Metamorphosis: My Journey to the Spiritual from the Occult

By Allean

Metamorphosis is a true story which spans the last 80 years. Revealing, intriguing, frightening, mesmerizing; it gets your attention. Most people are not aware of the pitfalls which can occur when one gets caught up in the dark arenas of the supernatural. By exploring these outcomes with the author, you will become cognizant of the hazards of becoming intrigued with the occult and the possible impending, deadly outcome.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Jun 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781504357470

Allean

Recently retired at age 80 after working fulltime at various interesting careers, Allean continues with life’s adventures. Her major interests are reading, writing, traveling and volunteering to serve the elderly and children. She has written numerous articles for company magazines, and newsletters. Her first novel “Many Waters Cannot Quench Love” was published several years ago. Allean and her husband have been married 60 years and are blessed to have a charming daughter. Metamorphosis - My Journey from the Occult to the Spiritual is a tale of my journey from darkness into light . . . I invite you to follow me from one realm of existence to another.

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METAMORPHOSIS

MY JOURNEY TO THE

SPIRITUAL FROM THE OCCULT

Allean

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Copyright © 2016 Allean.

Cover Image Credit: Garon Sims

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The author of this book does not dispense medical advice or prescribe the use of any technique as a form of treatment for physical, emotional, or medical problems without the advice of a physician, either directly or indirectly. The intent of the author is only to offer information of a general nature to help you in your quest for emotional and spiritual well-being. In the event you use any of the information in this book for yourself, which is your constitutional right, the author and the publisher assume no responsibility for your actions.

While all the stories in this book are true, some names and identifying details have been changed to protect the identity of the people involved.

ISBN: 978-1-5043-5748-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5043-5749-4 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-5043-5747-0 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2016907380

Balboa Press rev. date: 06/08/2016

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Webster's Dictionaries' Description of the Word Metamorphosis:

(met·a·mor·pho·sis)

1. Change of physical form, structure, or substance especially by supernatural means

2. A striking alteration in appearance, character, or circumstances

3. A transformation, as in myths, by magic or sorcery and the form resulting from such change

4. A marked or total change of character, appearance, condition, etc.

5. Complete change in form; i.e., from caterpillar into butterfly

AUTHOR'S LEAD-IN:

MOST OF US CAN RECALL THAT AS CHILDREN, WE WERE WARNED OF POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS PRACTICES:

We were advised not to pet strange dogs . . .

to avoid touching a hot stove . . .

not to run with scissors . . .

never to take candy from a stranger . . .

to put nothing smaller than our elbow in our ears . . .

to look both ways before crossing a street . . .

Later, when we were able to read,

we found that many products contained warning labels . . .

smoking could cause a host of health problems . . .

household cleaning supplies were toxic or even poisonous . . .

most medicines came with possible adverse side effects . . .

we shouldn't drink and drive . . .

tanning booths could result in cancer . . .

the list is seemingly without end.

However, there is one warning I've never heard or read about . . .

one that, if articulated or written, could have

prevented me from some horrific experiences.

This book is that warning.

I pray that you, the reader

will heed it.

Brief Synopsis of Metamorphosis

(My Journey from Demonic Oppression to Spiritual Enlightenment)

Some supernatural events occur by invitation, others are unbidden. A natural sense of ESP (extra sensory perception) is not uncommon. My family and I have experienced both:

My mother had a vision of her brother wounded in action during World War II. It was certainly unbidden but valid, and turned out to be very meaningful to our family. She actually saw him hit by gunfire on the battlefield, rescued by fellow soldiers, and thrown over the hood of a jeep. His recovery and return were also made known to her.

Once, when my Dad had an accident with his car, he was brought home by the police after they found him dazed and wandering about on the street. He couldn't remember where the accident occurred, and so the location of his car was unknown. My mother told my brother to drive her in his own car and she would instruct him which way to go. Her directions were somewhat like this: Drive down this street for 4 blocks, then turn left, then . . . This went on for almost half an hour before locating Dad's damaged car sitting alongside a curb. She had supernatural guidance from God and they were able to locate the car which was miles away from our home.

The morning my father passed away, his mother saw his face superimposed in a bouquet of silk roses on a table next to her bed. She knew instinctively that he was gone . . . he was thought to be in relatively good health at that time.

When I received a phone call regarding the death of my paternal grandfather, I flung myself on the bed crying. Suddenly I heard a noise as if someone was knocking on the inside of the walls of my bedroom. The sound seemed to float upwards and then disappeared. I knew it was Pa telling me goodbye.

The above mentioned instances relate to ESP happenings which appeared out of the ordinary. They occurred very naturally and were unbidden. Many of the incidents related later in this book were occult-driven. There is a difference . . .

The purpose of my book is to make you, the reader, aware of the imminent dangers of delving into the occult. Even though done innocently, the results can be life-threatening and eternally disastrous! My prayer is that this book will inform you of ways in which we can unknowingly expose ourselves to entities and hazards from which there may be no recovery.

For over seven years, I have resisted God's promptings to issue this warning to you.

. . . I can resist no longer . . .

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Judy, I almost murdered you!

I glanced sideways at my sister Judy, who cringed at my remark and appeared stunned.

What? she responded with intense alarm.

I came close to ending your life. Something snapped inside me. I felt I must destroy you before you destroyed me.

"Good God, Allean! What do you mean, destroy you? What did you think I would do to you? I was gripped by a terrible fear of you and what you might do to me. . ."

We both emitted sighs of relief as the stress began to subside. Then we sat down at the kitchen table and began discussing our horrific experience. Suddenly, the dark, fearful, deadly threatening entities' oppression returned in full force and we agreed that recounting the episode was better left to the dawn of a new day. The kitchen clock revealed that the incident had taken place around midnight.

I longed to go to bed and feel the warm, protective arms of my husband Daniel around me, even if he embraced me only in his sleep.

Judy went into the hallway, opened the basement door and snapped her fingers to summon Oscar, our affectionate family pet, a black and rust-colored dachshund, to share our guest bedroom with her. Even though the dog was still drowsy, he would serve as her emotional guardian while sleeping at the foot of her bed.

As loving sisters, we hugged before retiring to our respective bedrooms. Thankfully, sleep followed promptly.

Rising early the next morning, I found Judy sitting at the kitchen table hunched over a cup of hot tea.

Judy, you're up so early; that's not like you.

I awoke with a start. My heart was racing wildly, remembering last night. Do you think we'll be able to discuss it now, Allean?

Let's try. We must try to figure out what happened. Maybe it would be a good idea to sit outside, away from the scene of action.

Good idea, Sis.

Locked arm in arm, we walked out the kitchen door and into the backyard.

Two lawn chairs under the massive oak tree seemed to welcome us.

Intending to discuss our oppressive feelings from the night before, I began, My suggestion to query the Ouija board for answers was not a good idea.

Judy nodded her head. You're right. I'll never forget the frightful aura that filled the dining room and followed us into the living room.

When we played the Ouija board in the park several weeks ago, I didn't feel that oppression. Maybe it was because we were out of doors and not enclosed in a small area, I replied ruefully.

Probably so, Judy agreed. Can you recall anything it told us at that time, Allean?

The only thing I remember it said was that Daniel and I would have a baby boy. After fifteen years of a childless marriage, that seemed unbelievable.

Yes, that's almost impossible to believe. It's a wonder we queried it again.

Probably because it's so interesting to see how the planchette moves across the board and actually spells out words.

Last night, we didn't really have any pressing questions to ask. It was all foolishness, wasn't it?

Yes, but the responses it engendered weren't foolish and could have turned deadly.

A cool breeze wafted from the tree above and a chill followed. It caused me to shiver. I crossed my arms over my chest and grasped an upper arm in each hand. Brrr, I said as my teeth began to chatter, more out of anxiety than from the chill.

Judy pointed out that we should probably rehash the experience and try to figure it out. I'll begin she said. We were bored. Daniel had gone to bed early but we weren't tired. The TV schedule was monotonous, reading is a solitary activity and playing a game of two-handed cards lacked appeal. The Ouija board offered an escape from the humdrum . . .

Yes, I agreed. We're always seeking something new and exciting.

We nodded in unison.

I'll recount the scene play by play, Judy offered. We each took a dining room chair and placed it in the area adjoining the living room. Then we sat facing one another, knees touching and placed the Ouija board on our laps.

Judy, I remember that you asked the first question. It was regarding the area in which you should seek an apartment now that you've moved back to St. Louis.

"Yes, it spelled out the word south."

As we've both been interested in the stories of the lost continent of Atlantis, we asked if we had known one another during that time, as reincarnation is an intriguing topic.

And it spelled out, 'Of course . . .'

Then, we got foolish and I asked some trivial questions such as, 'What should I cook for dinner tomorrow?'

It seemed to resent our foolishness and responded in anger. Remember how the planchette raced across the board? It spelled out actual words and phrases that made no sense, Judy recalled.

Yes Judy, the atmosphere was filled with incredible hostility. Realization of impending danger swept over me and I began to place the board on the table, but not before the planchette skidded off onto the rug under its own power.

"Right. Then, we stood up at the same time and headed for the sofa. I at one end, you at the other. The thing that amazes me is that we both knew the exact moment the apparition joined us, even though we couldn't actually see it and didn't comment on it. Simultaneously, when we stood and walked to the living room and sat down, it followed us. The physical presence of intense evil was overwhelming. It was a heavy, volcanic-type, black force that hovered over us at first and then resided between us on the sofa. Rage, hate, insanity and violence were some of the emotions it manifested and emitted. All the while it seemed to be laughing maniacally in an audible yet silent voice while creating incredible fear and generating waves of abhorrent thoughts into our minds and hearts, our very souls."

"Yes Judy, I remember picking up the afghan I was knitting while saying aloud 'knit one pearl two' over and over again in an eerie fashion."

Allean, those knitting needles clicked at such a fast and furious rate; they almost seemed to be dueling.

Suddenly, that murderous sensation occurred and it seemed as though I was being compelled to kill you, Judy.

Controlling my mind, I returned to the moment, not awaiting Judy's response. "Yes, as I performed knitting motions, it was as though I was being changed into Madame Defarge, that woman from the book, A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. In her knitting, she secretly encoded names of people who were to be executed. She continued to knit in an almost diabolic manner as the doomed were lead past her on their way to the guillotine."

As we sat reminiscing, I informed Judy that I remembered almost reciting aloud part of the book's beginning It was the best of times, it was the worst of times . . . it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness

As those quotes came to mind, I suppressed a diabolic laugh while thinking, 'This is the season of utter, absolute, eternal, damnable darkness for you, my dear sister.'

Oh Allean, it's even worse than I thought. You had such a creepy look on your face, but I couldn't believe you might actually kill me!

I'm ashamed to tell you this Judy, but as I knitted, I was aware that if you had moved one iota closer to me on the sofa, I would have plunged the knitting needles into your heart. It seemed a matter of me killing you or you killing me!

Judy gasped, Why would you even consider such a thing? I'm not your enemy.

I know that, but a horrible spirit seemed to be in control of my thoughts and actions. It convinced me for a moment in time that I must get you before you got me. It wanted you dead, but ultimately I would die as well, through conviction of your murder.

Judy had a terrified look on her face. She asked, What kept you from hurting me? I was aware that a terrible sense of madness had taken over your mind and it spoke to me through your body language, the deadly gleam in your eyes and your terrifying laughter.

"Yes, I remember your eyes too. Your brown eyes turned almost black with fear and your face was a deadly hue of white. You resembled a little lamb stricken with horror, knowing there was no way to retreat from a vicious wolf hungry for innocent blood, your own blood!"

Allean, Judy repeated with a shaky voice, What kept you from attacking me?

I shrugged while remembering, Suddenly, my sanity returned. I realized how close I'd been to murdering my beloved sister. It was totally bizarre. I'd never experienced anything like that before.

But what made you stop?

I realize now that the evil presence was forced to depart by an even greater Power. At that moment, I had no idea why it left, but now I know that the Power came from Mom's lifelong prayers for her family.

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Even though I was aware of the incredible danger Judy and I had just escaped, the thought of why something as seemingly innocent as an Ouija board could have had such terrible repercussions troubled me. Determined to solve the mystery, I began delving into known facts about the practice. The details that follow are the results of my research:

In the late 1800's a predecessor to the Ouija board became a popular parlor game for divination. In 1890 it was patented and mass produced. In 1901 William Field trademarked it with the name Ouija. The name came from two foreign words, oui (French for yes) and ja (German for yes). It became Ouija or Yes, Yes.

Shortly thereafter William Field fell while installing a flagpole on his rooftop. He tumbled off the roof and fractured a rib which punctured his heart and killed him. His estate was sold to Parker Brothers' Toys and they marketed Ouija as a child's game.

The flat board is usually made of wood or pulp board. Various symbols decorate the top. It depicts a star and a half-moon, the words yes and no, letters in alphabetic order from A to Z, numbers from 1 to 10, various other symbols and Good Bye. A small heart-shaped apparatus made of plastic called a planchette stands on short legs with a see-through area on top. To begin the query, the planchette is placed on top of the board. Two people lightly place their fingertips on opposite sides of the apparatus. Questions of the Ouija are asked aloud. When the planchette begins to move the seekers glance through the clear plastic on top and are able to view the letters and signs that spell out answers.

There are various schools of thought regarding the dynamics of the Ouija. Some believe the people playing the game actually generate the movement with their thoughts or that it moves due to vibrations of the body. The customary manner is for the planchette to move on its own. It can be extremely dangerous.

Through the years various people who played the game have become demon-possessed and