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10 Historical Facts About Enochian - the Language of Angels and the Occult

The world has over 6,000 languages, but how often have you heard Enochian? The Enochian language is a researched but still mysterious form of communication allegedly handed down from the angels themselves. Named for the biblical figure Enoch, the Enochian language has become a means of magic for the world of the Occult, although its validity has come into question over the years.

Recently the Enochian language became a hot topic on The Confessionals, as a guest shared their experience discovering the language while on a secret military mission aboard a peculiar, checkerboard-patterned aircraft. (Take a listen to Episode 122: Secret Military Enochian Language to hear his unsettling account.) So how did the Enochian language develop, and does it still have relevance? Here are 10 historical facts that shed light on this alternately angelic and satanic language:

1) Enochian is an occult or angelic language that was recorded in the private journals of John Dee and his colleague Edward Kelley in late 16th-century England. Dee was a man of science-turned-magic seeker, and Kelley was a spirit medium who worked with Dee in his magical investigations. The men claimed that the mystical language was revealed to them by the Enochian angels. It is also referred to as Celestial Speech, Angelical, The First Language of God-Christ, and Adamical, because they believed it was the language first used by Adam and Eve - perhaps even the language God used to speak everything into being.

John Dee performing an experiment before Queen Elizabeth I. Oil painting by Henry Gillard Glindoni. 1913 (Wikimedia Commons)

2) Dr. John Dee, born in 1527, was an occultist, mathematician, astronomer, astrologer, and advisor to Queen Elizabeth I who originally had little interest in the supernatural. Later on in his career, he became disillusioned with science and began experimenting with the occult. He believed he could recover lost spiritual wisdom in books of antiquity, among them the Book of Enoch.

3) The term Enochian comes from the Biblical figure Enoch. According to the Bible, Enoch lived 365 years before being taken up to Heaven - without dying. Genesis 5:24 says that he “walked with God” and Hebrews 11:5 states he “was taken from this life, so that he did not experience death.” He is one of two biblical figures, the other being the prophet Elijah, who left the Earth in this undead manner. John Dee believed Enoch was the last human to have known and used the language of angels.

4) In 1581, John Dee wrote in his personal journal that God had sent “Good Angels” to communicate directly with mankind. By the following year he was collaborating with seer and scryer Edward Kelley to communicate with these angels. They recorded hundreds of spirit conversations in their journals, including what they claimed was an angelic language called Enochian. composed of non-English letters, but bears very similar syntax and grammar to that of the English language.

The Enochian alphabet. Image from Temple Illuminatus.

5) According to Dee and Kelley, The Enochian Alphabet was revealed to them during their “scrying sessions”, when various texts and tables were received from angels.  Scrying is a technique used by seers, psychics, and sorcerers to foretell the future and involves gazing into a reflective surface to supernaturally receive messages from other entities.

6) There are two different versions of the Enochian Alphabet, with one script differing slightly from the other. The first version is found in Dee’s own journals, and the second, which is generally the more accepted version, is in the book Liber Loagaeth, which features Kelley’s original drawings of the Alphabet. Though Enochian is composed of non-English letters, it bears very similar syntax and grammar to that of the English language. The Enochian letters do have English letter equivalents, but some letters are pronounced the same as in English while others are not. Computer analysis has also shown Enochian to have a grammatical relationship to English. Unlike English, however, the Enochian script is written from right to left.

Necromancy: The art of conjuring the dead and communicating with them, image of John Dee and Edward Kelley. From Astrology (1806) by Ebenezer Sibly. ( Wikipedia.org)

7) Due to the loss of parts of John Dee’s original manuscripts over the decades, the meaning, validity, and authenticity behind the Enochian language has been called into question. There at some magicians that believe it to really be the oldest language in the world, predating all other human languages. Some circles consider it among the most powerful strains of magic and methods of contacting intelligences from other dimensions. Disbelievers in either magic or Enochian itself contest that the foundation of Enochian is so close to that of Dee and Kelley’s native English language that is it surely their own, and not a divine, invention. A number of linguists who studied it have noted discrepancies in Enochian that reveal it is not a consistent language.

8) More modern day occultists have also found it difficult to reconstruct the Enochian system, although progress has been made by studying the original manuscripts found in the Sir Hans Sloane collection. From these studies, there have emerged individuals and groups who have created a functional system of magic, including occultists like the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, Aleister Crowley, and founder of the church of Satan, Anton LaVey, who have used and popularized the Enochian language to certain extents.

9) In pop culture, the 1994 movie Stargate incorporated Enochian letters as the glyphs used to operate the arc angle. The Stargate film also focuses heavily on interstellar teleportation and ancient Egyptian culture. Interestingly, the movie debuted one year before the United States remote viewing program, known as “Stargate”, became public. 

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10) Another aspect of modern Enochian magic is Enochian chess. Enochian chess is both a game and a divination tool, derived from the original tablets of John Dee. It is a complex system that requires a strong foundation in the study of the Qabalah, Geomancy, Tarot, Alchemy, and Astrology. Chess, a game of ancient origins, has a debatably occult-related subtext as an elaborate and interconnected system of coded messages for those who are trained in its interpretation. To learn more about how the game of Chess relates to the occult, click here to read “Ask a Wizard: What is the Occult Secret of Chess?”

With this knowledge, it is even more interesting for us to note how in Episode 122, the guest describes the outside of the aircraft, in which he discovered the Enochian language in use, to be designed with a black checkerboard pattern. Was the outside of the aircraft itself a form of communication or identification for someone (or something) familiar with the Enochian system? For now the answer remains as mysterious as Enochian itself.

The information above was supplied by Bryan Hill’s article Enoch: The Mysterious Lost Language of Angels and Wikipedia.

News: Is this Oil Bible a Supernatural Miracle or a Hoax of Biblical Proportions?

It’s now a two-year-old-mystery: how have 200 gallons of oil poured out of an ordinary Bible in Georgia? People have been speculating, examining, and writing about this seemingly miraculous Bible since it first began its mysterious oil flow in January 2017, and so far the questions - and the oil - still keep coming.

Check out the strange (and possibly supernatural) story with video below, published several months ago by Unexplained Mysteries:

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“For the last 18 months, gallons of oil have been flowing out of a Bible in Georgia, and some are calling this “an end times miracle”.  You may be tempted to think that this is some sort of a stunt to make money, but that isn’t happening.  In fact, the owner of the Bible actually gives away vials of the oil for free, and people are allowed to freely dip their hands into it.  The oil has been submitted to a chemist for testing, and he confirmed that it is oil, but it doesn’t appear to be any sort of oil that is produced by man.  So could it be possible that this is a real miracle, or is this just some sort of cruel hoax?

For quite some time, believers have been gathering in the prayer room of a gift shop in Dalton, Georgia for prayer and worship.  In January 2017, oil started pouring from a Bible owned by one of those believers, and the oil hasn’t stopped dripping since

In the back of a little gift shop in Dalton, Georgia there is a prayer room. For the past two years people have gathered there to pray for their city, region, and each other and intermittently oil has dripped from the walls. January 27th of this year one of those prayer warriors, Jerry, noticed his Bible was dripping with oil. Starting with Psalm 39 it spread over the next few days through the rest of the Old Testament, the New Testament, and the concordance. Then the oil started back in Genesis and spread till it covered the whole Bible.

When he realized the oil wasn’t going to stop, Jerry put the Bible in a ziploc bag at first, but as the oil continued, he had to size up to larger and larger containers. The bucket he now keeps it in continues to refill. God told him early on that as long as he gives the oil away freely and does not sell it, the oil will continue to flow.

So is there anything particularly special about this oil?

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Well, it is claimed that people have been healed from a number of different diseases after being anointed with this oil, and that includes cancer.

In addition, the oil has no taste and no color, and when it was sent in for testing, the chemist said that it was “most similar to mineral oil”.

Over time you would think that the oil would damage the Bible, but as you can see in the video above, not even the highlighting that had been previously done has been affected by the oil.

Of course not everyone is convinced. On one Christian website, this miracle was dismissed as a “bizarre and comical claim”.

But no evidence was presented that disproved this miracle.

In fact, no source that I have been able to find has been able to disprove this miracle so far.

So what do you think?

Do you believe that this is a miracle, or do you believe that this is a hoax?”

What do you think about this outpouring of oil? Is it a supernatural miracle or a hoax of biblical proportions? Tell us in the comments!

Written Confession: Shapeshifter or Fae Figure in Kansas City?

The following written confession was posted on Reddit:

“I had the strangest experience a few weeks back at my local seven eleven early in the morning . I and my fiancé are both in our car headed to 7-11 to get the usual prerequisites that the morning requires .. caffeine, donut, etc ..

We pull into the parking lot and park in the front of the store and we are about to get out when we look to the car next to us . The driver is normal enough , your average looking twenty something Caucasian female but sitting next to her was something quite odd . It was a male , caucasian , glasses on looking for the most part like everyone else . Except for one major difference. He had short goat like horns coming out of his head . They were grey and fat at the base and got thinner as they got farther from the base . It looked like a baby goats maybe , just nubs but still obviously hornlike protrusions.

We quickly turn our heads to verify with each other if we saw the same thing , a moment later and instead of a horned man sitting there I see a large collie dog mix .. The woman driving mind you seems oblivious to all this and is doing her makeup in her visor mirror ..

Baffled we simply pull back out go home and take the day off of work . We spent the day napping and in between naps tried to figure out what we had seen .

Either way it was nuts , the middle of Kansas City , busy parking lot and we see this very odd thing that everyone around us is obviously unable to pick up on.”

5 Historical Figures Who Saw Their Doppelgänger... And Then Died

Have you ever come face to face with your doppelgänger? Would you want to?

These days the term “doppelgänger” is used to describe two different people who look unusually alike. The internet practically abounds with photos of identical-looking celebrities, people who’ve discovered their so-called doppelgänger in old artworks, and complete strangers who look like they could be long-lost twins. It’s actually eerie how closely most of these people resemble each other. But the original meaning of “doppelgänger” is even eerier.

When translated from German, the word “doppelgänger” literally means “doubler walker” or “double goer,” describing not a lookalike but the ghostly counterpart of a living person… and meeting one’s doppelgänger was never a good thing. Doppelgänger apparitions were sinister occurrences, bringing with them bad omens and evil intentions. In traditional folklore, they are known to impersonate the person they resemble, plant negative and confusing ideas into others’ minds, and signal some kind of impending doom for their earthly counterpart. These demonic doubles are seen as harbingers of illness, tragedy, and death.

While many explanations of the doppelgänger phenomenon have been offered - including supernatural manifestations, electrical glitches of the brain, and mental illness - what is known for sure is that the “double walkers” bring bad news for those who see them, as recorded by a number of spooky historical accounts.

In ascending order of creepiness and tragedy, here are five such accounts of figures in history who had the misfortune to encounter their doppelgänger… and then died:

#5: Catherine the Great

Catherine the Great was the formidable and longest-ruling female leader of Russia, reigning from 1762 until 1796. Though Catherine took the throne by way of a coup that overthrew her own husband and usurped power from her son, who was rightfully the throne’s next heir, her extended rule became known as the Golden Age of Russia. 

Shortly before her reign came to an end, something unexpected took to Catherine’s throne, literally - the creepy double of Catherine herself. 

According to the account, Catherine was in her bedroom when some troubled servants came to tell her they had just seen the Empress entering the throne room, even though she had been lying in her bed at the exact same moment. The Empress went directly to the room to investigate the servants’ claims. Once there, Catherine encountered a second version of herself, seated calmly on the throne. Ever formidable, the real Catherine ordered her guards to fire on the spectral queen. Presumably, the bullets had no effect and her doppelgänger disappeared with no further recurrences, but not long after this event, Catherine the Great collapsed and suffered a stroke. Within hours she became comatose, and by the evening following the stroke, her reign permanently ended. 

#4: Queen Elizabeth I

Elizabeth the First ruled England from late 1558 to early 1603. The daughter of Henry VIII and the beheaded Anne Boleyn, she was the last of the Tudor monarchs to assume the throne. Queen Elizabeth is often referred to as “The Virgin Queen,” as she defied convention by refusing to marry or bear an heir. Her long reign, known as the Elizabethan era, was not without controversy, but did see a flourishing of English drama (through no less than the works of William Shakespeare) and successful seafaring exploits (such as Sir Francis Drake’s circumnavigation of the world), among many other successes.

Though Elizabeth I achieved a long reign, death still sought her out, and allegedly gave her a preview of its coming by way of a dead doppelgänger. According to history, Elizabeth was said to have encountered her own person lying in state like a corpse in her chambers. The doppelgänger was described as “pallid, shivered, and wan,” and though Elizabeth was level-headed and not prone to fantasies, she seemed to know this strange sight meant something ill-fated was in store. Only a few days later, Queen Elizabeth I, aged 69 and monarch of 44 years, was dead in actuality. 

#3: Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley was one of the major English Romantic poets, composing such pieces as “To a Skylark” and “Ode to the West Wind.” Unfortunately Shelley never truly saw fame during his lifetime, and was most typically known for being husband to Mary Shelley, the author of the famously known horror novel, Frankenstein.

Percy Shelley had a short life marked by tragedy and turmoil. As a child he was tormented by his schoolmates. As a young adult, Shelley eloped with his first wife whom he later abandoned, and who was also later found dead in a lake, drowned and pregnant. He had several other failed love affairs before marrying Mary Shelley (and is suspected of some afterward as well). Both he and Mary lost three of their four children together, and Mary’s sister Fanny committed suicide. 

With a life marked by such sad events, it’s no wonder that, shortly before he died, Percy confessed to Mary that he had many times seen his doppelgänger, a harbinger of bad luck for him and those in his circle. On one such occasion, Percy was strolling on the terrace of his house when he came eerily face to face with his double, who spoke to him, asking, “How long do you mean to be content?” In a strangely similar sighting, Percy’s friend Jane Williams also seems to have encountered Percy’s spectral twin on the terrace, where she claims to have seen him pass by the window several times, but when she went out to him, Percy had disappeared. Jane received the shock of her life when she soon realized that the real Percy was not at home at all.

In one of the final instances of Percy’s encounters with his doppelgänger, he claimed to have seen himself on a beach, pointing out at the sea. Not long afterward, Percy was drowned in a sailing accident in 1812, at the ripe old age of 29.

#2: Abraham Lincoln

Abraham Lincoln was the 16th president of the United States, serving as the country’s leader through its bloodiest conflict on its own soil, the American Civil War. He is also remembered for abolishing slavey, modernizing the U.S. economy, and preserving the Union. Not as widely known is that Lincoln had an interest in spiritualism and the supernatural.

Having lost two children at young ages, Lincoln’s wife Mary frequently invited mediums to the White House to hold seances, some of which were attended by Lincoln himself. Though he seemed to contend that most mediums were hucksters, Lincoln did believe in the power of dreams to predict the future. He even had an alarmingly accurate dream (unbeknownst to him, of course) in which he walked through several rooms of the White House to the sound of crying, before discovering a dead shrouded body lying in state. Dream-Lincoln asked a nearby soldier to whom the body belonged; the soldier replied it was the President, murdered by an assassin.

Lincoln also encountered what he believed to be another ill omen regarding his fate, when he glimpsed his deathly pale doppelgänger looking at him from a mirror. One of Lincoln’s associates, Noah Brooks, recounted the story the president allegedly told to him on November 9, 1864. Brooks's version of the tale, using Lincoln’s words as best as he remembered them, described the following events:

“It was just after my election in 1860, when the news had been coming in thick and fast all day and there had been a great "hurrah, boys," so that I was well tired out, and went home to rest, throwing myself down on a lounge in my chamber. Opposite where I lay was a bureau with a swinging glass upon it (and here he got up and placed furniture to illustrate the position), and looking in that glass I saw myself reflected nearly at full length; but my face, I noticed had two separate and distinct images, the tip of the nose of one being about three inches from the tip of the other. I was a little bothered, perhaps startled, and got up and looked in the glass, but the illusion vanished. On lying down again, I saw it a second time, plainer, if possible, than before; and then I noticed that one of the faces was a little paler — say five shades — than the other. I got up, and the thing melted away, and I went off, and in the excitement of the hour forgot all about it — nearly, but not quite, for the thing would once in a while come up, and give me a little pang as if something uncomfortable had happened. When I went home again that night I told my wife about it, and a few days afterward I made the experiment again, when (with a laugh), sure enough! the thing came back again; but I never succeeded in bringing the ghost back after that, though I once tried very industriously to show it to my wife, who was somewhat worried about it. She thought it was a "sign" that I was to be elected to a second term of office, and that the paleness of one of the faces was an omen that I should not see life through the last term.”

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Critics of the story of Lincoln’s deathly doppelgänger argue that his double image was nothing more than a defect in an old mirror. While that theory is a possibility, the fatalistic Lincoln and his wife Mary believed it was a sign of bad things to come, and fate  proved them right. Sadly, we all know how Lincoln’s life story ends, when he was shot in the head and killed by John Wilkes Booth on April 14, 1865, three months into his second presidential term. 

#1: Guy de Maupassant 

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Celebrated French author Guy de Maupassant, who lived and wrote in the second half of the 19th century, is considered to be the father of the modern short story. Though he did write several novels, including Bel Ami, his short stories totaled over 300, and quite a number of them featured themes of the supernatural and paranormal. 

One such story, called Le Horla, tells the tale of a man afflicted by an invisible spirit that he unwittingly invited into his home. Gradually the spirit haunts him with increasing ferocity as he begins to lose his mind, and he takes drastic measures, by way of suicide, to rid himself of his tormentor. What makes Le Horla even creepier is that Guy de Maupassant is said to have written the story with the help of his own doppelgänger. 

Guy’s interactions with his doppelgänger were reported as frequent and personal, with Guy sometimes meeting with his double every day. As the account goes, Guy and his doppelgänger conversed with one another during their visits, and Guy began writing Le Horla at the dictation of his eerie twin. Of the strange event, French doctor and psychologist Dr. Paul Sollier wrote:

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“Maupassant had a vivid hallucination one afternoon and told his friend of it that evening. Working at his desk in his office, where his servant had orders never to enter while he was writing, he seemed to hear his door open. He turned and was not a little surprised when he himself [Maupassant’s double] entered, and came to sit in front of him, head in hand, and began to dictate everything he wrote on the occasion. When he had finished and stood up, the hallucination disappeared.  The result was the short story Le Horla.”

Maupassant himself confirmed his recurring encounters with his doppelgänger, saying, “Every other time I come home, I see my double. I open my door, and I see him sitting in my arm-chair. I know it for a hallucination, even while experiencing it. Curious! If I didn’t have a little common sense, I’d be afraid.”

Maupassant had reason to believe his sightings of his spectral double were hallucinations, as a long battle with syphilis had left his mental state slowly deteriorating. As time went on he became increasingly unpredictable and paranoid, even becoming obsessed with the idea that flies were eating away his brain. After writing Le Horla in 1887, Guy’s disease-induced madness culminated in a suicide attempt and admission to an asylum in 1892. In 1893, the disease took his life entirely. 

Whether the presence of Guy’s doppelgänger was of a supernatural nature or whether it was the visual and auditory hallucination of a sick man is not a point that can be proven on either side, but the story of his other self is nonetheless disturbing.  At best or at worst, Maupassant was either visited repeatedly by a paranormal apparition of death, or spent his time alone talking to an empty room and writing with a companion who didn’t even exist. It‘s not immediately obvious which of these scenarios would be the best and which the worst. What is obvious is how closely Le Horla, his doppelgänger-inspired tale, comes to resemble an autobiographical work, capturing Guy de Maupassant’s final battles with his own demons, be they metaphorical or supernatural ones. 

What’s the spookiest doppelgänger story you’ve ever heard? Share it with us in the comments! For a modern doppelgänger tale, check out The Confessionals Episode 117: Gorilla Man, Doppelgangers, and Demons, Oh My!

NEWS: Tom Brady Wins Super Bowls with Altars, Stones, and Good Witch Gisele

Move over, Glinda - a new ‘Good Witch’ is taking the field. But instead of charming ruby slippers onto Dorothy’s feet, she’s magicking Super Bowl rings onto her husband’s fingers.

According to 27-time Super Bowl champion Tom Brady (may need to fact-check that, but it feels like at least that many, right?), his wife Gisele Bundchen not only believes in the power of willing things into being, but uses potentially magic items to help prepare him for Super Bowl victory. She also seems to have the uncanny ability to predict when Brady’s team will be crowned champions and when they’ll be coming up one ring short of a finger.

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At a charity event following his 2019 Super Bowl win, Brady disclosed his wife’s ritualistic methods to a laughing audience. WBZ-TV reported the following the story:

‘“You know I’ve learned a lot from my wife over the years,” Brady said, leaning back in a barber’s chair at Gillette’s World Shaving Headquarters in Boston. “She’s so about the power of intention and believing things that are really going to happen.”

Brady said Bundchen “always makes a little altar for me at the game because she just wills it so much,” complete with pictures of his children.

“And I have these little special stones and healing stones and protection stones and she has me wear a necklace and take these drops she makes, I say all these mantras,” Brady said. “And I stopped questioning her a long time ago. I just shut up and listen.”

Brady said at first he thought “this is kind of crazy,” but it worked.

“About four years ago we were playing the Seahawks and she said ‘you better listen to me, this is your year, but this is all the things you’re going to have to do to win,’ and I did all those things and by God, you know, it worked,” Brady said.

Bundchen also predicted that 2015 would not be Brady’s year, he remembered, and sure enough that season for the Patriots ended disappointingly in the AFC Championship game.

But early this year, Brady asked if he had a chance to win it all and he got the answer he was seeking.

“She said, ‘yeah, but you’re going to have to do a lot of work and you’re really going to have to listen to me. So man, I listen to her,” Brady said.

Bundchen was right, of course. Again.

“She said you’re lucky you married a witch – I’m just a good witch,” Brady said.’

Brady’s revelation is an unusual one, but he doesn’t appear to be joking about his story. He also seems to have an endless supply of “Advance to Super Bowl, Collect $40 Million” cards in his quarterback fanny pack… so Gisele just may have some serious powers. Since joining the New England Patriots franchise, Brady has led the team to the Super Bowl a record-breaking nine times, and claimed six championship rings. Six of those nine appearances (and three rings) were secured during the course of his relationship with self-proclaimed witch Gisele.

Tom Brady holds multiple NFL records and is undoubtedly a skilled football player, but could the rituals and beliefs of his “good witch” wife actually be a powerful source behind his success?

Watch Brady’s actual videotaped admission below! What do you think of his supernatural Super Bowl “strategy”?

Written Confession: The Mysterious Man in the Desert

The following written confession was submitted via email:

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“… In Qatar I was finishing up my deployment. It had only been 6 months and 1 month to go, but it had been a long six months. I had some down time so I went to the showers. No sooner than turning the faucet knob, I heard my Staff Sergeant asking another Airmen if I had been in the shower. So I quickly soaped my body and just as I was finishing rinsing Sergeant slid the curtain and began briefing me for a post that I was personally requested to man. It was very odd, I know I'm a free body right now, but I'm not that well known and this was a very high security area. So I gathered my gear and headed to the armory for my weapon and transport to arrive.

Expecting an armored Humvee, as we always traveled in, I was surprised to see a taxi from the city of Dubai pull up. Not thinking that this was my transport, I just stood there. Focused on this vehicle, it had obviously been allowed on base, but very weird to see a taxi in this area of the base. A Saudi Arabian man was the driver. He was a civilian, but seemed to carry himself as if he worked for someone, maybe powerful. Probably worked for us. Anyway, The man stepped out and asked for me personally … I asked him if I could ask him his name, but he just kept walking passed me, and walked into the armory where he made contact with someone. He then walked out and my Sergeant leaned out of the door and said go with him, man the post and closed the door. I hesitantly followed the man to the car where he asked me to sit in the back and unload my weapon. I did get into the back seat opposite of him so I could see him, and I removed the magazine from my weapon, leaving a round in the chamber.

We then crept of the base, out of the heavily manned gates and into the darkness of the desert. The desert here is more like what we see, maybe out west here. We traveled in darkness with very dim headlights for I remember like 35 minutes or so. I didn't make conversation or press him for questions. I focused on my surroundings and his body behavior. We began approaching a light, at this time I am already tired. I had been awake for 14 hours and the post I was to relieve would be a 12hr plus shift, so I remember thinking when I saw the small light, man I'm going to fall asleep and go to jail. As I watched the light and as we got closer a very surreal feeling began to wash over me. I'm not sure if it was just the strangeness of the whole taxi driver or if it was just that I was tired but I felt like we were approaching a dream. Like we were leaving reality and going into an isolated realm.

As we reached the destination, we both exited the vehicle. I immediately placed the magazine back into my weapon, and waited for the driver to walk on ahead of me. I double checked I had everything and followed the driver to the post. I noticed that the post was a very small, mobile shack. It had a window, a sign in sheet with very few names and a pen. The man I was relieving was and Army staff sergeant. He looked at my rank and asked me my security clearance. He then contacted his control via radio and looked at me and nodded. Then he followed the driver back to the taxi. I observed the shack, and stepped out to the Area of Responsibility to begin my shift.

I looked back at what I was securing. The whole area is surrounded by c-wire, kind of piled and arranged as a border around the area, then a buffer zone and then another border of c-wire in which stood about 4' high but was spread out about 5'. There is a very large, sand colored tent in which is being used as a SCIF, or a sensitive compartmented information facility, in the middle of all of this backed up against a hill that is about the same height as the tent . It stands about 10' tall in the center, but looked to be 30' wide by approximately 50' long. The tent, was more like a building. There was no noise coming from it and I heard that they are camouflaged to radar and aerial photography. I noticed what looked like large transformers and IT equipment, also camouflaged. I saw large dollies used to move these units around, and I noticed that all of the cables converged into these sealed tight holes going into the tent. It was poor lighting and I didn't want to seem too nosy so I focused on the area surrounding the post and stood, stationary at a position that gave me maximum view of all avenues of approach. Maybe I did glance at the vastness of the stars periodically. Besides the night felt very surreal. I wouldn't say bad energy. But very quiet, very weird. I felt like I was on the set of a movie and everything around me was actually props, and even the sand wasn't real. I began imagining that I was somewhere else. I imagined that I was actually looking at the sky from my childhood home.

Suddenly two men in army uniform walk out of the SCIF, the sign in sheet seems to have no sign out area so I try to engage these men. I notice they have brass so I salute and ask for their names. They are talking and they both salute, but ignore my question and just keep walking. I see no vehicles except for a white Ford Escape that they do not approach but keep walking into the dark. Now, I'm not completely sure how far from Dubai, or another SCIF or base we are, but I am stumped as to why they were walking this distance. Anyway, I go back to work and all is well. After about 8 or 9 hrs of nothing, no sign ins or anything I am standing next to the door of the shack staring at the beautiful, awe inspiring sunset. It was so beautiful that it made me think of god and thank god for this beautiful sunset.

As I am doing this, I am feeling the most beautiful, feeling I have ever felt, a man gently lays his hand on my shoulder. This did startle me a bit, but my body did not jump. I looked back at him then turned around to see an older man. A white man, with white parted hair. He looked to be in his early 70's. He had the most welcoming smile on his face and he just opened up his arms. I felt a feeling that I will never be able to fully describe. I felt like I just walked up to my actual older brother, Micheal in the middle of the dessert, 3000 miles from home. But yet, I did not know this man, not at all actually. Never had saw him sign in. I never even noticed him coming out of the SCIF. I did hug him back. Actually I embraced him and felt a love from him I had not ever felt from even my own parents. He placed his hand back on my shoulder and looked straight into my eyes. And with a very humble tear in his eyes he began to explain.

He did speak English, however he was in civilian clothing, I guess what you would expect a 70 year old man to wear, like dress pants and shoes, with a dress shirt and jacket. I believe it was like a navy blue jacket, maroon shirt and navy blue pants and black shoes. He had an accent, however it was super weird. I had never ever heard an accent like his. It was almost gibberish but also very clear. I know. He explained to me that he was so excited to have this chance to see me. He said that we are great friends. We have lived many lives together. He said you are my brother, my best friend, my father, my husband. He stated, that we have lived many many experiences together. As he's explaining this to me he has his hand on my shoulder the whole time. I begin to feel an extremely weird almost Deja Vu feeling. And I feel such a connection that his presence feels eerily familiar. I remember feeling almost dreamlike and so overwhelmed with emotion that I was crying. Not hysterical, but just listening yet in a like hypnotic trance.

He just kept going on about our life's together until we were interrupted by two army officers walking up to the gate, I hadn't noticed but they had just pulled up in a white ford eacape, I never even heard them. They were fast approaching when the man looked at them looked at me and said, so patiently. " what a pleasure to have gotten this chance to see you, he gave me a half hug, looked me in the eyes, then looked into my shack and said give your' family a call. In my mind I said I wish, and I began to ask him his name when he turned around and just so persistently began walking back to the tent. He was going in the door when the officers said hey Airmen we don't salute here or what. I snapped to, apologized and signed them in.

When I went back to the shack however, I found a phone sitting on the desk. An old school, corded landline phone that had dial tone. I understand that I had to use a certain number to dial the states and thought I was out of luck when I found the number on the face of the phone. So I called my mom, then my brother, and many more people until my shift was over.

To this day that shift feels like a dream. Mixed with all of the other experiences I had in the service, that night sticks out the most, but is the most blurry. I have told myself the facts so many times since that day that I know that these are the facts. But the memory is getting fuzzier and fuzzier every time I think of it. This day changed my whole life. My whole outlook on reality. It made me realize that I am not my body. I am my mind, and possibly even bigger than that. Whatever this is, it's here for us, so no matter how your life turns out, you will always have more time …”

Have you ever experienced the mysterious man in the desert, or someone like him? If so, share with us in the comment section!

Written Confession: A Life of Paranormal Incidences

The following Confession was shared via email:

Thought I'd let you know that I have had many "paranormal" things happen through out my life. It is a family trait and to me it is just normal life. Something needs to be truly remarkable to make it memorable.

My mother has had many psychic incidences during her life. One just happened to save my life when I was a toddler. 

We lived on an isolated farm that belonged to my father's parents, who also lived there but in another house. My father worked away. 

One day I began to choke. My mother couldn't fix it and didn't know what to do. It must of been quite bad because she grabbed me and rushed out to find my grandmother. When she was outside the garden gate she heard a voice in her head say words to the effect of "turn the child upside down". Which she did and whatever was stuck in my throat dislodged and I recovered. 

One time my when my eldest daughter was about 11 she woke up with a slight fever and felt unwell so I kept her home from school. An hour or so later I get a phone call from the school. They were concerned for my child, wanting to know if I'd taken her home. She had been seen at school that morning but vanished and they were very concerned. I told them she had not been to school and was home sick but they insisted she had been there. That evening there was an event on at the school that my daughter's class was involved in and because she had recovered we went to it. As we arrived one of her friends rushed up to her asking why she had vanished from school that morning. This other kid was adamant that my daughter had been there. This confirmed it to me that the school phone call had been valid.  I know of a phenomenon called "bi-location" and put the incident down to a case of this. I told my daughter that's what it was, no big deal. 

I have many stories, many more are forgotten. I've seen odd lights in the sky, had many out of body / astral events and encounters. Had a dark entity come into a house I was living in. (I'd never believed in them before or been scared like that).

I've had so many dreams that later came true. When I was young I was able to see what people where thinking, I could see thoughts forming. One very famous person - example happened when I was 15 and it bothered me so much it put me off ever wanting that to happen again. It was a member of the British royal family who'd just had a baby. 

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Written Confession: My Husband Sees Demons

The following Confession was shared by Sherilyn N. via email:

I have a special husband who has the gift of seeing angels and demons. Unfortunately he mostly gets demons. It's taken me forever to type it out for him and I wanted to share it with you.

I'm going to write it from his point of view because it's much easier to explain. His name is Adriel.

Adriel

I was about 9 or 10 years old when I saw my first demon. It was nighttime and I wanted to sleep in my brother's room because I don't like to sleep in my room for some reason. My brother's and I would do that a lot for some reason; sleep in each others' rooms. My brother has a twin sized bed so we both were definitely not going to both fit which means I was sleeping on the floor next to the closet. Yep. Across the room there is a window; side note: we live in a two-story house with our rooms upstairs and parents' room is downstairs. In the middle of the night I "wake up" where it's not my body that's awake but more like an awareness that I'm "awake" and can see the entire room. It felt like it was my physical body but not really. I was sleeping on my side and lifted my head to look at my brother sleeping and wanted to see the rest of the room in this "state" of being when behind me I saw him. I knew it was a man because he had a more masculine face. He was crouched over looking at me from about a foot or so away so he wasn't crouching over me. He had his hands on his knees and had long sharp nails like the kind girls are doing today. It was dark so it was hard to see a lot of details but he had pants that looked like he pushed up or rolled up to his calves like capris, no shoes and I saw his toes had long nails like if they weren't being maintained for a while. He had a shirt that was kind of like a muscle shirt without sleeves and a little singed looking throughout, the pants also were in the same kind of condition. His skin was dark greenish like rotting flesh green and had something that looked like cracks. When I looked at his face he was looking straight at me and smiling like he was thinking "hi, I can see you" with his head tilted to the side. His face also had the same cracks as the rest of his body and his eyes were normal looking with the whites but the entire iris and pupil was just black. His teeth were sharp and he had spiky styled hair. I just stared at him with my mouth open and he just stared back unmoving for what felt like minutes but was probably 20 seconds. I had a feeling and slowly turned away from the demon towards the window where I saw a being jump through and land on his feet in front of the window. He was bright and I couldn't see his face like I wasn't allowed to see it. He wore a robe and was tall enough to almost graze the ceiling. He had sandals on (of course) and his skin was sort of translucent but I could tell it was skin. He stood there for only a moment and ran forward around the bed to where I was laying. He stood across from the demon who hadn't realized he was there yet. The demon acted like he knew the angel was there but he didn't really care much until he turned from me to actually look at the angel. The demon literally did a double take like if he knew who was there or which specific angel it was. The look on his face was surprise and terror at the realization. I don't know who it was. They had a brief stare down then the angel darted towards the demon. The angel placed one hand on the demon's forehead and the other hand on his chest and pushed him through the wall behind him. The both of them disappeared into the wall and I remember seeing the complete fear on the demon's face as he kind of tried to fight back but failed and they were gone.

THE NEXT DAY. I kid you not, in the morning I was sitting down in the kitchen eating cereal waiting for my dad to finish showering so he could take me to school. I was shoveling spoonfuls of cereal in my mouth when I looked up and there SHE was. I'll try to explain how the house looks like. There is a little hall leading to the kitchen which is really just the pantry on one side so it's not a huge hallway. If you're sitting where I was you can see straight down the "hall" to the front door and to the left there is the living room. The living room isn't visible from there because the pantry and kitchen wall are there. So the female demon was coming from the living room which is "behind" the wall of the pantry tip-toed like she didn't want to make any noise and walked right through the wall. I literally had a mouthful of cereal with my hand halfway going up when I looked up to see her doing to creeping. I stared at her with my mouth open and she was looking at me with a smile on her face like the one from last night while creeping. I blinked a couple times, swallowed my cereal and looked back down to just keep eating since it was gone. I had another spoonful in my mouth when I looked up and saw her sitting in the chair across from me. She had her elbows on the table and her chin propped up on her hands with the sharp-tooth smile still there. She was also sitting really weird in the seat like she was kneeling on it like some kids do, but I could see that her legs/feet were folded up on the back of the seat. I literally just stared at her and she stared back smiling before she disappeared. I put my spoon down and just yelled "Papiiiiiiii" for my dad. From what I remember was wearing rolled up pants like the other one and no top which is how I knew it was a girl. But it was weird because she didn't look like she was naked on top. I could tell she had bumps like breasts but no nipples to really seem like she was nude. Her skin was green-grey looking with the same burned cracks that the one last night had. She had no hair at all. Basically she looked exactly like the male demon (like twins or a couple) but was distinctly female with lighter skin.

Next one is quick and was at the same age, probably in the same year. I was outside by myself riding on my bike in the neighborhood, it was kind of close to sunset. I had accidentally run into a parked car and my bike was stuck so I was trying to pull it out. I looked up and saw a figure wearing a red cloak with the hood up. He had the cloak completely closed so I saw nothing of the body and nothing of the face. I stared at him for a couple of seconds when he just sunk down into the ground.

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He has less detailed stories of more shadowy type stuff that are really short or sounds. He still sees them because a week ago he told me something was going "pst" at him from the kitchen and he could tell there was something out of the corner of his eye but when he turned to look he didn't see anything. If he turned away he could still see it from the corner of his eye. I won't be going in the kitchen by myself anymore. He has also told me about having various episodes of sleep paralysis which I think I have seen for myself. Sometimes I heard him breathing hard and making sounds like he's trying to speak and I wake him immediately to get him out of it.

That's it for now. Hope you enjoyed!

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Written Confession: Miranda C.'s Experience with Evil

The following Confession was shared by Miranda C. via The Confessionals' Facebook page:

"A couple of years ago my husband went to something called an encounter. It's a big movement in the Christian community. We were warned before he went that things might change between us and that satan would try to cause problems when he returned. We laughed it off and away he went.

A little background before I go on though. We both grew up in Christian homes but his family was way more active in the church than mine. My family quit going when I was in middle school but I had always considered myself a Christian.

Matt(husband) and I never really discussed religion. We would go to church with his family on occasion and did all of the holidays but we weren't members of any church. At one point I decided that we should get involved in one but that didn't last long and so when he got invited to encounter it was kind of out of the blue but he was willing to give it a try. I was excited for him and when he started to doubt going I would encourage him. 

The time came and he went. The day he got back I was really excited to see him but it's almost like the second he returned something changed within me. He was a completely different person when he got back: on fire for Jesus. He seemed to be high on life and ready to live for the lord.

I, on the other hand, went dark. I started to question my beliefs. I became angry and depressed. I thought about killing myself.(Not normal for me.) Matt and I fought all of the time about christianity and the kids. I hated myself and hated my husband for going to encounter. Divorce came up a lot. It was almost like something was trying to torture me. It was horrible!! This went on for months.

I finally decided that I needed to go to encounter to try to get out of the darkness I was in. It felt like there was something inside of me trying to keep me from going and it was a struggle to actually make myself go. But I did. And the second I got there, it felt like a huge weight was lifted. Like I physically felt better. When I returned home, Matt and I were excited to finally be on the same page after so many dark months(or so we thought) and were laying in bed talking when I decided to get up to get ready for bed. The second I stood up I instantly felt sick all over so I laid back down and felt this dark vibration above my body. It floated there for a second and then took off. My husband didn't know what was wrong. We grabbed a bible and prayed together and slept with a light on because whatever it was, it was evil. 

It was a terrifying experience and looking back, I know something evil was trying hard to get me to end my life. I have left out a lot of details because I already have a novel going but this was just one of my paranormal experiences!"

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Written Confession: Mike N.'s Paranormal Night

The following Confession was shared by Mike N. via The Confessionals' Facebook page:

"I had been on my guard since the last visit. It was the first time I felt threatened/scared. At this time I was not very well versed with the finer points of hauntings or how to deal with them. It was a week night so it was off to bed early because I am a natural early riser. I was awakened around midnight by a horrible nightmare that left me and the sheets soaking wet. The details of that dream have faded over the years but still remember the darkness of it.

I got up to get a drink of water and to let the sheets dry out a bit. I climbed back into bed shifting more to one side to stay off the damp sheets. As I laid there trying not to think of the nightmare I caught an "off" sound that came from the end of the bed. My ears perked up as I strained to hear the sound again. I decided to grab a pillow and propped my head up on the sleigh bed's footboard. Just moments later I did hear the sound again. It came from the wall that was just feet from my head. I shot straight up and turned to face the sound. The sound was nothing I had ever heard or have ever heard since that night. I can only compare it the sound of a can of spray paint being discharged but much, much lower in tone.

As I stared at the wall and sound I tried to pin point what part of the wall it was coming from. However the sound would be toward the lower part and then sound off up toward the top. They came 5-10 seconds apart. Then 4-5 seconds apart. Shooting from the top left to the bottom right. All of a sudden it was a constant repetitive mean disturbing LOUD over and over again. I had back up from the foot of the bed mid way through staring with WIDE eyes trying to figure out what the h#*ll was going on.

I soon realized that I did want to be where I was at. I jumped from the bed and headed for the front of the house. As I entered the utility room the sound got stronger and louder. It was coming from the bathroom that was opposite from my room. I flipped the light on in the utility room as I eased up to the bathroom. The sound was deafening. I stretched my arm into the bathroom to turn on the light. The sound was coming from the bathtub and wouldn't you know it the shower curtain was closed. I was pretty much freaking out at this point and wasn't about to enter the bathroom and open that curtain with my hand.

I looked around the utility room and saw the broom. I quickly grabbed that and slowly creped into the bathroom. I had the broom stretched out cause I wanted to be as far away from that tub as possible. I hooked the end of the shower curtain and jerked it open. And there, right there in front of me was nothing. Nothing but this evil, evil sound going around in circles over and over pausing from second to second to stop in front of me to give me a "well howdy do" to let me know it knew I was there.

I was shaking in my undies. Tears were streaming down my face and was unable to comprehend what I was witnessing. I have since learned that mean hauntings feed off your fears, well let me tell you there was plenty of fodder to feed from. I was absolutely terrified. This moment only lasted about a minute or two but seemed like hours. It continued going around and around in this small space of the shower/tub getting madder and madder. The low deep spraying sound was so loud at this point. After the few minutes it made a move to the lower part of the tub constantly making the sound and going in circles. Here's odd part, IT went down the drain. You could hear as the tone changed as it entered the opening and how the sound carried as it went into the plumbing to fade out.

I was left standing there with a broom in my hands shaking. I quickly left the bathroom and went to the front room. I was pacing back and forth trying to figure out what had just happened and what I was going to do next. I knew I had to calm down some how. That sound just seemed to continue in my head over and over.

After a bit I knew I had to get to bed because I had to be a work in a short time. With EVERY light on I eased into the bedroom. I climb into bed sliding all the way to the other side of the bed with my back on the edge of the bed. I was facing the door way and could see pretty much all of the room. I laid there for only a few moments when I felt something set on the bed right where the previous visitor stopped. It sat on part of my leg as it made itself comfortable. I was able to see the bed compress down as this happened. Sigh, I screamed like a little girl and ran to the front room and picked up my shaking. I was back to the pacing around like crazy again trying figure my best move.

The thing was I didn't have anyplace to go. There was such a heavy, intense, thick, mean feeling/vibe that radiated from the door way into the utility room. It's presents was so, so forceful that I found myself in the furthest corner of the front room. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I felt so mean. I was afraid it was going to spill into the front and fill it up with this thick soup.
I wanted to run and fast. But I was in my underwear and it was February in AR which means very cold. I had to set in the corner of that room for hours to pass until that feeling of being watched by a mean thing to fade away. When it did I ran into my room quickly gabbing whatever clothes I could find and throw them on as I headed out the front door."

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