|Kevin M Klerks||
April 25, 2017
I thought I would write today about a few of my experiences with the paranormal. I will tell you briefly that in the past thirty years I have had many experiences treading near the line between darkness and light. I think the best references to describe my abilities are to refer you to the book “This Present Darkness” by Frank E. Peretti, the Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield, and the metaphysical experiences documented concerning Saint Francis of Assisi. I’m sure there are other examples I can think of but for now these will help you.
CASE: 2017, The child with the allergic touch.
First, the most recent, took place earlier this year in Nordegg. I was working alone in the store and went back to clean the washrooms. I took a cleaning rag and some Lemonee to clean the rooms. The lemonee was product I had used before so I know it wasn’t the cause and I was careful not to get it on my hands. I cleaned the bathroom as usual. I didn’t feel the presence of any spirit or entity in the rooms but I did have a feeling when I got back up to the front counter that I was being watched.
It was maybe a few minutes later I noticed a red mark on my arm but it didn’t really register as anything and it was kind of blurry. It was a bit itchy but nothing else. About half an hour or so later a co-worker had shown up and by then the mark on my arm had become more distinctive. I continued to ignore it until, I think it was maybe the next day, that the rash had formed into three distinctive marks.
I showed it to a co-worker who immediately came to the same conclusion that I did. The marks resembled three small fingers almost as though a child had grabbed my arm, but a child with an allergic touch. The rash marks remained there for a week and I was concerned at one point that they would scar the tissue. It wasn’t until I left the store, literally, that the rash disappeared almost entirely within a day leaving just a light pink pale mark behind for a few more days.
I know many of you are probably still thinking it was just a reaction to the cleaner, that I had somehow gotten it on my arm, but I’ve included photos in this blog to show you the rash as it appeared after about a week. I asked four people to look at it and three of them immediately identified the marks as looking like fingers before I said anything. Two of them even took their hand and placed their fingers over the marks to see if they matched up. I think initially my skin reacted with a red almost bulbous mark, two or three, then as the redness went down it showed the almost scarring underneath the red flush.
Like I said I didn’t see or feel anything when I was in the bathrooms cleaning, it was almost a delayed reaction to having something grab me on my arm enough to leave an impression. It is my belief that one of the entities that haunt the town and store property was trying to tell me something. I don’t know if it was just trying to say, ‘get out’ or just ‘hello’ and didn’t know it would mark me physically… or maybe it did and it knew I’d take it more seriously.
I have never had this type of physical manifestation happen before or since my move from Nordegg.
CASE: 1994, Leaning into a demon
I’ve told this story a few times before to close friends and I’ve decided it should go into this blog entry because it was really one of my closest contacts ever with evil.
In 1994, I was dating a woman and on our dates, we would frequent a well known park in Bramalea, Ontario. We would sit in the parking lot for hours and just talk, yeah, I know I was a cheap date, but it was still romantic. Anyways, a couple times we would trek up the nearby hill in the dusk to sit and look at the golden lights of the city all around us.
Now, those of you who know me know that I have an ability (which I believe everyone does) to see positive and negative entities or energies. You can call them angels and demons or whatever you like but I tend to just stick with energies.
We got up to the top of the hill and started getting, shall we say amorous. To be exact she leaned into me and we kissed. We were right next to a shed on the top of the hill, a service building for the ski hill, and I decided to lean back against it for leverage.
She was leaning into me, and when my back touched the wall of the shed I felt this intense wave of energy. For a moment, I saw the most dark, evil looking entity I’d ever seen inside that shed. The pulse was so strong that it went through me and through her. She felt it and even said she had felt a strong wave of a bad feeling pass through her. We both quickly headed back down the hill to our car. Along the way, I could see or sense small entities or demons or whatever along our path. It was as though they knew I could see and sense them and when I looked in the direction of them they would recoil from me. I don’t know if it was my ability to see them or the fact I had seen the one up on the hill but it was clear that this was not a good place to be. I have some experiences, shall we say, walking on the line between the dark and light and I think the dark side of things doesn’t like I can see them and resist them. We got in our car and quickly left the park.
I could describe it, but I believe that negative energy or whatever manifests itself in forms that our brains hold references to. So, for example, if you don’t know what a demon looks like you might see just a shadow, or you might see a red monster with horns, or whatever. You will see whatever your brain understands you to see. In my thirty some years of being able to sense or see these things this was probably the most intense incident I have experienced so far.
CASE: A stranger beside me
I believe it was around 1991 and I was visiting a Christian friend of mine in Owen Sound. I note that she was Christian because we’d had, together as a group of about five of us, varying degrees of personal experiences dealing with demons, angels and the dark and light forces in the world.
She was, what we call, a “born again Christian” one of these people who has re-discovered “the word” and has decided it is their mission in life to sign everyone else up. Whatever, anyways, at the time I was identifying myself as Agnostic and while I did believe in angels and demons I didn’t believe in much else.
Anyways, I was at her place one day, and for a Christian she seemed to get a lot of visits from dark entities, many of whom I could see, that would cause various problems for her – think of them as tricksters or party poltergeists and it feels more believable somehow. I had just gotten into some sort of argument with her, she was probably trying to shove her beliefs down my throat again, and I’d gotten up and walked into the other room to take a breather.
I was sitting on the sofa in the livingroom. I was on the left end of the 6-8-foot sofa and the nearest window was on the right end of the sofa a couple feet away. I was feeling in sort of a dark place emotionally and I was just staring forward into the room. Then, out of the corner of my right eye, between me and the window I could see a sort of dark (but light) shadow just as it sat down on the sofa. I could see it reach toward my right shoulder with it’s left hand. Just as it was about to touch me I turned my head, stared straight at the spot where I felt it was and gave a most glaring stare that clearly said “No”. I felt the energy recoil from me and wisp out the window.
I don’t think it was trying to hurt me, in fact I felt it was trying to comfort me but I just wasn’t in the frame of mind to be receptive to it.
CASE: At the foot of my bed
One of my earliest brushes with the paranormal was when I was just a kid. I think perhaps I was maybe I the 8 to 11 age range but honestly, I can’t remember anymore, so that would put it about 1980. I was in my bedroom, it was late, but I believe I had either fallen asleep or was nearly asleep.
I felt something at the foot of my bed. I sat up straight and stared at a white-ish gray light at the foot of my bed. I still remember sitting there, frozen, I didn’t dare speak I just didn’t know what to do. It remained there for about five to ten seconds and then dashed to the left toward the closed door. I saw a flicker of light in the crack under the door and it was gone.
Was it just a dream or my imagination? I don’t know since I was quite young and had no frame of reference to guide me.
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