Demon Talk # 6 : Unveiling Taboos: Exploring the Depths of Necrophilia

June 1, 2024June 1, 2024 The Unconventional Monk5,378 Comments

This time, I delve into the dark corners of human experience, exploring incidents that are both deeply disturbing and undeniably real. Years ago, I witnessed something so terrifying that it left an irreversible mark on my soul and psyche. The subject is necrophilia—a taboo so profound that even discussing it can be unsettling. If you find such topics distressing, I urge you to stop here. But if you choose to continue, prepare to confront one of humanity’s most dark and evil obsessions, a grim intersection of psychological torment and supernatural malevolence.

Necrophilia, the morbid fascination and sexual attraction to corpses, is often rooted in profound psychological disturbances. Individuals afflicted with this condition may have experienced severe childhood trauma, attachment disorders, or a deep-seated fear of rejection, which manifests in the desire for a partner who cannot reciprocate or judge. This perverse fixation may serve as a twisted means of exerting control and dominance over the deceased, fulfilling unmet emotional needs in a way that living relationships cannot.

On the other hand, from a supernatural perspective, necrophilia can be perceived as an act of demonic possession. It is believed that such malevolent entities prey on the vulnerabilities of their victims, driving them to commit acts of desecration and blasphemy. This possession aggravates the individual’s innate desires, leading to an escalation in their revolting behaviours. The demonic influence not only corrupts the person’s soul but also binds them to a cycle of darkness and savagery, making the line between psychological illness and supernatural manipulation disturbingly thin.

Whispers of Darkness: A Descent into Madness and Evil

My destination was an old mansion that stood on the outskirts, a relic from a bygone era. It was a place of many stories, whispered among the townsfolk, tales of madness and darkness that had kept it abandoned for years. Tonight, however, the mansion seemed almost alive, the windows glowing faintly as if welcoming me into its embrace.

The door creaked open with a push, and I stepped inside, greeted by the musty scent of decay. The air was thick with the weight of memories, and I could almost hear the voices of those who once lived here. As I wandered through the halls, I came across a room that felt colder than the rest. An inexplicable chill ran down my spine as I entered, my breath visible in the sudden drop in temperature.

The room was furnished sparsely: a bed with ragged sheets, a dresser with a cracked mirror, and a desk cluttered with old papers. One paper caught my eye, yellowed with age and filled with shabby handwriting. I picked it up, and as I read, the story began to unfold.

In the early 1900s, the mansion belonged to the V family, a family respected and feared in equal measure. Govind, the patriarch, was a man of science, though his interests often delved into the gruesome category. His wife, Radha, was known for her beauty and her hauntingly sad eyes, but it was their son, Arjun, who was the subject of the town’s darkest gossip.

Arjun was a troubled child, his behaviour growing more erratic and disturbing with each passing year. By the time he reached adulthood, the whispers of his fascination with the dead had become a roar. It was said that he would spend hours in the family crypt, speaking to the remains of his ancestors, and performing rituals that left the villagers uneasy.

The townspeople often saw Arjun wandering the graveyard at odd hours, muttering to himself or staring intently at the freshly dug graves. He was known to frequent the local mortuary, offering his services to the undertaker under the guise of learning the trade. The undertaker, an elderly man with failing eyesight, appreciated the help and rarely questioned Arjun’s peculiar habits

It wasn’t just his presence that unsettled people—it was what he did. Arjun had a peculiar affinity for the dead, one that went beyond mere fascination. He was often seen caressing the cold skin of corpses, whispering sweet nothings into the ears of those who could no longer hear. His actions were a grotesque parody of love and tenderness, a chilling reflection of his disturbed mind.

One particularly stormy night, Arjun’s behaviour took a turn for the worse. The house staff reported seeing him carry a young woman into the mansion, her lifeless body a testament to his madness. The woman, a local girl named Meera, had been missing for days, and her reappearance in such a manner confirmed the worst fears of the townspeople.

Meera’s body was found in a state that defied all norms of decency and humanity. Arjun had not merely stolen her life; he had desecrated her in ways that left seasoned law enforcement officials speechless. Her corpse had been arranged in a monstrous imitation of domesticity, dressed in fine clothes and seated at the dining table as if she were still among the living. The acts he had committed were unspeakable, a horrifying blend of necrophilia and ritualistic reverence.

Radha, desperate to save her son from the darkness consuming him, sought the help of a priest known for his work with the supernatural. Father Joseph was a stern man with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see into the very soul. He arrived at the mansion armed with holy water, a crucifix, and a resolve to rid the Varma family of the evil that had taken root.

The exorcism began at midnight, the storm raging outside mirroring the turmoil within. Arjun was bound to his bed, thrashing and screaming as Father Joseph chanted prayers, his voice unwavering despite the chaos. The room grew colder, the air heavy with a malevolent presence. Shadows danced on the walls, forming grotesque shapes that seemed almost alive.

Arjun’s screams turned savage, a deep, inhuman growl that sent shivers down the spines of those present. His eyes, once a deep brown, now glowed a fiery red, and his strength was inhuman. Father Joseph continued his prayers, the crucifix held high, determined to banish the demon that had taken hold.

As the exorcism reached its climax, Arjun’s body convulsed violently, a dark mist escaping his mouth with a blood-curdling scream. The room fell silent, the oppressive atmosphere lifting as the demon was driven out. Arjun lay still, his body broken but his soul freed from the evil that had possessed him.

I lowered the paper, my mind reeling from the tale I’d just read. The V mansion, a place of such beauty and promise, had been tainted by darkness and despair. I felt a strange compulsion to explore further, to uncover more of the secrets hidden within these walls.

As I ascended the grand staircase, I heard a faint whispering, as if the house itself was trying to speak to me. Following the sound, I found myself in the attic, a space cluttered with forgotten belongings. In the corner, half-hidden under a dusty sheet,, was a large, ornate mirror. I approached it, feeling a pull that I couldn’t explain.

My reflection stared back at me, but there was something wrong. The eyes looking out from the mirror weren’t my own; they were cold, calculating, filled with a malevolence that chilled me to the bone. Before I could react, the room seemed to shift around me, and I was no longer in the attic.

I was standing in the crypt. The air was thick with the scent of earth and decay, the only light coming from flickering candles that cast long shadows on the walls. I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Arjun, his eyes glowing red, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” he said, his voice a low growl. “This place is mine, and you will join me in my eternal torment.”

Panic gripped me as I realized there was no escape. Arjun advanced, his form shifting, becoming more monstrous with each step. Just as he reached out to me, the scene dissolved, and I found myself back in the attic, the mirror shattered at my feet.

I fled the mansion, the rain washing away the terror that clung to my skin. As I reached the safety of my home, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the V mansion had marked me, that its dark legacy would haunt me forever.

Years passed, but the memories of that night never faded. I tried to move on, but strange things kept happening around me. Objects moved on their own, whispers filled the silence, and shadows seemed to follow me. The darkness of the Varma mansion had taken root in my life, a constant reminder of the horrors I witnessed.

I began to research, desperate to find a way to rid myself of this curse. I learned of others who had experienced similar hauntings, their lives torn apart by forces beyond their control. I came across stories of necrophilia, demonic possessions, and the psychological and physical impacts of such encounters.

I reached out to these people, forming a support group of sorts, sharing our experiences,, and seeking solace in the knowledge that we weren’t alone. Together, we delved into the darkest corners of the human psyche, uncovering truths that were as terrifying as they were fascinating.

One night, during a particularly intense session, I met a woman named Anjali. Her story mirrored mine; her life was forever changed by a brush with the supernatural. I felt a connection with her, a bond forged in the fires of shared trauma.

Anjali told me of a ritual—an ancient rite that might free me from the darkness. It’s dangerous, she warned, but it’s our only hope. Desperation drove me to agree, and together we gathered the necessary items: candles, a dagger, and a book bound in human skin.

The ritual took place in the dead of night, the moon hidden behind thick clouds. We stood in the center of a circle, with Anjali chanting words in a language I didn’t understand. The air grew heavy, the shadows deepened as the ritual progressed.

Suddenly, a chill ran through me, and I felt a presence, dark and powerful. I saw Arjun, his form shifting between human and demon, his eyes glowing with malevolence. He reached for me, but this time, I was ready.

With a cry, I plunged the dagger into my own hand, the pain grounding me, and giving me strength. I repeated the words Anjali taught me, feeling the power of the ritual flow through me. The air crackled with energy, and with a final shout, I banished Arjun, the darkness lifting as he was torn from my soul.

I collapsed, exhausted but free. The shadows receded, the whispers faded, and for the first time in years, I felt at peace. I looked at Anjali, gratitude and relief flooding my heart.

The ordeal had left its mark on me, but I’d survived. I’d faced the darkness and emerged victorious, stronger !

Questions to Ponder

What do you think were the initial signs of Arjun’s descent into madness? Could anything have been done to prevent his spiral into necrophilia and demonic possession?
Do you believe Father Joseph’s exorcism was purely a religious ritual, or did it also have psychological implications for Arjun and his family? What does this suggest about the power of belief in combating evil?
After leaving the mansion, I continued to experience strange occurrences. What does this suggest about the long-term impact of supernatural encounters? Can such experiences ever truly be left behind?
During the final ritual, why was it necessary to inflict pain upon themselves? What does this act symbolize in the context of overcoming evil?

Human Talk # 2 Who is the strongest: The ones who express all their feelings openly or the ones who always smiles even amidst being depressed themselves?

January 22, 2020January 22, 2020 The Unconventional Monk1,101 Comments

We as humans always like those who treat us well. Especially the ones who make us feel special & valued and the ones who always smiles at us and show kindness. But have you ever thought, what may be going inside that person: How did he/she learn to be so kind and how can they smile always? Did they have that trait right from birth or they have acquired it seeing others doing it or are they doing it because they know the value of kindness and love!!

They might have been in situations where they desperately wished for a lovely gesture or a kind listener, which they never got then. They might be still carrying the pain of those experiences, still depressed over it. But since they know the value of Kindness & love, they may try their best to give it to others. At what expense they might be doing that is the most concerning question.

Doesn’t mean that everybody is like this. There will be many who are genuinely so happy and who loves to spread happiness and kindness. We are talking about the group, who are suffering from inside, but won’t show it outside and meanwhile even try to make others happy.

So, who is the strongest: The ones who are happy inside & spreading happiness or the ones who are suffering inside and still trying to spread happiness & kindness??

Let me tell you the story of Samantha, someone whose memories still hurts whenever I think about her. I met Samantha when I was working in a metro city in India. A typical Punjabi girl with almost 6 ft height and the built of a man. Yet she was feminity at its best. She was almost my age and pursuing her third Post graduate program when I met her. She already had LLB, BBA, MBA and MSc under her belt and was currently pursuing her MSW. And we met for the first time, while she was trying to be a part of the social service (CSR) initiative of my company since it was needed for her project work.

I was handling those projects, so she was sent to me with her presentation and for the next one hour, she talked nonstop about her ambitions about the project and how she can help us in that. I actually wondered how can somebody remain so active with the same energy level for so long. I was very curious to know more about her. But I was running late for a meeting, so gave my contact details and told her that she will be informed about the selection in a week. Then I got busy with other meetings and by evening when I checked my mobile, there was a message from Samantha asking whether it was possible to have dinner together. Normally I avoid such situations because I always prefer to play safe and avoid situations which may land me in trouble. But for some reason, I couldn’t say No or avoid the message. I messaged YES and the next second she called me and fixed the location and timing. I was very curious and excited at the same time to meet her.

We met at the location as fixed by her, which was one of the famous poolside resto. We got seated comfortably. She was wearing a yellow floral single piece long skirt and I could see everybody’s eyes on her when we were walking. But she was not bothered. After initial chit chats, I asked her “ Why so may qualifications “.She laughed and said, the moment I stop studying, my family will get me married. She told that hers is a big business family in Punjab with many industries and business under their belt. She was the only kid and ultimately the only heir to all these. So they were looking forward to get her married and give the business to both of them. She didn’t want to get married and reached a final agreement with family like “ Till you want to study you study. Once you are done with studies, then marriage “ and hence she was choosing one course after the other.

We had a very good time together and many more like that and within the next few months, due to some circumstances, she moved into my apartment. I was a bachelor and had a single bedroom flat then, So we used to share the same bed. My friends used to pull my legs, most of the time out of jealousy. All they could see and say was how gorgeous she was and what all we might be doing in bed 😊

But the fact was we had a special relation, something which was tough to understand for an outsider. We used to kiss each other, but that was the kiss of a friend. We used to hug each other and sleep, without the slightest sexual feeling. I still remember coming fully drenched in rain one night, and getting drunk, and hugging & sleeping and realizing in the morning that we are naked. She used to tell me all kind of sexual tips. I used to do everything for her, including the most private of the things. We were like the best soul partners, one soul and one body.

She had a lot of very short relations in between and I was still playing the role of a broken heart Romeo, over a love failure I had three years ago. And then I had to move to another city. I left the apartment to her and moved out. She visited me a few times after that, we had a blast whenever she came except the last time I met her. She asked me a few questions casually then, to which I replied and then she left.

We never met after that. All the questions she asked me when we met last time, and the reason why we haven’t met after that, still rings in my ear and hurts me a lot. But let me share that in the next part…

Till then questions to think over :

Is there any chance that Samantha was hiding her emotions?

What may be the reason why we never met after her last visit, which happened almost 12 years ago??

Is it possible to have a healthy relationship like this between a man & a lady ??

Demon Talk #2 Are we created by God and raised by Demons or the other way around…what makes them so different in our mind ??

January 8, 2020April 8, 2020 The Unconventional Monk1,266 Comments

Do read Demon Talk #1 before this post to get continuity.

No matter whether you are a Christian or not, we all have heard the biblical story of the First Man Adam and his wife Eve. We know Eve as the first lady, who was created from the ribs of Adam. Such a lovely romantic story which will melt our heart 😊

But how many of you have heard about Lilith, who as per old Jewish & Abrahamic tradition was the first wife of Adam? If you search her name in google, the first thing you will see is “Lilith: The most dangerous Demoness and the Queen of Demons, who has a fearsome reputation as a kidnapper & murder of children and seducer of men. Let us think about it as a folklore or a story: but how did the real first lady landed being portrayed as the first demoness??

Going deep into the folklore will give you the answers. Eve was created out of the rib of Adam, whereas Lilith was created out of the same sand from which Adam was created. Lilith was created to be equal as Adam, whereas Eve was created as submissive. Adam & Lilith was created with independent existence and were supposed to co-exist in a mutually accepted relation. But as per the story, it didn’t work out, coz of the simple reason that Lilith was not ready to be submissive to Adam and take his orders. And she went out into the restricted land of all the banished creatures (demons) and thereby eventually becoming the Queen of Demons. Then Eve was created and rest is history and known to everyone, so not going into those details 😊

So are Demons just entities we feel are superior to us and we cannot control-So we give it a scary negative image. Or are they really existing around us, with an evil intention to harm us ??

Now let us continue with the story of Lily. I had a lot of questions and scary thought about the experience of that night. Had a lot of questions to ask her, the main one being, why did she leave the note “ Thanks a lot for the beautiful night “.I had to wait till the next weekend to meet her again since I had to travel out of state for a few meetings. Exactly one week after, we met again.

It was late evening around 7 pm when I entered into her usual hangout pub. Was not sure whether I was more excited or scared to meet her. And then I saw her, bubbly as usual sitting with her friends. I was in double mind to approach her or not, but the moment she turned to my side, she waved at me and then came towards me. My heart was beating so fast, the closer she got. To my surprise, she came and hugged me and said “ Thanks for coming. I was waiting for you. Didn’t want to have my drinks before you reached “ !!

She was super excited and was walking around, holding my hand in hers and introducing me to all her friends. I was in a total confused and lost state of mind, coz before last weekend night, we never had anything more than an occasional smile or a formal greeting. And here I am, being introduced to everyone as somebody so important to her.

In between somebody offered her a drink and she declined saying that she will have it later. I saw surprise in the face of everybody who heard her answer. She asked me to dance with her on the dance floor and as if under some magic I agreed ( even though I haven’t seen a worse dancer than me 😊). It was slow music and hugging me softly while moving her body with mine, she whispered in my ears “ I know you have a lot of questions for me, I am ready to answer now “

She led me to a corner table, which was calm and almost out of the view of everyone. Even when we sat, she was still holding my hand. I had a lot of questions to ask her, but I felt lost sitting there..lost in the moment or out of fear ( I don’t know ). Somehow I asked her, why she left such a note. She replied “ coz I had a beautiful night after a long time. Finally, I found someone with whom I can be who I am “.I was speechless and confused. Inside my mind questions regarding the experience of the warm & cold feeling, the different face I saw and the reply she told now, was suffocating me.

She smiled at me again and touched my cheeks with both her hands. And there it goes again, my left cheek felt like it was touching ice cubes and right cheeks felt like, it was near a fire. She asked, “Isn’t that your first question “.

I was just mesmerized and motionless, but still facing her. Her hands were still on my cheeks. Then she told,” Do not be scared of me. I will never hurt you. I am you now & you are me now. “And then I saw the face change again. Last time it was a sudden glance, but this time I was sitting there and watching the new face. Any normal situation, I would have fallen head and heals for her, coz the face was so beautiful, such beauty that I felt cannot compare to anyone I have ever seen. I don’t know, how long I sat like that. But then the face was slowly changing back, and I saw a face without skin dripping blood from the flesh. I was shivering uncontrollably and sweating a lot, but no voice came out of me. And then it was lily’s face.

It took some time for me to be normal. Lily sat silent till then, still holding my hands. And then she stood up, kissed me on my cheeks and whispered silently in my ears “ I love you a lot and I need you…I won’t let anyone even touch you “ !!.And she left.

I just sat there for hours and my friends had to drop me at my flat after pub hours. Everyone thought I was drunk, but I didn’t have a single drop of alcohol. For the first time in my life, I didn’t have any clue what was happening and what is in stock for the next day. I was totally lost !!

The next time we met, lily told me about the other face. The name and the story behind the face. And that changed my life. Will share it in next post…

Till then think about :

Is lily a hypnotist, who has put me under hypnosis and making me imagine all these things ??

If it was such a frightening experience, why did I meet her again next week ??

Are demons evil or just portrayed as evil ??

Angel Talk #1 Are there angels around us? if so, why are they here?

January 3, 2020January 3, 2020 The Unconventional Monk1,150 Comments

We hear a lot of stories about angels and fairies from childhood. Some of them like tooth fairies, we tell our kids too. But have you ever thought about “who or what are these angels? Are they really here? What is their purpose? “

From what I have experienced, to feel and understand an angelic presence, a blind leap of faith and trust is always required. We cannot understand it with a sceptical mind, due to the very simple reason that they are not here to prove anything. Their sole purpose is to help, protect and guide us in following our life purpose. The catch here is that they will always give it only as suggestions (messages you will receive as intuitions, synchronous numbers, Universe symbols, so on…). And they will leave it to us, to use our FREE WILL to decide what to do. Angels will never interfere in your free will and they never keep any grudge/ill feeling coz you didn’t listen to what they said. They will keep on trying to help you move towards your life purpose(if not this life, then next 😊)

Everybody has a guardian angel/angels to help and guide. We get so manipulated by internal and external constraints that, we stop listening to the messages they give us. And Guardian angels are the lowest in the ranking of the angels. For just information purpose, the hierarchy of angels are of nine orders/ranking: Seraphim-Cherubim-Thrones-Dominions-Virtues-Powers-Principalities-Arch angels-Guardian angels. And we are going to just talk about Arch angles & Guardian angels, who work more closely with us

Let me now tell about the life-changing incident faced by Sanjay. He was in his mid-30s when the incident happened. He was by all definition of society, a successful professional with a bright career and a well-settled family. His wife had decided to be a homemaker, taking care of their 2 daughters in their 3-bedroom apartment in a posh locality in Mumbai. Everything was going so well and then the incident happened…

During one of the monsoons, Sanjay had to go to the next city for an emergency meeting. Flights were delayed due to the rain and so he decided to drive till there. The meeting got over by late evening and Sanjay was planning to reach home for dinner since he needed only a 3-hour drive to reach home.

He started driving back through the express highway and in half an hour heavy rain with wind started. There was also heavy lightning and thunder. The visibility was getting difficult and Sanjay decided to park on the roadside for some time. He switched on the hazard lights of the car and tried calling his wife. After several tries call got connected and his wife told that roads have started flooding in Mumbai and even power supply is gone. They were on generator back up and didn’t know how long it will last. The kids were frightened and had started crying. Sanjay tried to speak to the kids, but the call got cut off and he couldn’t reconnect even after multiple tries.

Sanjay felt really restless and wanted to reach home asap. So even though there was a strong logical feeling against it, he decided to continue driving. There were few cars parked just ahead. When his car started moving, he saw a lady coming out of one car, drenching in rain and waving her hands frantically at him. Sanjay noticed instantly that she was wearing business attire and without any second thought, stopped the car near her. She opened the door and said “Hi. My name is Meenakshi, I am travelling towards Mumbai and my car has a breakdown. Is it possible to give me a lift till where ever possible “? Sanjay told her that he is also going to Mumbai and he will give her a lift till there. Meenakshi went to her car, took her bags and got into Sanjay’s car after locking hers. And their journey started….

With very few conversations itself, both of them made good rapport. Sanjay came to know that she was working as the top executive of a fashion brand and was on her return way after an event promo in Pune. She was in her early 30s and single. Meenakshi was wet and didn’t have any spare dress. So, she was managing herself in a wet dress. She was a charmer and in no time, Sanjay got very attracted to her talks and her subtle laughs. He was fast moving into a trance state of mind. He was driving so effortlessly and the heavy rain, lightning and thunder had no effect on him. His mind was only fixed on the coffee, which Meenakshi had promised to make when he drops her in her flat (which for his surprise , she told as right next to his street).

Next 2 hour went fast like this and they reached Mumbai very smoothly amidst all the chaos. Meenakshi directed him towards her street and suddenly his car hit a bike rider, who appeared from nowhere (as always). Sanjay suddenly stopped the car and got out to check what had happened. To his relief, the bike rider got up and apologized and said that it was his mistake. Sanjay helped him to get the bike started and he rode off. Relieved, Sanjay got back into the car and when he turned to speak to Meenakshi, she was not in her seat!!

Sanjay was startled. He got out of the car and enquired to people who were standing in and around there. But no one saw a lady getting out of the car! Sanjay checked with everyone there, everybody said..we didn’t see anyone !!

Sanjay was speechless and somehow got into the car. And due to some intuition, he touched the seat on which Meenakshi was sitting. There was not a single drop of water or wetness on the seat. It was as dry as an unused seat. Sanjay trembled with fear and somehow managed to drive his car to his apartment, next street.

He reached his flat and still the power was gone. On seeing him, his neighbour came running to him and told that his elder daughter slipped down the floor and she had a concussion and was in hospital. They were waiting to do an emergency operation, but holding it, since hers was a rare blood group O- and they didn’t have enough in their blood bank. He rushed to the hospital and the surgery successfully happened immediately after, since his blood group was the same 😊

Next day, sitting near his daughter’s Hospital bed, Sanjay was reading the newspaper. He saw the main caption “Landslide due to torrential rain in Mumbai-Pune highway.2 dead and traffic blocked till things are cleared “. Sanjay froze when he noticed in the news that, the mishap had happened exactly at the same spot where he had parked his car.

So, what do you all think… Meenakshi was an angel or was it all in his head?

More intense experiences to follow… 😊

Till then, just think about:

If Meenakshi was really an angel, why did it take the form of a lady, drenched in rain?

How did Sanjay’s mood change so fast in the presence of a charming lady?

Is our mind capable of creating such vivid imaginations?

Human talk #1 What makes us feel more human…Our weaknesses or strengths?

January 2, 2020 The Unconventional Monk63 Comments

Each one of us is unique and special in our own way with a particular set of weaknesses and strengths inside us. The combination of these character traits keeps on changing every moment, depending on the situation faced and our approach to it. Sometimes we get too scared of the situation, that we forget about our strengths and it is just the weakness part which will act.

How can you control these combinations, so that it will be always in your advantage? Or as a human, is it not possible to control it? When we are on top of a situation or winning over anything/anyone, we feel that we are on top of the world then. Do we feel like a human then or as we are some superior being?

Let me share the story of Adhira, a girl whom I knew since her childhood. As a single kid, Adhira was close to her parents, highly energetic and always with a happy face whenever I saw her. When she was 10 years old, they relocated to another part of the country. I saw her next after 5 years and I couldn’t believe my eyes when I met her. She was with her mother and was shabbily dressed, her hair uncombed and dirty. She was not even bothered about the stink which was coming from the dress she was wearing. I was really shocked to see her like that and was almost in tears.

Her mother told that she started behaving like this since last one year. She started hating to go to school, stopped taking bath, her whole hygiene level went downhill and she lost interest in everything. They took her to many psychiatrists, who put her under all sort of anti-depressant and sleeping pills. But nothing changed, months passed and she was still the same. She stopped talking to her father and tried to stay away from her mother as much as possible. She never smiled or cried for a year, it was always a blank face. Her mother wanted to try getting her back to her childhood good memories and that’s why brought her to visit us and the place.

I felt there was something inside her, which she was hiding vehemently from everyone, including her parents. I tried talking to her and make her cheer up. But she was just unresponsive to everything. I thought, maybe if there is some privacy, she may share things with me since I was like an elder sibling to her. So, we went inside my room and kept it closed. Again, next half an hour, I tried everything I could do to open her up, but alas…she was just too uptight!!

And then it happened…. My driver was just standing outside the window and he was talking to his family over mobile. The speaker was on and the sound was very loud. I moved towards the window and was going to call him to lower the voice, but then I heard his 5-year-old daughter’s voice speaking childishly to him. It was so sweet and innocent that a smile came to my face and I just didn’t want to stop the call. Then I heard a very loud cry and when I turned to that side, Adhira was crying loud and hysterically ran to her and hugged her. She cried and cried for almost half an hour and then she told the incident in between her tears.

She was very close to both her parents. Her mother being a scientist, had to travel in between for conferences. Her father used to take care of her things very well during her mother’s absence and she was very proud of it. And one such night, when she was half asleep, her father came to her room. She could smell an unusual stench of cigarettes and alcohol from him and then HE MOLESTED HER.HIS OWN DAUGHTER…she tried to scream and scream, but even a feeble sound didn’t come out of her. And he went out as if nothing happened

Next morning her mother came. She could not face her. She couldn’t face anyone. And then what became of her in next one year was right Infront of me.

I called her mother inside and told her what happened. To my surprise, she silently listened till the end, without any reactions. Then she stood up and asked me “Can you Pls take care of Adhira for a day. I will return in a day “. I said Yes, and without even looking at her, she went away.

She did return in a day and then the first thing she did was to hug Adhira and both of them cried a lot. She told why she left last day “I wanted to make myself worthy of hugging my daughter “.She went to her apartment, filed a police complaint against her husband, filed a divorce petition and even threw away all his belongings from the apartment which was in her name and got a restraint order against him before she returned.

Adhira got better after that day. Her mother stayed strong with her and together they fought their way out 😊

Adhira’s story had a happy ending. Not everyone is lucky to have that. Next time will share the story of Samantha, which will definitely put you all in tears (if Adhira has not done it yet)

Few questions till then to think:

If Adhira, was so close to her mother, why did she not share her horrific experience to her, the next day itself?

Why did she become like how she was – dirty & shabby?

Even when psychiatrists couldn’t help her then finally how did she open up?

Demon Talk #1 Demons: Are they real or just mind games?

January 1, 2020January 2, 2020 The Unconventional Monk145 Comments

Do you all really feel that there are demons around us or is it just a manipulation staged by our mind??

I have experienced personally and heard first-hand information from so many regarding their encounters with demons. By demons, I meant here, not the demons inside us, but the demons or lower energy or lower entity (whatever you want to name it) which is present all around us. Once I understood more about demonology and parapsychology, I realized that a good percentage of these stories were indeed manipulation of mind. But there were real incidents where these energies were playing with the person involved.

Even if it is real or a manipulative image, the first thing most of us will associate with it is “fear” or being frightened. Now, what creates this fear?? Is it the feeling that you are going to be harmed or is it due to the helplessness you feel standing in front of somebody, something far superior to you?

Let me share the experience of Lily (name changed for privacy). Lily was 21 when I met her first in a metropolitan city in India. Very beautiful, lively and being an independent girl, she was the center of attraction, where ever she went. She was a true party girl, with booze and one-night stands during every weekend. One similar weekend, she got really wasted and since my apartment was the nearest, we carried her to my place. To my surprise, after an hour of sound sleep, she woke up very fresh and started having normal casual conversations with me.

I was feeling intrigued by her energy level and the way she was seductively using her body and voice. But for some reason, I was feeling really uncomfortable and scared too. I kept saying to myself that the mind is playing with me.

According to her request, we went out in the balcony for some fresh air. I was standing on her left side and when her shoulder touched me, it was very cold. I was so scared that, I somehow shifted to the other side and then it was really warm at that side. She was mysteriously smiling and she was enjoying my scared face & trembling hands. She faced me then and was laughing and talking nonstop. All of a sudden, she stopped and just calmly looked at me. The look turned into a stare and then it happened!! I saw another face in place of face of Lily, somebody much younger and traditional. The new face was smiling, but my heart skipped a beat. I wanted to scream and run, but I froze.

There she is, still looking at me and smiling, and I fainted. Next thing I remember is waking up peacefully in my bed. There was a note on the table near my bed “Thanks a lot for the beautiful night “

I told myself, that it was all just a dream and my mind played a funny game with me. But, my next experience with her proved that it was not a dream!!