r/Thetruthishere

When I was in fifth grade me, my mom and my younger sister moved to a new flat. It was just women at our house because my father stayed fat away because of business. The building we lived In was actually owned by my Grandpa's younger sisters husband. So we felt safe living there.

The first week we lived there, it was okay. Except I always felt there was someone doing activities outside our main door late at night (maybe dancing or jumping) . As a kid I didn't think much of it and I'd never open the door either.

A while later, one night I fell asleep very late at night. My bad was pretty big and there was a sliding glass on my wooden bed where I kept my small dolls. Since I sleep with my head that, that night I heard some faint knocking sound from that sliding glass, I was really sleepy so I didn't think much and opened the sliding glass. And immediately some type of white smoke came out (idk if I remember wrong) and it went out of the open window. Like I said as a 5th grader kid, I genuinely didn't gaf. And slept like a baby.

Next morning before going to school I told my mom while she was tying my hair I mentioned it in the passing. She seemed to become a little anxious and told me that I was dreaming and that i didn't have to go to the school that day. I was happy.

On the same evening, she called some type of voodo person (Ojha) , idk what they call them in english to our house. And there was some family members too. The ojha did some prayers,sprayed holy water on me and left. When I asked my family members what it was they didn't say anything.

That was the end of that. But a few days later. The calling bell on our house went off like crazy very late at night. And it wasn't just us but other tenants too. So we went to check downstairs. And it seemed that a man was brutally beating his wife and his wife was clicking everyone's calling bells on panick.

I remember this clearly because I also went down with my mother. After a few hours. The man gained consciousness and said that he didn't remember beating his wife and kept saying that he was possesd.

This incident stuck to me because of how gutteral the man's voice sounded and for a kid it's scary ASF.

After exactly staying in that building for 5 months, my mother couldn't take it any more and moved. Despite the expenses. Apparently there were other unexplainable things happening, which I wasn't made aware of.

Later when we moved, I accidentally heard my mom saying to my grandmother that a violent djinn lived in that building.

So about 3 years ago, me and my roommate Jake were basically homeless for like two weeks.

Not in a bad way, just stuck in that annoying gap between apartments where the new place isn’t ready yet. We ended up booking an Airbnb to ride it out. Studio apartment, middle of some complex out on San Antonio, TX . Nothing special. Just somewhere to sleep until we could move into our real place.

The layout was VERY simple. You walk in the front door and the bed and TV are right there to your left. If you keep walking straight theres a small doorway that leads into the kitchen, tiny little thing, barely enough room to move around in. Bathroom is to the right of that. Thats the whole apartment. No hallway, no real separation between anything. Just one open room and two small doors.

One thing that always stuck out to me about that place was how exposed it felt. It was dead center of the complex, right next to the dog park. Everybody walked past it. You could hear people outside at all hours, dogs barking, people talking, footsteps right outside the window. It was one of those places where the outside felt just a little too close.

Now I’m an early bird and Jake is a night owl so around 10pm I knocked out. Lights off, Jake still up next to me scrolling his phone in the dark. This was normal of him .

Then out of nowhere something grabbed my shoulder and yanked me straight out of my sleep. Not gently either. Hard. Jake was sitting up next to me, completely still, eyes aimed right at that kitchen doorway. And I could tell just by looking at him that something was wrong. This wasn’t him being restless or weird. He was locked in.

I go “Jake what?”

He whispers “I think there’s somebody in the apartment.”

I asked him what he meant, like did he hear something? He said no. He said “I was watching a video on my phone and I saw a man walk right past the bed into the kitchen.”

To get more context you gotta visualize the layout of the apartment again for a second. Front door opens and the bed is right there to the left. Whoever Jake saw came through that door and passed within arm’s reach of where we were both laying and walked into that kitchen. That’s how small this place was.

I’m a big skeptic so my first thought was maybe he caught a shadow at the corner of his eye or something. I asked him if that was possible. He looked at me like I was stupid and said “I was wide awake. I saw a man walk past me.”

Mind you , Jake is one of the most laid back people I’ve ever met in my life. The type of guy who doesn’t really rattle or scare easily . In all the years I’d known him I had never seen him wake me up like that, never seen him look like that. So when he said it that flat and that certain I felt something shift in my chest a little.

I reached into the nightstand and grabbed my knife, & I want to be honest, my heart was going. But I kept thinking this apartment is so small. There is genuinely nowhere to go in here. If someone is actually standing in that kitchen right now I’m about to find out.

I turned on the kitchen light.

Nothing. Cabinets closed. Nobody there. Checked the bathroom. Nothing. Came back and just stood there in the quiet holding a knife and the apartment was completely empty.

I told Jake I didn’t find anyone and he just kind of shrugged and said he knew what he saw. No panic, no trying to convince me further. Just settled into it like he’d already made his peace with whatever it was. That confidence is honestly what got to me more than anything else.

So I started looking around a little more carefully. Checking for anything off. Loose floorboards, a door that didn’t sit right, anything that could explain how someone gets in and out of a tiny apartment without a trace. I’d seen the movie Vacancy years ago and that was the part of my brain that was awake at 1am, thinking about hidden entry points and people who use them. I didn’t find anything obvious but I’ll be real with you, I was exhausted and not exactly doing a thorough sweep. If something was there I might’ve walked right past it.

We left the next morning.

To this day I still think about it. Was someone actually in that apartment? Did they slip out through something I missed? Or did Jake genuinely believe he saw something, was so sure of it, but maybe his mind just played a trick on him that night? I go back and forth on it.

I don’t know. Whatever it was, I didn’t find it. And I’m not sure if I wanted to either

English is not my native language. I write simple, but I try to share important thing. Please be patient with my grammar.

This is from shamanic session I did with subject I call Omar. He is adult man from Houston area. During healing soul journey, he dropped into theta brainwave trance. Past childhood. Past trauma. All way to before he was born.

What he found there was not what anyone expect.

Before incarnation, Omar and his mother were together. No bodies. No space between them. Just consciousness. He describe it like this: "Like there's no separation and there's no space. I feel more like a blob than anything else." She was close, another node of awareness next to him.

Then he saw something like checklist. Experiences this life would bring. Weakness. Helplessness. Hard things. And he did not want to go.

He said: "I don't think I want to go." It will be difficult.

But then he undrestood that this is how light expands into darkness and help others. "It feels like it's a required experience." His Higher Self showed him why. The point was not to fix anything. The point was to understand. "It's not for changing. It's for understanding." You can study suffering from outside. But you only know it by living it.

His mother agreed on soul level to play the harsh role. Her mission was to make him tough enough for this world. She did it. But there was cost. Some beings volunteer for dark roles. Not because they are evil. Because the plan requires it.

When we finished, Higher Self had simple message. "Love everyone. Let go. Learn to forgive."

The Lesson

You chose this life. Even the painful parts. Not because you deserve suffering, but because before incarnating you wanted to understand something that can only be learned through direct experience. The people who hurt you may have been volunteers too. This does not excuse what happened. But it can change how you carry it.

Practical Exercise

Find quiet place where nobody will disturb you for twenty minutes. Sit or lie down, whatever is comfortable. Close eyes.

Take five slow breaths. On each exhale, let your body get heavier. Feel the weight of your arms, your legs, your head sinking into whatever supports you.

Now imagine you are standing at the edge of a vast, dark space. Not scary dark. More like the dark before stars were born. Warm. Infinite. This is the space before incarnation. Before body. Before name.

Step into it. Let yourself float. There is no ground, no direction. Just awareness.

Ask silently: "Show me the moment before I came here."

Do not force anything. Let image, feeling, or knowing come on its own. Maybe you see light. Maybe you feel presence of other beings near you. Maybe you sense a decision being made. Maybe you feel reluctance, like something inside you did not want to go. That is okay. Just observe.

If you see or feel something, stay with it. Do not analyze. Do not judge. Just be there, like you are watching a memory that is older than your body.

When you feel ready, take three slow breaths and come back. Open eyes slowly. Write down whatever you got, even if it make no sense. Especially if it make no sense. The logical mind will try to explain it away. Let it be strange.

Do this for seven days in row. First time you may see nothing. That is normal. The door opens when you stop knocking so hard. By day three or four, something usually surface. A feeling, a image, a knowing that was not there before. Trust it.

Kind of boring but I was inspired to post here since I'm in a spooky mood.

When I was little, aged from very young up until I was 11 (now I'm 18), I used to dream about a lot of things, but thats not what I'm here to talk about. What I am talking about is that after my dreams finished I used to have an image flash up in my head that usually made no sense whatsoever. But within two weeks I would see this in real life.

It felt like deja vu but much more vivid and my mind would always replay the image as it happened.

It was always mundane things and honestly I don't remember most of the details anymore, but I do remember predicting my first day of class and how the classroom was presented to welcome the newcomers, and one of my final premonitions was that I knew what my new (current) house looked like before I even ever saw it at the age of around 10.

I have unfortunately lost this ability or atleast haven't remembered the images if they do appear in my sleep, but funnily enough I mentioned this to my mum and she said that herself and other members of my family like my grandmother have had similar experiences with clairvoyance in the past, also only as children.

I do miss the exciting tingle of a premonition coming to fruition, has anyone else had experiences like this?