My Affliction Was Contagious ; That Transference Has Tragically Taken an Innocent Life
The priest passed away mere months after blessing my home. His illness hastened with suddenness.
I am now consumed by an unbearable guilt, believing his end was accelerated because I failed him.
I should have told him the full scope of the systematic harassment and oppressive force on my life.
Instead, I was a coward. I feared the truth would sound too outlandish, so I minimized it and relied on a fragile hope that a final touch of a blessing would be enough to protect me.
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My biggest failing was my desperate attempt to maintain absolute rationality.
For years, I forced myself to ignore the obvious, pinning every terrifying pattern I observed to a scientific or psychological explanation, all for the sake of appearing sane.
I was actively gaslit into believing the havoc I witnessed was simply my mental collapse.
It was not.
I pretended that what was happening wasn't a targeted campaign by an adversary.
But the accumulation of evidence - the frightening precision and deliberate nature of the coincidences is simply undeniable.
I know what this is.
I have endured numerous and inexplicable conditions and six suicide crises in eight years - a torturous existence that has left me feeling like a creature on its last legs.
By my own count, I have perhaps three lives remaining, if I'm a cat.
I may be difficult to kill, but I'm cornered into a wall by an adversary whose strength I cannot match.
I'm caught in an impossible bind: the truth itself is a liability to my self- preservation. I have no way to speak openly about what I know without facing the consequences I don't deserve.
I am weary, yet the thought of implicating one more person is unbearable. I refuse to let anyone else become a statistic in my observation or another casualty required for proof to call this what it is.
I pray only for the strength to last until this malicious person exhausts themselves or is finally met with their own reckoning.
©Britt H.
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Situations become more complex when it comes to finding solutions when we attribute events to the paranormal. There are many skeptics, but ghosts do exist, and evil exists in many forms and with many appearances. Even so, I believe that it is unlikely and implausible that a priest's illness would worsen because he blessed a home where there is heaviness, even for those most devoted to such things. This is perhaps because priests are supposed to be representatives of God and faith, and should enjoy the protection of his divine mantle for such things; even so, as people, they are not exempt. In the end, it depends on the type of beliefs and the perspective from which you want to see it.
There are things that science cannot explain, things that I have seen with my own eyes and when I tell them, they are inexplicable and difficult for that other person to understand. I think anything is possible in this life.