Author Christy Angelette

I’ve been having lucid dreams and sleep paralysis since I was a teen, that lessened as an adult, until I married into abuse I had survived as a child. Normally insomnia is the battle. Last night before bed, I stood before my vision board and prayed.  I was in mild distress, but I felt ok. I last looked at a pic of toddler me and my mother, with her hands over my head as if in prayer. Closed my eyes to finally sleep, only to wake up to something touching me, on my back like paranormal activity! The first time I was able to jump up without pause, turn on the light, breath and dismiss it. Anxiety on high, it takes awhile to go back to sleep. This time I’m dreaming of my deceased mother interacting with me, showing and telling me things. I knew it was a dream, yet it felt real. In the dream I had gotten into bed to sleep, turned my back to my mother who was also in my bed (still in a dream) I say, “goodnight mama.” Suddenly waking to my reality feeling a hand on my lower back.

I screamed, but what came out was muffled sounds and moans. I was so scared and couldn’t move my body. In these moments I call on Jesus within me to free me. I dont know how much time past, but I’m able to move again, and turn on the light to find theres nothing there. You see I live alone. The time is around 4am. I take deep breaths, go back to sleep only to encounter the same trauma, except this time I’m able to turn around after feeling the touch to my back, I saw a presence. A dark figure in my bed. I screamed, falling backwards. Turn on the light, nothing or no one is there

I didn’t peacefully sleep until sunrise. Made an appointment with a doctor to have a sleep evaluation. Possibly get a prescribed medication for the anxiety, but I’m a naturalist. I like herbal holistic treatments like yoga, binural beats, and herbal teas. I’ve been Perscription free for a year now. I’ve been under tremendous emotional turmoil dealing with the rejection of my child and people in general I care about, relapsing from truama, financially struggling. When it gets to the breaking point it reflects in my dreams. The question that ponders in my head. Is this all pyschsomatic or spiritual as well. As a woman of faith I believe it’s a combo. I choose to believe Jesus was touching and healing me. I also believe in spiritual warfare. Angel’s and Demons. My life has been my own version of heaven and hell.