Oppression

Ah, we are finally here! A dream I have had since I was just fifteen years old, to share parts of myself with you.

I am thankful for the boldness in my heart and my being; thank You, Lord, for instilling me with that and making that into who I am. This and the next blog, “InfestatiOn,” hold a similar subject in my life that hold the original thought of creating the books. I originally wanted to name my book “Oppression,” but, after some thought, I want to create a series, I think. “Oppression” will be one of the series written by yours truly.

DISCLAIMER: what I am about to talk about contains my thoughts, feelings, and experiences when it comes to the supernatural. If you are not comfortable, DO NOT continue reading.

Without further ado, let’s see how Annie slowly discovers a part of the world she definitely could not control:

“I had a dream, a nightmare, really one time. This dream, this experience, this reality led to daydreaming about the monster behind me. Ever since Morgan, Jaqueline (Jaq) and I skyped (Skype was it back then, y’all) that one night, things were different.

Why? Let’s find out. One, cold, and dreamy night, LOL actually I’m kidding. It was Tennessee summer weather. That in itself is a nightmare, right? Visit Tennessee, you’ll know. One, hot and sweaty night, Jaq, Morgan and I skyped just like we always did. It was normally just Morgan and I, but Jaq joined us that night. Morgan had been getting me into scary movies. We would watch them and eat flaming hot cheetos together; it was amazing. I started watching The Vampire Diaries because of Morgan; I now LOVE that show and the books. I literally could watch it over and over again. 

Morgan began to act possessed in order to try and scare us. It was funny for about a total of two whole minutes, but then it began to become serious. Like, we don’t need to mess with that.

And I was fixing to learn why we aren’t supposed to mess with that.

I said, “Morgan, you really need to stop. We get it, it’s funny and you’re trying to scare me and all and Jaq, but you need to stop. You’re not supposed to mess with that, Mor.”

She finally stopped. 

I went to bed that night and, like I always do after a scary movie, I was scared. Usually it took a few days for me to not be scared going to sleep or in the dark, ya know? It felt like something was looking at me through the air vents.

You ever experience that?

Little did I know, something, or someone, might’ve been waiting in the shadows, or the corners of the door, to make their surprise or sneak attack. 

A few days later, I created a beautiful eyeshadow look on my eyes, obviously, and took a picture of it. Morgan was on Skype on my white Mac laptop. I saw something in the picture and it terrified me. Enough to where I couldn’t form a sentence. There is a pure line in the sand to the end/center core of the earth between terror and awe.

I told Morgan that I had to go abruptly (I never fully trusted Morgan). She questioned me. I finally got her off the line and ran into my Nana’s room and ran right up to her and said, “What is this?” Nana looked at my iPhone 4 and I could tell that she had an inkling of what might be going on or what I saw. She said, “It’s okay, let’s pray.” We prayed. And she told me not to worry. So I didn’t.

Its face. Its features. Its eyes. Its stance. Its height. Its black cloak. Its facial expression always the same.

To think, that I, Annie Blair, did not know the explanation to this thing for almost four whole years, is beyond me. I’ll never forget that day with my first ever therapist. After years of shoving this to the side, it finally began to make sense, piece by piece.

I truly hope that Morgan and Jaq never experienced this; I hope it was and is only me, because that stuff never truly goes away. I wouldn’t wish that terror on anyone. With anything like that, it is a spiritual battle. It’s fear versus truth, as my therapist told me. Why would a demon oppress a Christian?

I think the real question is, why wouldn’t a demon oppress a Christian? It took me a while to come to that truth.

The devil is trying to win, right? What more satisfying than a take over, a win by taking a child of God away from Him? Right?”

That will NEVER be me. Nothing will EVER tear me from my Father’s hand.”

If you’ll remember, any of my faithful readers, this was posted in the “Meet Annie” blog; hint hint: it goes with it. :)

“Back to dance class. Before class, I put my street clothes and shoes in or on my bag and went to class with everyone else. I didn’t check my phone as much as I do now, it seems. I checked it, but I guess my priorities were different. Anxiety still took over, but I had other “distractions” and focuses. I had an iPhone 4 with an OtterBox or a fake OtterBox on it; I would switch the colors out that I had. One of my favorite combos was the lime green and teal/blue. My favorite color is blue and then pink; that is my favorite color combo. Or pink and orange. Or black, white and red. Anyways! Focus, Annie. 

As my arm was making a ballet motion, was something behind me making that same motion? When I wrote, was it reading every word? Listening to every conversation? Learning me when they could. What color are its hands? Are they bone like? Are they dusty like you’d see in a typical scary movie?”

Thank you for reading! Don’t miss “InfestatiOn” later this week!

XOXO - A