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I don't know enough of demons to learn anything by observation. I would have to interact with them more, and I am still quite new to them.

Observation and logic led me to believe in reincarnation though.

daggerjstone, I'll call you dagger, if that's alright. Your observation sounds interesting, I'll have to see if I can find anything out about that. I'm probably too curious for my own good...

At least me and Iron_Felix seem to always read the fine print, dunno about any other posters.

I'd like to get back to the original topic... This is something that has profoundly affected my life. When I was a little girl, about three because it was before my brother was born, I was diagnosed with Extreamly Low Frequency brain wave pattern. This is basically where my brain is vibrating faster then the human norm (i forget what that is, I used to know, but I've forgotean), sending messages, creating synapses, ect. much faster then it should be, causing my brain waves to have extreamly low peaks and valleys. This is a condition that runs in my family and causes horrible migranes that will put you out for days. Seriously; the pain is so severe that you have to lie in a sensory deprived enviroment because the slightest sound or light hurts so bad... It sucks. I've been on pain medication (and other medication) for this condition my entire life. It also causes faster development (I hit puberty at cool and a bunch of other messed up stuff. You can't get a proper catscan, ect. One of the strangest is that if you're anywhere near an electronic device you get a buzzing or a high-pitched noise that will drive you insane because they're on a similar frequency. You can hear the radio waves, but you can't pick them up, so it's like you hear people talking or singing, but you can't pick up what they're saying.

Anyway, now on to the weird stuff. My entire life I have seen things like the "spirits" you're describing. When I was a little girl my brother and I had to go live with my grandparents for a little bit, and we would wander through the forest where they lived. We would see what people described as faries, brownies, and even, believe it or not, a sayter. This sounds insane, I know, because in kindergarten I told some other kids about it, and since then have had the lable "borderline skitsophrentic" on my medical chart. And I would agree with them, except... my brother saw it to. He remembers it.

For instance, I know that a lot of kids have an imaginary friend. I do as well, his name is Rover, and he's a little black and white stuffed dog that I still have. When I went to preschool, the teachers were shocked that I was reading at nearly a high school level. When they asked me where I learned to read, I told them what I believed to be the truth, that Rover taught me. They obviously thought it was one of those weird little kid things, and as an adult I did for a really long time, until one day I went to visit my parents and brothers. Rover was lying in the backseat of my car (I still bring him around with me, he has sentimental value). My brother picked him up, stared at him for a few minutes while we were driving, then said, "You know, I have more respect for this stuffed dog then I do for most people."

Also, the things I see... I'm fairly certain that one of the house brownies from my grandparents followed me to my current house. Generally, when I see these things, everyone denies their exestence. However, I found myself watching it one day, dancing around, like she does, and as she flew a sharp corner and my girlfriend jerked her head. She said that she thought she saw a light. It's happened with three other people I know since I moved from my hometown.

The thing is, these things never seem all that malicious to me, even though they do to others... I'm not sure what that's about. Like I said, I've done this my whole life, but I truely believed it was hereditary skitzo brought about by the disease until recently when other people acted as though they saw it as well. I still taske my meds though, as I'm not convinced that I'm not crazy and those headaches are a b***h.

I'll post some more later... I kind of want to judge how many people think I'm insane before I make a complete fool of myself...

I said Brownie to give you an idea of what it looked like... I'm not sure I believe in any supernatural phenomina exactly as it's defined...

The anti-christ? So the Christians were onto something there... I didn't know that a demon could so much "become" the anti-christ as it was a birthright of the child of original sin, the son that Yaweh tore apart before the eyes of Lucipher as punishemnt for him sleeping with/therefore tainting Lilith one of the first humans created from the soil of the Earth. But then again, a lot of my friends say that my understanding of Christianity is tainted because most of the Christians I knew were Catholic, which I have come to understand is a pit pagany for most Christians. My grandparents are still to deep in their old-school Native nature thingy to do religion, and my mom was a UFOologist, so my outlook is a little less then learned.

I just kind of have a hard time believing in demons or angels. They seem to similar to the creatures of more ancient religions who were neither good nor evil as a group but defined personalities on an individual basis, like humans and other critters do. Then again, I've never had any malicious meetings with creatures like that, and obviously you have. That's bound to make a believer out of you if nothing else will.

You know, from your sypmtoms above, you may want to have a CAT scan taken (unless you live in the US and are fighting the 'uninsurable' problem like everyone else here... they can get expensive) to see if you have Extremly Low Frequency waves, because you can get medications to help with that goddamn annoying sound. They're like $60 a bottle, but if you only take them when you feel an attack coming on, rather then three a day as suggested, they'll usually last you a pretty good ways. Are you also extra sensitive to electronic devices (IE< you can feel that something has been turned on even though it has no perceivable cue such as light), light, sounds, or suffer from insomnia?

I am slowly begining to believe that I may not be insane... And I really appreciate everyone who is helping me to do it... Unless I do turn out to be crazy and you guys are just slowing the road to recovery... In which case I still thank you for the brief bout of undeserved confidence.

BTW; you sound really neat. I guess I've had encounters with creatures that others would (and in fact have, now that I think about it, but the guy was a dumbass and therefore doesn't count) call a demon. But it wasn't malicious or anything... He knew my grandfather... and he's gone now.

I guess I might as well tell it since I'm typing now... but I've got to load the dishwasher after this...

When I was a little girl, my grandparents lived in this house that my grandpa built himself in this little valley between these two hills in the last mixed forest on Earth. (I know that you aren't supposed to give out where you live on-line, but it's the Appalachian forest... I mean, it's a huge forest, you'd never find me in it). Everyone in my hometown tells kind of a legend about the "Old Man of the Mountain" who lived up at "The Big Rock". (Appalachian people= hicks, hence the names). Anyway, we lived in the middle of those woods and were allowed to just run them, my brother and I. We both knew where the big rock was an actually frequented it. The "Old Man of the Mountain" did live there, there was a little door you could go through on the side of the gigantic boulder, and a little eating area on top made out of wood, but not carved from wood, rather, it looked like it had in the shape of a high backed chair. The "Old Man of the Mountain" could easily have been described as a demon- he had hooved feet, horns sprouting from his head, pointed ears, and a tail. But he never did anything evil to us except feed us sugary snacks. After I discussed this with my friends, they decided that he was probably a Sayter, ala Mr. Tumnus.

Well, my grandparents ran out of money and had to sell some of their land to the coal company since I've moved away. I recently went back to that spot, and it looked like it had been struck by lightning. The entire rock, as well as a perfectly circular, I dunno, 20 foot (I'm bad with spacilization... somewhere between 10 and 20 feet) outcropping was burnt, charred, black. Around the perimeter of this circle grew about three feet (I could have stepped over it, so, my leg-span... I estimate 3 ft but I'm pretty short... Somewhere between 2 and 3 feet) of only poisionous herbs (Oak and Ivy, the kind that poisions via touch). Basketcase, my dog, refused to let my son cross it. Every time Cammy made a move to step over, Basketcase ran in front of him. The dog actually urged us to leave and Cammy went with him so I had to go to. Seriously, the only thing I can think to compare it to is lightning striking. A flash-burnt thing, because the Ivy was growing right up to the line. There was a visable line! It was so strange. And there were trees the fell across it that were burnt and broken to the line, but still growing outside of it.

See, this is the s**t that really makes me feel crazy.

I often wondered if children are guarded by spirits. The lady who sang to you may have been there to guard and guide you, and when you no longer needed her, as an adult, she moved on to help another child. It seems that most religions have something like that, kind of a guardian angel.

When I was little, I had an imaginary friend who kind of did the same thing. He manefested himself in a stuffed dog, so I called him "Rover" (I was 2, ok). He would sing, talk, and even read to me. I assumed as an adult that it was just some silly childish misremembering, but I still kept the stuffed dog. Then one day, my little brother, who is three years younger then I am, picked him up and said, "I have more respect for this stuffed dog then I do for most people". He remembered him to. I don't think that the stuffed dog was real or anything, but I do think that a spirit may have used him to comfort me so I wouldn't be scared of his true form. Seems like I've heard other things like this before...

I'm kind of weird when it comes to seeing and hearing spirits. I can feel them but it is very rare that I see them and even rarer for me to hear them. I have only heard them once that I can remember but I have seen them several times.

i'm willing to bet it was either a spirit guide or ghost