Succubus

My father was a sailor. He was gone anywhere from six to nine months of the year. When he would return home from being overseas, he would sit and drink beer for hours.

He was a very handsome and charming man, with eyes as blue as the clearest sky. Because he was born and raised in Tennessee, he had a voice and accent just like Elvis, even when he sang.

My father was never faithful to my mother, but he was devoted. There were many times she caught him diddlying around with a neighbor; babysitter; or prostitute; - no matter where we moved. This broke my mother’s heart over and over again. Sometimes I think about how difficult it must have been for her, to be in the United States, so far away from all her loving family in the Philippines. (My mom was as beautiful as she was tough.)

My goodness, they didn’t even have a car, phone, or stroller. In order to go grocery shopping, my mom would put us in a little red wagon, and pull it all they way there and back. In the early 1960’s, we weren’t allowed to stand in the check-out line for whites; there was separate one to the side, for colored people or foreigners. This story happened during that time, when we lived in one of the oldest houses in the National City/San Diego area. I am told it still stands today. I’d like to revisit it as an adult one day.

The house was a dark grey, because the wood was weathered and unpainted. I remember it had a squeaky, white, wooden screen door in front. The bathroom had a door right next to the commode, that led to the outside, but outside the door, there was no landing or stairs, just a long 10 foot drop straight to the ground. The neighbors to the left of us had a fruitful fig tree on the side, and lots of bees. I believe there was a Filipino family that lived across the street, who lived in a yellow house.

We all slept in the same room, in the same bed.

My father had gotten shit face drunk and had passed out on the bed. I was laying next to him. I was young enough to still drink milk out of a bottle. (Baby bottles were made of heavy glass back then.) My mother was in the front room.

All was quiet until I my mother heard me screaming at the top of my lungs! She rushed in and saw me pointing at my father. My screams must have awoken him too, because his beautiful blue eyes popped right open in terror! On top of him, there was an old hag looking woman, with long, stringy, gray hair, straddling and grinding on him, even though his pants were zipped. Her bony arms with long broken fingernails were holding him down. His mouth was open as if he were trying to scream. The entity remained on top of him, steadily sucking his every breath away. His eyes were bulging and his face was turning blue. There was a cord of light flowing from his open mouth into hers. My mom was shocked and startled by what she saw! She tried to push the thing off my father and wake him up, but the being wasn’t tangible or solid, so her efforts were fruitless. She grabbed me and pulled me away from the situation. In that moment, my little warrior self must have been triggered, because my mom said I stopped screaming and crying and got very serious. This caught the entities attention. She grinned as if amused, which is when I yelled as loud as loud can be at that age, “DON’T!!!!!!!!”, and threw my bottle towards the entity. It screeched and disappeared.   

Decades later, after my son was born, my father would ask me if I remembered the incident. I told him I did. He began to recount his experience to me. The seriousness of his voice told me he wasn’t kidding. He said he fell asleep with me next to him and dreamed a beautiful woman was trying to seduce him, but he could see me sleeping right next to him, so he said, “No.” This angered the woman, but she kept insisting in her sexual advances, morphing into an evil-like hag. He became paralyzed – half awake/half asleep. Caught in-between. He couldn’t breathe. He felt like his life was being sucked out of him. He said her eyes were total darkness. He could hear me screaming, but he was unable to respond. He started to lose consciousness, when my mom enter the room and tried to get the thing off of him. He said she was yelling in Tagalog at the entity, and calling on God and Jesus Christ to rebuke it.

He was grateful my screaming and crying got my mother’s attention, but his feeling of helplessness was overwhelming. He was supposed to protect us, not the other way around. He thought he was going to die. He started to pray in his mind too, for God to help him and protect his family. He said there was this strange humming sound, as if he was caught in a tunnel of some sort. The next thing he remembered was my bottle soaring through the air and striking the entity. It writhed in agony and disappeared. (Yup, I’ve always had a good throwing arm.)

Being a seasoned Golden Seer, I now know the entity was a Succubus/Demon/Djinn/Vampire - more ancient than time. The excessive alcohol in my father’s system made him vulnerable to the entity. She was feeding off his sexual energy.

Consistently, over the decades, I have witnessed how alcoholic beverages open holes in one’s aura/energy field. Over time, those holes become big enough for other entities – lower frequency vibrations/parasites to latch on. These entities/parasites feed off the host, until they totally consume the host’s soul and personality. They multiply by stimulating dissatisfaction, anger, mistrust, greed, et cetera… When an alcoholic is experiencing black-outs, the entity is anchored in, and will be relentless in destroying the individual’s life and the lives of those he/she/they are connected with. (As a side note, Cannabis/Marijuana does the exact opposite. Entities/parasites are neutralized by the smoke of Cannabis, and find it very difficult to latch on to the human energy field. I figure the difference is, God/dess created Cannabis; man created alcohol.

True story.

Many Blessings,

Mamakeeya