guess is that this misconception was fostered by Diana, not with malicious intent, but in order to accelerate my spiritual learning curve without the distracting male/female sexual dynamic to contend with. This was a most unusual strategy indeed, coming from a being whom I would come to know as a succubus, whose sole purpose, if you buy into the dogma espoused by the Catholic Church and other organized religions, was to have sex with men in order to steal their seed and drain them of their life-force. If my personal experience is any indication, this couldn't have been further from the truth.

One of the freakiest things that occurred to me with some regularity, as my first year was coming to a close, was induced OBE's (out of body experiences), in which my spiritual companion somehow managed to free my astral body from my physical body for short periods of time. This was done in my bed, almost always during the daytime hours while I was trying to sleep, and I neither liked it, nor encouraged it in any way. To facilitate this OBE state, Diana employed the help of these hideous-looking but essentially harmless troll-like looking beings, that were no more than three feet tall, and who, like her, also hid beneath hooded robes to conceal their identities.

Basically, what they would do is work as a team of sorts, where each one would grab hold of a shoulder or a leg, in a way that felt very physical to me, and rock me back and forth with greater and greater intensity, while Diana held and lifted me from my mid-section until my astral body would disengage from my physical body. The process would always start when I was sound asleep, but the rocking action would usually wake me up just enough for me to see and feel what was going on, but not enough to overcome what I could only describe as a state of induced sleep paralysis.

I can remember many times when I would be helplessly lying there in my bed physically, while my astral body was rocked back and forth until it was set spinning like a slow-motion top in 360-degree circles while I felt nauseous and sea-sick, and I was frustrated and helpless to do anything about it. Eventually, I discovered that, with an extreme force of will, I could manage to regain at least partial control of my vocal cords and scream, and this would result in the troll-like beings scattering to the four corners of my room. There, they would stand staring and waiting, until I would inevitably start to fall back asleep once again, at which point they would slowly creep back towards me as I slowly lapsed back into unconsciousness, and resume this routine all over again.

Finally, with much practice and effort, I was able to regain enough control over my vocal cords to be able to scream things at them like: Get the hell away from me! and Leave me the fuck alone! and Fuck off you bastards! and other such niceties and to then remain lucid enough so that they didn't dare to come near me again until they finally grew tired of the game and stopped doing it altogether. The purpose of these induced OBE's was never explained to me, but they stopped completely around the one-year m

2 - Teacher's Pet

As strange as the first year was, and it was very strange indeed, it had served a very useful purpose in that I had successfully made the transition from functioning exclusively in a three-dimensional reality, to now being able to interact with a higher-dimensional entity, in a variety of settings, with seemingly increasing regularity. Of course, the fact that this transition was the result of an agenda-driven and forcefully imposed paradigm shift in consciousness, from a mysterious, spiritually-minded, robed being, in the guise of an alien with a technological bent, was not completely lost on me, at that time. I had begun to strongly suspect that this being that I was interacting with was