Are there such things as dark entities?

Yes indeed- and I have had perhaps more than my fair share of them. It began some twenty years ago while my partner and I were researching the historical facts behind a series of past life dreams he'd experienced. As I developed my own psychic abilities further, it soon became clear that a dark entity had entered our lives. It went on to assail us for two to three years afterwards with harrowing effect. We came to see it was the spirit of a young man who had been an enemy in the previous life we were researching; a blackmailer involved in a murder case no less! He himself had been killed by assassins and there after his spirit passed to the lower plane.

The persecution manifested in several ways. Initially our home became haunted by this intruder. Even after exorcising it, for a long time after we were plagued by the most terrifying dreams. Some of these I can link with what I've since learned about the Illuminati. For instance, there was one in which he appeared as a roaring lion, which I now know alluded to Satanism. In other sleep states there were dark phrases uttered that I later discovered to be of Biblical origin. *(I felt a connection here with what I've since read about the occult religions of ancient civilisations referred to in the Old Testament. References to the Nephilim, the so-called hybrid offspring of Fallen Angels in the Book of Enoch press a button, somehow)

I began to realise that this dark entity - or on reflection probably some connection to it - had in fact been stalking me for a long time. For something like three years prior to the beginning of our research into past lives, I had a series of vivid dreams in which I was followed and observed by "someone" who seemed to be able to manipulate events. Sometime in 1994 I recall one dream in particular, in which there were scenes from my school days where everyone became numbed upon suddenly hearing the sound of pop music over the tannoys. This condition worsened each time it happened until all that heard it became paralysed; it was something that was just accepted. Gradually, I found that I could break this "spell" by singing a song of my own choosing. (Perhaps my higher mind was already learning how to defend myself against psychic attacks that might come later). Upon so doing it soon became clear that the person following me - whom I had thought to be a young woman that was a friend from those days - was actually an adversary with a distinctly masculine vibration. At the very end I recall seeing a vague impression of what it really looked like; difficult to describe - but it wasn't human. It faded away, uttering menaces to the effect that it was much stronger then me, and that it could crush me at any time.

Well, it can be said that I've weathered the storms so far. I'm still around to tell the tale, whatever!