About 2.5 years ago I got a tattoo of the baphomet on my arm. I'd always liked the symbolism and subscribed to the meaning of dualism and always took it as the most pure embodiment of the human condition.
A few months later I was diagnosed with kidney cancer and felt into a deep bout of alcoholism. Everything in my life crumbled around me for the most part. A few months after that I developed pretty awful sleep paralysis, very frequent. The more extreme visions were this terrible giant black cat that clawed my face (no real scratches) as well as "awaking" to 4 of 5 blacked hooded figures along my side of the bed, each about 4 feet tall. Somewhere around then I had a 3 day spell of horrible visions, images I've never seen in any book, but completely fleshed out gorey and demonic images. On the 3rd day I was harrassed, taunted, and terrified by these pure evil voices for close to 24 hours that no one but myself could hear. During this to I guess prove themselves they lifted my denim jacket straight up off my couch about 3 feet in the air. Just as if it was quickly tossed up and fell back down. I ended up being hospitalized because of my manic state for the torment and "hallucinations". Everything was quiet for a few months minus the obvious dread of something happening again.
Then it happened again, this time so very much more intense, this time the auditory terrorizing was coupled with horrific visions that stayed with me the entire time, multiple entities taunting me from within the rooms I was in and blocking exits. Obviously a lot more happened during these that would take ages to go through bit by bit. I ended up being hospitalized again because I completely lost it. I did not harm anyone and fortunately did not try to harm myself even though they told me it was the only way to make it stop.
It's about 6 months now of silence although I often feel weight upon my legs at night in bed. Some nights are harder than others because I feel that they can return at any time and I'm much more paranoid about bumps in the night. I'm not sure why I felt the need to share this now, I've never been able to discuss it with anyone because even I know how absolutely insane it sounds but for what it's worth, it happened. I know what I experienced was as real as looking at my hand in front of my face but sadly I'm forced to keep it inside.
Thank you for reading.