I'm not a superstitious person. I tend to prefer logic and common sense to make sense of my reality, but I do believe in some things that humans cannot explain. Ever since I started writing my story (without my spouses knowledge) I had noticed they were having more sleep paralysis episodes. (Yes, I understand the whole REM sleep blah blah blah). I just assumed it was stress induced, then the day of the last chapter I wrote, my spouse once again had sleep paralysis. By this time, I was under the suspicion that my writing this story was affecting their sleep paralysis. The next day, I decided not to write, debating that maybe I shouldn't. Then it happened.
I had sleep paralysis. I was on my back, my head slightly tilted. I couldn't move, but could move only my eyes. In my peripheral vision I saw sheer black on my spouses side of the bed but felt a presence in the dark. I then heard thoughts in my head (not a voice, just a mere thought of understanding) stating that I was in the way of them getting to my spouse and it was angry with me. Not just angry, but enraged. It wanted me gone.
This only made me angry, slight scared, but I defied these thoughts and tried to yell my spouses name to wake them up. I was able to say half their name when I sat up abruptly. I looked around and everything was gone. My spouse slept comfortably and I thought-just a bad dream.
Then I dreamt again right after, same night.
(From what I can remember) I was in a different home and my spouse ran up to me. They said, "Whatever you do, don't let that demon take me. Wake me up! Whatever you do, WAKE ME UP!" The grabbed my arms and pleaded with me. I could see fear in their eyes.
Once again, I woke up. I sat up, looked around and nothing. I checked my watch, it's about 1:28am now. I felt my heart pounding a bit, it scared me a little, but my spouse is sound asleep, I sense nothing, I see nothing-okay let's go back to sleep.
I.....dream....again. Same night.
I'm in the same house of my previous dream. My spouse said they were afraid to sleep in the bedroom alone and to wake them up from the couch when I'm done cleaning up the kitchen. I have majority of the lights off so they can sleep, but in the kitchen there are two openings. I can see my spouse asleep on the couch and on the other side, I can see the dining table.
I continue to clean when I walk into the dining room and put something away when I'm walking and see in my peripheral vision my spouse. I immediately stop because on their chest is a short sickle (I had to look up what this tool was called) and the other a two in one hoe and rake. I'm nervous, I never saw them get up, but how did those tools get there. I walk up to them, shaking their arm.
"Honey wake up." I say repeatedly.
They wake up groggily and say nothing.
"Honey, how did these get here?" I ask a couple of times. They don't reply.
I walk into the kitchen, "Just put them on the dining table for now." I say, watching them grab the tools, get up, and walk to the dining table. I'm in the kitchen watching carefully as they place the tools on the table. They stand there silently in the dark, I can see them a little. They are just staring at the tools.
"Honey?" I say, "Honey? Are you okay?"
Silence.
I'm nervous, I walk closer to a woodblock that holds knives. Suddenly, my spouse grabs the hoe and rake and fast pace walks towards me. I'm fucking terrified by this point, I grab ANY knife and I touch it to see which one I grabbed. I touch and feel a serrated bread knife, meaning it does not have a sharp point. He's coming on full speed and swings at me. I look at my spouses eyes, pleading for them to wake up, but all I see is anger and it looks like they want to kill me. I decide to poke them with my knife since it doesn't have a sharp edge in the hopes it'll wake them. Nope. They look even more pissed off. They swing at me again, but I place my serrated side up where it catches their tool. I pull back my knife and run screaming, "Wake up! Wake up!" And BAM! I sit up so fast, my hearts racing, my hands are trembling, and I'm scared. I look around, but this time I feel the urge to wake them. I don't know why, but every fiber of my being is telling me.....if I don't wake them up now, something bad will happen. I tell myself it's all in my head and it was just a bad dream. Still. I cannot shake this heavy feeling, so I grabbed my spouses arm and yanked it from under them. They woke up and were pissed, but I didn't care.
They haven't had sleep paralysis since I stopped writing and since I did that.
I don't care what you believe in. I don't care if you believe me. What I do know is that I listen to my gut instincts, whether I can explain it or not. I felt a strong urge to stop writing and that somehow my writing was affecting my spouse. For that reason, I'm stopping. Sorry, but no.
For those who've read this far here is the end and purpose of the story:
God saw that there were problems with the rebellion. Some halfbreeds, demons, and tainted angels wanted to be pure and holy again, but the way God had created them, was unable to purify a soul. With distrust because these angels were now capable of choosing (like a human) my halbreed chose love. It was her purpose, she loses many friends in her journey, but comes to realize Gods plan. She completes the mission, evil and the fallen are unable to have her choose their side. What happens now is humans are these lost angels, given a chance to redeem themselves and prove they choose God. Uriel chose God over Arakna and becomes a seraphim, but waits for Arakna who now is a human. Humans like I said are these lost angels souls this whole time. This is why sometimes we see people and feel like we've met or seen them before, but you don't know why. The whole "soulmate" is actually the derivative of partner for angels. This is the test of mankind, but there will be one last war and God will call upon the angels that have proven their worth, devotion, and loyalty. With Jesus' sacrifices, these angels were given the chance to go into Heaven once more.
Although not all of us are angel souls, some of us are just regular souls. When "the end" comes, God will take the regular souls up to His Kingdom and those who are His angels will have to make the decision of whose side you will fight for. There is no longer a "limbo". You must choose.
What will you choose?