Part 2 - When Possession Strikes: A Guide to What NOT to Do

Trigger Warning: SCARY LEVEL 8

Emerging from 27 days of bed rest due to a month-long Covid nightmare, I drove to my 33rd birthday party—a Tulum-themed picnic.

The party itself was incredible. However, en route, a bizarre incident unfolded. My boyfriend heard me say something that I never said. He had an extreme outburst, claiming I told him to shut up and he threatened to leave the car. I was confused, I didn’t say that and he never yelled at me like that before. We had been dating for almost four years and never saw this behavior. I tried to explain to him, but it just continued to escalate.

Suddenly, in the middle of this argument, some lesbian chick—who seems possessed by a demon—jumps in front of my car and starts screaming at me. I realize I’m in the middle of a protest.

Our eyes lock and we both just lose it. We started screaming at each other. How convenient, both of us happened to be enraged before our meeting .03 seconds ago. That’s when she JUMPED on the hood of my car! It took everything in me not to launch this person off my car. Another driver tries to get through, and she hops off of my hood and dives toward them. This was my opportunity, so I swerved around a group of people and sped away.

I say, “Wow, that was crazy…” As I glimpse into the rearview mirror I see this aggressive demon person in an ugly orange car swerving through traffic on Beverly Boulevard, chasing me!

“She’s FUCKING FOLLOWING ME!!!” How did she get into a car so fast?! I do the only logical thing… start swerving and weaving through people to get away from her crazy-ass. This literally turns into a car chase! The car in front of me freezes up, hits the brakes, and boxes me in. The crazy bitch pulls up next to me, blocking me in further, gets out of the car, and charges toward me!

I roll up the window just in time for her to start beating the shit out of my car—punching my window, trying to break it, pulling my door handle, kicking my door! I was screaming my head off, telling my boyfriend to get his phone out and film her. Of course, he only captures me freaking out—not her trying to kill me! Finally, the light changes green and the people ahead of me move, and I quickly make an abrupt turn to get away… this person got back in her car and started chasing me again!!! Thankfully, my boyfriend finally gets the phone pointed at her and she realizes she’s being filmed and speeds away. Wish we would have thought to film her when she was on the hood of my car!

I pulled over and had a full meltdown. I had been sick for the last four weeks; this was my first time out and ended up in a car chase on the way to my birthday party. I burst into tears, I needed to get the hell out of LA because this place is demonic.

We get to my birthday party, and I'm frantic and hysterical. But everything ended up calming down and going so well. Some friends asked me if my boyfriend was doing OK. He had been acting a bit strange. I didn’t think much of it because he changed so much since Mount Shasta.

His ego had been getting a little out of control. He always had a big ego and a lot of confidence, but when you start feeling like a magician, you feel invincible. He wasn’t cleansing his energy after healing sessions. I encouraged him to make sure he maintained good energetic hygiene, especially as a healer.

Since I wanted to get out of LA, he asked me to move in with him... his roommate was moving out, and his rent was much cheaper than mine. We could save money to leave LA together. So I gave my apartment building 30 days' notice, and for the first time, I felt comfortable and safe enough in a relationship to move in with a guy.

We were on the beach together, and I told him, “I’m just feeling nervous because whenever I have big milestones in a relationship, something horrible happens. I am afraid to give up my apartment because I have been betrayed so many times. Is there anything going on I need to know?”

He assured me that there was nothing to worry about, and he was so excited about living together.

Within a week, everything had come crashing down.

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No- Tomorrow

One morning, he called me early, suggesting breakfast. Later, he canceled, explaining he was helping his roommate move out. I’m not a morning person anyway and I told him to help as needed. I ended up getting uncontrollably tired, feeling like I couldn’t stop myself from taking a nap. Little did I know it would be the only sleep that I had for days.

I woke up at 5 PM, realizing he hadn't called back. He had planned to come over after helping his roommate. I gave him a call, and he sounded strange and erratic. He said his friend was in town, a friend I’d never heard of. It was like he was having three different conversations at the same time.

He said he had to go and hung up on me.

My stomach dropped. I didn’t know this friend he was hanging out with. He didn’t have a lot of friends, especially not ones that I had never heard stories about. I called him back and asked him, "Are you with a girl?"

He tried to get off the phone, and I said, "I’m not gonna sit here all night wondering about what you’re doing. You need to tell me right now, are you with another girl?"

He said, yes.

I’ll never forget this moment because I was looking into the mirror when I asked him. It was suddenly so dark outside and the pink neon light in my apartment had taken over. In this pink glowing room, I looked into my own eyes in the mirror and screamed so loud, “You’re with another fucking girl?!”

I still find it hard to articulate the feeling. Betrayal, I've come to understand, resembles a shift in timelines. It not only shatters the present moment but also brings the future with that person to a halt. The hardest part, the past is completely rewritten. All of the moments that you shared are now covered with this deceptive backstory that is lingering under every single good memory you had together.

He quickly changed his answer to no, but it was too late; my reality had already shifted, spiraled, and been thrown on its head. He said, "I messed up. I’m not with a girl!"

"Are you there with a guy?" He said yes, then no, and told me that people were following him, and he might die.

"Tell me right now— who are you with?"

He said he couldn’t talk until later, and I said, "There is no later!"

He sounded so erratic. I asked, "Are you okay? You sound like you’re possessed or something."

He said, “I think I might be.”

His voice was all over the place, sounding like three different people having separate conversations. It would switch from him to someone else, and then to a version of himself I'd never heard before. He said he messed up with the healing stuff, and now beings are after him, and that he’s gonna die because someone is trying to kill him.

He tells me, "I’ll call you tomorrow."

I yelled, "There is no tomorrow. It’s over, we’re done, don’t ever speak to me again."

I hung up the phone and blocked him. I called friends, and my poor neighbors must’ve heard the whole thing so many times. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, telling the story, hanging up, and then calling another friend and telling them. Also, had to tell my building manager so I could keep my apartment.

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Beyond Yesterday's Door

It was also really messing with my head the way that his voice was changing and he was telling me three different answers and three different stories. It sounded like he was possessed. My friends had said it sounded like drugs. But he had never done drugs. I knew all of his stories. We talked all the time and retold so many stories from our past. I knew his whole history. I believed psychosis or demonic possession was more likely.

The next day he shows up at my door. I refused to open and only spoke to him through the peephole. I saw him, but he could not see me. He looked horrible. I didn’t look great either. I was a mess. I‘ve dealt with a lot of people dealing with addiction in my life, and I could see that he was not okay. It was such a mindfuck because I knew him so well, he didn’t do drugs! And I had just seen him a couple of days earlier. I begged him to please tell me what he took. And he was still, at that point, two different people. Part of him would answer like himself, and then he would click into this other personality that was honest but kind of evil-sounding.

It was like a split personality, two different people, and his body, voice, and mannerisms were flipping between them. The kind, sweet person I knew would say he didn't take anything in a heartfelt way.

Then he flipped and started talking in this other voice, which was scary but brutally honest. He said he had been cheating on me for the last two months with someone. About two weeks ago, this person convinced him to try speed.

I shrieked, "Speed?!?!?? You mean METH!?!"

Downplaying it, "No, it's not meth; it's speed."

I started cursing, "You fucking idiot, google what the fuck speed is!! It's fucking meth!!!!" I was already being dramatic but at this point, I completely crossed over to hysteria.

Oh my god! This is why the ghost of the man who died of a drug overdose kept saying his name to my friend!! (Read part 1 if you haven’t…)

It started to make sense why the last couple of weeks he looked so different, and why my friends were asking if he was okay. The way he had been acting and talking differently, the way his body changed so much. I demand he tell me everything, right now!!

He was still flipping back and forth between these two personalities. The nice one is lying, and the creepy evil one seemingly telling the truth. There was so much, one of the things he confesses that he's been in an online relationship with this woman for over ten years spanning long beyond our whole relationship.

He also confesses that another woman, who I had been concerned about and he assured me was just a friend, he had slept with several times throughout our relationship. There was much more, too much for here.

Then, he switched back to this nice version of himself, saying it wasn't true, and he still wanted to move in together. He claimed he never cheated on me, AFTER HE JUSTTT gave me detailed information about who, where, and when it happened.

Then he would switch back to the creepy version and tell me that the cheating was the truth, and that I didn’t deserve to be lied to and deceived the way he had been doing.

He begged to come inside, and I said, "No, you're never gonna see me again. I was so clear with you that if you ever cheated on me the moment I found out, you would never see me again.” He left.

Two of my best friends arrive, and I just throw myself into the backseat of their car and start crying. They had never seen me like this. Last I heard he was a cheating piece of shit. Now I'm concerned for his life. We had dinner, and then they took me for ice cream after. They helped me come up with the right way to approach his family.

I might have initially come off as a crazy scorned ex-girlfriend, getting revenge or something. But I had to get him out of LA. This is a very dark city, and if you are in a dark mental place, this is the worst place to be. Please get him out of this city today!

I am so grateful that they did. They are really good people. I unblocked him because of the dire situation, making sure he got on the flight. I spoke to him at the airport, and he kept trying to give excuses why he couldn’t get on the plane. And I said, please, I'm not getting off the phone with you until you have boarded that plane.

His family let me know that he made it home. They said he seemed fine. It was like that one personality had taken over and was tricking everyone into thinking he was okay. He was not okay.

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This whole thing had only been a couple of days after I did that 5D Activation.

I contacted the alien-reiki healer dude. He said, why didn’t you call me sooner?! He said that my now ex-boyfriend was possessed by an entity.

He explained to me that because my ex had been so open with the energy work, and his wizard Merlin shit... then doing hard drugs (and lying and cheating, living a double/triple/quadruple life) it ripped the veil open too far. He also claimed that there were dark forces behind the drugs going around in LA, that people are doing black magic on them and it’s causing people to become possessed. What the fuuuck was going on… my life days ago was completely different, arguably normal!

Maybe my ex was right when he was yelling that he messed up with the healing. How can someone work with beings while secretly lying and cheating? Was he met with that same deceptive energy in the astral plane? What if the beings he called in were just as deceptive as he was?

I would love to dismiss the whole thing as just drugs… but wild stuff was happening. A few days earlier, a friend of ours had lost a loved one. I would have thought it was a lucky guess, but my ex received a message from the other side like mediumship, with all these private details. There’s NO WAY he could have known that information about the last time they were together.

Looking back, I truly don't know 100% what the truth is... was he possessed, or was it just drugs, was it psychosis? Or was it a combination of all three?

And what about that 5D activation?! I seemed to exist in a different reality. It felt like every single day, the timeline got worse and scarier than the one before. I transitioned from having this sweet boyfriend, that I planned to move in with. I felt like we were stepping into The New Earth, surrounded by miracles. Then, after a nap, he was cheating on me. Subsequently, on drugs, followed by being possessed by an entity. Was this real? Was he simply going insane? What about me? Was I going insane to be going along with all of this? My entire reality had been rocked...

The reiki dude then gave me a list of 12 vows that my ex needed to say from the heart. The vows were nothing crazy; there was no pledging your soul or anything like that. They were vows I would take, basically to not harm others or yourself. The last vow was that he would not engage in any energy work on another person until all negative karma from the situation had been resolved.

Five days passed, and I was burnt out, only getting an hour of sleep each night. I knew I had to pass this information on to him.

I didn't know what to do except drive to the beach. My body was in a state of complete exhaustion and anxiety. I decided to dunk myself completely under the salt water and be covered in salt when I told him the vows for protection. I called my brother and started telling him my plan. Suddenly, a huge black fly landed on me, then another... and then suddenly, I was swarmed by these gigantic black flies. It was so scary; it seemed supernatural! I threw all my stuff in a bag and left the beach. What the hell, it was like a tornado.

I texted my ex, I needed to tell him that night. I was so afraid; I felt like I was living in a horror movie. When I got home, I called and I told him that he needed to say these vows to release anything that might be happening to him.

This shit literally turned into the exorcist when Linda Blair is trying to get the priest to stop and says all these crazy hurtful things. He started saying the most hurtful things that he had ever said to me; it didn't even sound like him. He brought up so many personal things that he would've never thrown in my face. He was saying in the most evil voice, and it was piling on.

That priest in the exorcist was a lot stronger than I was... Unlike that priest, I lost it, "Fuck you! You fucking piece of shit. Stay possessed then." and hang up and go in the shower to wash the salt off my body.

I was praying, saying Hail Marys. It’s crazy that I was never that religious, but we revert to the original things you looked to for protection in moments of fear.

I tried. I needed to get some sleep, was I delirious? I lay in my bed and said out loud, “Please, Archangel Michael, help him. I don’t know what else to do.” I wasn’t really into the archangel stuff; I just remember that before my grandmother passed away, she said I could always ask Archangel Michael for help if I needed to. She made a little clay statue of him when she was in the nursing home. Due to bad arthritis, the statue looked more like Mr. Bill than an angel, but that funny-looking thing is what I thought of at that moment. I closed my eyes, knowing I was protected. Let me wake up on a better timeline.

My phone rings… It’s almost midnight here, 3 AM where he was.

"Hello?"

“Jenn, you need to get out of your apartment! They are feeding on you!! Archangel Michael is here; he just came to me and told me they’re in your apartment, these beings, and they’re feeding on you!”

My blood ran cold; I jumped out of bed. I wasn't sure what this was. He sounded like the voice I was used to. I didn’t know what to believe.

He pleaded that I had to pack a bag and get out of LA, now! That I was never coming back to my apartment again. I had to leave everything behind and drive to Atlanta and be with my friend. He told me that he read the vows and that over 100 entities had left his body. Again, I will never know for sure what the truth is.

I called the alien-reiki dude. It was also 3 in the morning for him, but he answered. He said he was going to check in with his guides and ask for info. He told me, “They’re telling me that the people your ex was with know who you are.”

I said, “That’s impossible; he was cheating behind my back. I don’t know who any of these people are!”

“That’s just what they’re telling me; they know who you are and they are after you or want something from you.” He then did a distance healing and protection on me, and I did feel better after; it could've been a placebo effect. I literally felt like I’d been living in another reality for the last five days, I didn’t know what to believe anymore.

Even though I was feeling better, I needed to call my ex-boyfriend, and I asked him, “Who are these people? Why would they know me or be after me?!”

Sternly he said, “JENN, THEY’RE NOT PEOPLE! What don’t you understand about that? They are beings that are feeding on you!!!”

In the process of this, he ended up waking up his whole family, who were terrified at what they were seeing. He told the family that he had to get out of the house. The next day they got him some mental help. Like I said, I still don’t know what the truth is. How did he know I was calling out for Archangel Michael when he called me? Was this a drug-induced psychosis with some coincidences? Or was something more happening?

He called a few days later with a crazy proposition, telling me that some well-known names in the industry had contacted him in the astral, offering millions of dollars to work with them, and he already agreed. They wanted to make a deal with me too. Obviously, I told him I was not making any deals with whatever devil was talking to him. The whole thing was so devastating, seeing someone you care about in a state like this. I knew he would be safe with his family and I was available if they needed anything. I needed to get a grasp on reality myself, everything had changed.

A couple of weeks later, I had jokingly said to a friend that I needed a three-page HAND WRITTEN apology letter just to move forward. Oddly enough, one arrived in the mail days later. A handwritten three-page letter.

The whole thing absolutely breaks my heart. Sharing this is not easy, and I am not very open about my struggles. I didn't want to tell this story, but it has been weighing heavily on me for years now.

There are more updates on what happened after that, but they're not great. This isn't meant to be a documentary on my ex-boyfriend; it's for me to process a crazy thing that happened six months before I ended up somehow randomly becoming a TikToker. I have come to terms with a lot of this, and my feelings now about the situation are just compassion for him. I am beyond grateful for the relationship that we had. I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for his support of my weird beliefs and strange hobbies, and never doubting me, even if it was something super out there.

I deeply wish that I could've been better at seeing what was happening. I don't blame myself for everything because so much of it was due to his actions that I had no idea were going on.

I wish I was able to forgive sooner.

I sometimes wonder if there's a timeline that he perceives that is different than the one I have experienced for the last two years. Maybe he's on a timeline where things ended differently, and he ended up changing his life. Who knows?

Believing that there's a chance he could be experiencing a different reality is mostly a way to mitigate a lot of the heartbreak of the situation. I’m far beyond the betrayal; it's seeing someone self-sabotage so badly. As far as I know, the way everything has turned out since then, his situation got a lot worse.

I’m so grateful for the relationship we had, and one of my biggest regrets is not being able to forgive him before things got worse. Sometimes things get so bad that even if they betrayed you, it doesn't matter anymore. This experience taught me to just get there sooner—learn to forgive people sooner. Because sometimes it can get so bad that you don't even care what they did to you; you just want them to be OK.

It was about six weeks after the original incident that I received a call from him, and he sounded normal again. He had been on medication. He claimed he never did the drugs, and he had no recollection of the entire thing. But I saw him with my own eyes through the peephole, clearly under the influence. He did not remember most of what happened before the initial incident. He had almost no recollection of the entire experience.

He did explain to me that these voices had started several weeks before everything went down, which would have meant they might have been what he heard on the way to my party. He still claimed that he had never done the drugs. I don’t know if he genuinely didn’t remember or if he just did not want to admit to it. I also reminded him of all the things he confessed to me. He was shocked that I knew about the 10-year online relationship, the cheating, and the other instances. He seemed to not remember that we had broken up, but I was already almost two months into processing.

We left it on good terms. I was still so hurt and so betrayed, but I sent him some final resources to help the spiritual side of his situation.

The next day, I guess he wanted to return the favor because sent me some information about a writing class that was coming up. I’m sure his intentions were positive, but he literally CC’d the girl from the 10-year online relationship. He truly had the nerve to send it to both of us in the same email.

DUUUUUDE!!

The girl that he had been cheating on me with, or possibly cheating on her because she was there for six years before I was even though they had allegedly never met in person, to include us both in the same email. WOWWW!

Well. I sounded like the demonically possessed one after that. Oh man! I know you’re wondering… YES, I emailed her.

Stay tuned for THE BIRTH OF JK ULTRA…