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May 31, 2006 I saw a documentary the other night about a young woman who had suffered from Old Hag Syndrome. At night, she would wake up and an evil old lady would be pressing her down. This obviously disrupted her life. She was otherwise normal, and not some ‘mental case.’ She learned about what the medical model has to say about such events. In fact, the medical model explains them quite well. If the body is still asleep, and the mind awakens, all kinds of weird things can happen. And since it is a ‘weird’ state to be in, the mind can fill in the gaps with all manner and kind of strange and terrifying or beautiful things. But this woman, it should be noted, held out that it was something supernatural occurring. In order to get rid of the Old Hag, it was arranged that she go see some Indian Shaman types. The night before was the worst case ever for her, and the person who stayed with her, and her animals. Apparently this was because the Old Hag that was bothering her knew that she was going to get help the next day. During the ceremony the next day, she told the medicine men that she felt that they were pulling things from her. They responded, ‘ That is because we are.’ Whatever the real case of the matter, she was cured there and then and never saw or felt the Old Hag since. Hers was an extreme case, but many people, in all countries, in all times, have had such experiences. Its not for me here to explain what Old Hag is or is not. I have my views, and anyone who has read enough of my articles will know that I believe in what is termed paranormal. Here, though, I will try to just relate my Old Hag experiences, whatever they were. In grade thirteen, we had grade thirteen then in Ontario, Canada, I wrote a story about a ghost visitation and joked in the story that maybe I’d get a chance to chat with a certain ghost. The Saturday night of that week, I went to bed around ten or eleven o’clock. At around three in the morning I awoke, but couldn’t move. It felt odd. I was on my stomach, and alone in the house. Slowly, slowly, I could feel an unmistakable presence descending from the area of the ceiling towards the back of my head. It stopped at the back of my head. In the most horrific and, this is the thing, Ancient voice, an old lady cried out my name. That was all the Old Hag said, and I did not get the feeling, like many other people, that she was sitting and holding me down physically, but that a presence, perhaps her, was. I slowly gained control of my body, and tried to shake it all off. The very Saturday, of the next week, at approximately the same time, the Old Hag tried to return. I mentally fought her, and though I was briefly paralyzed, she was not permitted to speak. And that was it. I never knew what to make of it, and it was not until sometime after that, I came across the term Old Hag Syndrome. I wondered why it should be that so many people would experience an old ugly sounding woman. I have usually tried to remember to pray at night, but not always. I believe in the power of prayer, but also the calming effect of just saying familiar words and soothing the mind. I believe in both. Words are so far from experience, even if the experience is just a physical /mental aberration. Its like love. You can monitor the brain, I’d suppose, when it is ‘in love,’ or the physiology of the body, and note changes and perhaps even causes, but all this pales in comparison to the intensity of the experience itself. Its like reading a menu versus eating the actually food. But, to be contradictory, I don’t much worry, after a few prayers, about the night, or what it holds. It could be death. I leave it up to the fates. I like a Garcia Lorca quote where he said something akin to, ‘ I didn’t worry about my birth. I don’t worry about my death.’ Blessings! And look out for the Old Hag, whatever she is… ------------ Email Brian Michael Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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