It's in the eyes...

The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t mine. While washing my face I leaned in closely to the mirror to gaze deeply into my own eyes. I felt like the skin suit I was wearing wasn’t really mine and for a split second, I thought the image looking back at me was someone else. I quickly pulled back to clear the absurd thoughts running through my head. Why was I thinking like that?

We have all heard the saying that “the eyes are the mirror to soul”. When I looked into mine they seemed dark and sinister, and for a brief moment I swear I saw the eyes of a lizard looking back at me. The Matrix immediatley came to mind; was the image of the person I’ve known as me, falling away and my true essence shining through? And why now? With so much talk of spiritual warfare, the devil, extra-terrestrial beings, and all the mysteries surfacing in the world today, is it possible that I’m not from this world?

This isn’t the first time these thoughts have come to me. My first experience, speculation or questioning of who I was took place in 1990, when I thought I had a walk-in spirit, (a walk-in spirit is one that takes over the body that another soul originally inhabited, either temporarily or permanently). I was at work finishing lunch heading towards the back-hall staircase which lead to the second floor. As I reached the stairs, I lifted my foot onto the first step when suddenly I asked myself, “what am I in?” I knew it wasn't me talking or partaking in the conversation. I saw black shadow around my eyes. It felt like I was wearing one of those black plastic mask that you wear at Halloween, the ones with the small slits that made it hard to see. It was like my peripheral vision was restricted. I remember lifting my hand up to my face to look at what my body looked like, and then quietly saying, "oh" and proceeded up the stairs. When I got to the top of the landing the feeling dissipated. I didn’t tell anyone about it because I couldn’t explain it, people would have thought me weird. I went about my day as usual and didn’t think about it again, until 2010.

After the birth of my daughter and the death of my father in the same year, several strange occurrences began happening around me. I always knew that I was different, meaning I could see, hear, feel, sense and smell things around me. However, the magnitude or strength in which these gifts began to develop took place shortly after my fathers passing. I was never afraid of them, well with the exception of being pulled out of bed at night. That feeling of being paralyzed and you think you’re screaming out loud, but really not making a sound. To make a long story short, I heard and saw things that would frighten many. Its was hard to share with others, without them thinking I was crazy, but for some reason I was excited about what was happening. Especially the voicemail messages I would receive at work from spirits that obviously crossed over and wanted to communicate.

My mother and I agreed to remove all the mirrors from the home, because we felt that it was a portal for unknown spirits to cross through. Looking into any mirror made me uncomfortable. Of course, there was a mirror in the bathroom or a small one that I would use to get ready in the morning, but to this day, I don’t hang mirrors. I always felt that I could see into the soul of a person, by just looking into their eyes, or watching their body language, it tells a lot about a person.

I rolled over in my bed last night, and as I shifted my body I saw a dark black shadow person leaning over me, I gasped and shut my eyes and then quickly opened them againto find that he was gone. I say “he” because that is what the energy felt like. I have seen that same shadow on another occasion. I tried and an OBE, an out of body experience and when I felt a shock run through my body my eyes opened and I saw him standing at the end of my bed, I told him I wasn’t scared and to get out. I had seen enough of you dark spirits and closed my eyes and dropped back to sleep. Strange right?

However, the most freighting experience to date was a discussion with a man who never really looked me in the eyes when speaking and when he finally did, it shook me to the core. I guess he wanted to make a point. Let me preface this by saying, God, Spirit or the Divine always said, that people are brought into your life to show you a reflection of yourself. What I saw was a depth of darkness so terrifying, it was like looking into a soul-less being without light. Dark, dark, dark energy. His eyes they looked like that of a reptilian, snake or lizard. This all happened in a split second. With that kind of intent, I’m sure this person noticed the startled look on my face as I turned white in fear. So my is was this person showing me a glimpse of their true self or myself? I have not seen him since that experience. And I honestly I have to believe this was not me, but what if it was?