Phantom Chains, Jan 24, 2009 , 11:20 PM

I wake up.  It's dim in the room, I look around remembering I was sleeping in Mac's room. I reminisce on the dream I had just woken up from.  It was such a cool dream, though I can't recall it right now. Mac is sleeping next to me.

Suddenly, I hear something moving across the room.  It sounded like shifting of papers or scratching.  No one else was in the room except Mac and I. Very curious, and eerily suspicious that something ethereal was present, I move to look up and see the visitor. Immediately, an unseen force holds my head down.  My arms, fingers, and mouth also felt bound. However, my eyes are wide open, looking around. Above me was a very, very slight, wisp of movement--which was mostly invisible.

Growing  up, I've been taught to use my faith to battle unseen presences, as they could be demons.

So, I tried to say my cry of faith,  "Get away in the name of  Jesus!"  My mouth could hardly move, yet I found it easier to say the phrase if I said it slowly.  I started to audibly speak the phrase, but it was coming out like moans.  Sort of embarrassed about sounding like a retard and worried that Mac, an atheist, would hear my meager attempts at vocalizing, I brought myself to try and whisper it out. He would have found my vocalizing silly. My mouth was difficult to move and would otherwise remain open, but I used as much will that I had to make it say the phrase.

Before I could mouth the entire phrase, many voices suddenly and clearly whispered in unison, tauntingly into my ear and head saying, "In the name of Jesus! In the name of Jesus! In the name of Jesus!," in a fast sort of chant.  I felt as though it were mocking me and rejoicing in its efforts in controlling my motor skills and preventing me from saying what I wanted to say.

Throughout the whole episode, I was feeling challenged and fearless. I decided to say what I wanted to say through my thoughts, believing that whatever it was would be able to hear it.  I thought to myself, "I believe in a power that is greater than you, get away in the name of God."

With that, my hands released, and then my neck and mouth.

A rush of victory coursed within me and felt strong in what I believed in; assured that a greater power was indeed on my side. Mac woke up at the next moment. I was excited to tell him what I had
just gone through, trying to make it as secular a narration as I could.

I recall several stories from friends who had discribed their experience with being frozen, and all their scientific discourse on the matter.  However, I found my experience was unique to theirs' in many ways:

1. Something was moving in the room.
2. I had been awake for at least 2 minutes, eye-balling my surroundings before I got frozen.
3. I could make audible noise.
4. I heard a unison of voices speaking at a in clear loud whisper, and unmistakable English, in my ears and head.

Maybe, it was sleep paralysis...but, I don't think so.

It brought to mind how the recent turn of events of my life have really made me stronger in my faith than ever before. I almost felt ready for another encounter. I felt ready to challenge whatever force wanted to fool with me again, because something real, something greater, was indeed on my side.