This story actually happened to me, without exaggeration and lies … I do not urge anyone to believe, this is only your personal opinion and your point of view … Someone may think that I came up with this, someone will think that I am telling the truth. Perhaps this is all the result of the "gone roof", and maybe in fact, someone is looking after us, it's up to you!
This story happened to me at 5 years old, then bish, 22 years ago. I was quite an ordinary child, although I often suffered from asthma and ended up in hospitals. But there was 1 fatal day, which completely changed me, my awareness and perception …
It was the beginning of winter in the yard, on December 4, to be precise, yes, I got sick again, breathing hard again, temperature, night and an ambulance, and finally - resuscitation. From this day I only remember that a catheter was inserted for me and from the terrible pain I screamed, which is not surprising, the children scream from the usual injections, and the catheter was inserted into my chest vein … This was not the first catheter in my life, I knew that it is. A few minutes later, the dropper, the condition is stable, I fell asleep, next to my mother, father, everyone in tears, a doctor who says that everything is fine.
But still in the morning something happened that no one expected … Parents were sent to the pharmacy, to buy medicines that were not in the hospital, and I … I, in turn, was dying … (Further from the words of my mother and the doctor): I lay unconscious, lungs were blocked by a macrotome, I could not breathe, artificial ventilation did not help, I was all blue, not breathing, I was lying …
(Further, what was happening in my mind): I stand in a dark corridor, nothing is visible, darkness, scary, my chest presses heavily … I looked down, my lifeless body is lying, the doctor is trying to reanimate with his hands, taps so that I would clear my throat and began to breathe, (parents did not know, they were in the pharmacy). Suddenly I or my soul, or maybe my consciousness, felt cold and it became somehow very creepy, but there was no fear. Suddenly, the darkness acquired a light light and a figure appeared, I decided that it was an angel who wanted to take me away, but he came closer and then I realized that it was not an angel. This is something much more terrible and clearly not from heaven, a tall, humanoid creature similar to a werewolf, red eyes, grin, wings were borrowed from Dracula himself. He came closer to me, bent down on one knee and sounded his voice, his voice was not creepy, yes, a demonic note prevails,but in general, not too low. He tilted his head to me and said: "You are still too early in other worlds, you have unfinished business in your world, live, I will help." Little me in a slightly shocked voice: "Are you an angel?" Werewolf with Dracula's wings: "No, I am a demon, go, I will look after you throughout my life."
I began to cough and breathe, but I was weak, I only remember that I was already in the ward, my mother was next to me in tears, she was not sleeping, she was feeding me from a syringe, I myself was not able to. I will not go into all the details, nothing more unusual, I was on the mend.
However, I did not feel or see this demon at a young age, but my perception changed, I became withdrawn, I made friends with few people, mainly with street animals, the dogs did not bark at me, they rather saw a friend, like cats, were not afraid me, but they were afraid of others …
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However, time passed, I was already 17 years old, when I saw the demon again, it was after my nerves were shaken and I lost my temper, closing my eyes I saw him. He told me: "Calm down, if you want to see me and talk, learn to go into consciousness." Further, any free minute was devoted to practice, not right away, but I learned to withdraw into my consciousness, I saw him, even talked, we did not get along very well, but after a while, we still became friends. He even gave his name, but I don't want to voice him …
Now, at my 27 years old, I can calmly communicate with him, even walking down the street, however, I prefer that people do not know this …