I've always been enchanted by the occult. When I made a spiritual bond with my first tarot deck after shopping with my friend (a coven leader), my curiosity bade me to get my feet wet and speak to an old acquaintance about speaking to those beyond the grave. Being a Communications major and intensely curious as to the workings of the mind and feelings after death, I thought it would be a good place to start. Not consulting my first friend (the coven leader) before the experience may have been a mistake, but I don't want to trouble him with such things if I don't intend to join his coven.
About a week ago, I had decided to get in contact with a medium I had spoken to online about conjuring ghosts. I originally had intentions of speaking to a particularly needy spirit who was desperate for contact- when she gave me the instructions about going about it and told me to keep several words and characteristics in mind during the ritual, I did so.
It took a few days of preparation. Luckily, with the latest storm, there was rainwater to be had, which was necessary for the preparation of homemade purified water. I'd been told that blessing rainwater with salt would increase its potency. In addition, I left two iron nails out in the night to charge in the moonlight, as I'd been instructed. I hadn't realized that I should have used more iron scraps, at the time.
Perhaps that was part of the problem.
Several nights ago, I laid out a dark blanket in my room, closing the doors and ensuring that I would have no disturbances. My younger sister, who has no idea that I've attempted to dabble in spirit communication, was happily ignoring me while playing on the computer in another room.
I poured salt out in a circle around me, as I'd been told, and placed the iron nails I'd sprinkled with the purified water and meditated, attempting to get in contact with the spirit.
Within minutes, as I relaxed and got into a deep trance, I felt something compressing my chest from the front. I swayed slightly, not fighting the sensation, but it was very insistent- I ended up leaning back, and what felt like a caress on my neck rose up to cup my chin, pushing my head back insistently, but not painfully. There was no chill, just a tingling sensation followed by pressure. When pressure was applied to my body, however, the tingling sensation wasn't present in the areas it was pushing.
I wondered at that point of my definition of 'attention-hungry' matched the spirit's definition. I wanted a spirit that would be thirsting to speak, as it would be an easier target to speak to than a reluctant one. But it wasn't speaking; it was pushing me down like I imagined a forceful lover would do.
What was strange is that I didn't feel at all apprehensive about it, but welcomed it. Normally, I can't stand people touching me around my neck or chest, let alone both- and being a virgin; no one's ever done that in person. I'm normally frightened by an attempted kiss, let alone having my neck exposed and my back arching from my torso being laid back!
Just when I almost teetered back out of the circle, the phone rang in the other room.
The presence vanished.
I tried to call it again later, but with the moon waning and so many clouds about, I'm wondering if I have to wait until next month to charge the iron scraps again.
What did I call? Was it really a spirit? Some kind of needy incubus?
Whatever it was... I'd like to see it again. Perhaps speak to it some more