Chapter 23- The Night The Fallen Angel Landed on top of my Roof

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I heard the owl cried. Then I heard like heavy wings, hitting the roof of the house. Then I heard giant-like footsteps, stepping on the roof. I waited and listen, while watching all the doors to see what would approach. The lights were on, both in the living room and in the bedroom. Some fear came over me. What am I to do? I cannot run. Grandmother is asleep in the other room. I felt alone. However, I will be strong. What is it? </B><I><B>I didn't have a clue</B></I><B>. Later my God-sister would tell me, as I went to see her and told her of this strange phenomenon. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>All I knew is that something with huge wings came, and landed on the roof of the house. It wasn't a joke; this was some scary shit. The owl cried out in the near distance. </B></div> <div> <B>Hours went by and there was stillness. I was unable to fall asleep. That is why I knew that something, some spiritual form was standing in the doorway looking at me, even though I could not see what it was. We must have been steering at each other for hours. We did until 6:00 AM; thus I got no sleep. Seeing I refused to turn the light off, giving way to darkness. Whatever it was, left. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>The next night it would return. This time, by way of the front door. I didn't see what came in; however; I saw what went out. It blew the front door right open. The only thing that I could think of to ask myself is what have I done to deserve this, this evil that seeks to come upon me? I kept repeating Psalm 91 and the Psalm 23. I had long since known them by heart. Who hated me that much? It was in these moments, that I would hear Sister Lucille began calling on the Holy Spirit, the Power of God. She and I would keep watch; she would prayer through the night, like a faithful watchman through the night, over her ward, this child for she had become anther of spiritual guardian. I watched. Yes, she prayed. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Who wanted me dead or driven out of my mind that much? Who is it that is seeking to torment my spirit?  I know that this is not just a strange coincident that I would find myself haunted, tormented by the devil. For truly, this is evil, this was evil at its max. The question was why?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> </B></div> <div> <B>West Cliffe</B></div> <div> <B>Chapter 23</B></div> <div> <B>The Hours of Darken-ness: When the Evil Calls: ~151</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B><U>On The Road From Retirement- The Rolling Calf:</U></B></div> <div> <B>It was 1965; the Easter that Honey Doreen and myself had gone to Retirement to spend the Sunday with our great-grand-mother Sarah. We arrived that morning about 10:00AM. This was the first time that we would get to see inside the house that Daddy has purchase. This was the original house on the property before it was renovated in 1968. We were to spend the day with Great Grandmother Sarah, who everyone called Mum. Sarah is actually a 'Pringle' of the Pringle Clan from Mt. Airy. </B></div> <div> <B>The day was filled with fun and laughter. We frolic in the grassy pasture and lucky for us, there were three-guava tree on the property. So, we had a jolly good time up in Grass-Piece. </B></div> <div> <B>Evening came and grandfather had told Mum that we could spend the night. Only Grandfather did not clear things with Miss Emma. Grandmother Emma would come to learn that we were spending the night up at Grass Piece. Well, Miss Emma wasn't pleased, as she did not have permission from Daddy for us to spend the night anywhere. We were getting ready for bed with Grandmother Emma showed up, having walked the two miles to come and get us. She would explain to Mum that Daddy knew we were to come and spend the day with her, but not to sleep out the night. Mum understands seeing, she too knew of Daddy's ways. It was dark as we headed from Retirement to Tillbury. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>We walked the night with only light from a few places. If one can recall the hills did not have electricity until long after 1972 and into 1973. WE got to the beginning of Jack-Piece Hill where Sister Ross lamp lights the roadway. Off the hill and in some distance Miss Dellin lamp and Miss Gertie also light the way. Upon passing Miss Dellin and heading down towards Grampa Pee, we heard what appears to be a car engine coming. Grandmother instructed us to get into the trench area as to allow the vehicle to drive by. We stood still awaiting a head-light to illuminate our way. Only there was no vehicle. Low and behold what has come out of nowhere, from around the corner, and after us was a huge pig-like creature. Our heads began to grow, as we did not understand what it was. Upon recognizing what the thing was, Grandmother held on to us, as in holding all three of us little hands in her. Just as the scary thing approached us, it decided to duck under the fence by the graves. Grandmother told us to walk fast, and not looked back. Talked about a big-foot, this was it! </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>After forty-one years, I can still see the image of what was, and came out in front of us; what we behold with our eyes. Later, Grandmother told us that it was a rolling-calf. Now someone is going to ask what is a rolling calf. Well, a rolling calf is what happens to a person after they die, and that person was heavily involved in witchcraft and Obeah. In that the deceased had made a deal with the devil, only he or she had become a lost soul. Thus, the spirit roams the earth like a vagabond. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>This night would teach us a lesson as well; not to stay up by Retirement. I would come to think of Retirement in a different way from that night forward. </B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>West Cliffe    </B></div> <div> <B>Chapter 23</B></div> <div> <B>The Hours of Darken-ness: When the Evil Calls: ~152  </B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B><U>What Jamaicans Called Obeah:</U></B></div> <div> <B>This is the Jamaican way of life. I am a Jamaican. This is the underbelly of the life of a beautiful Jamaican woman who had said no, to a Jamaican man. Witchcraft, Obeah, it is the Jamaican pastimes, only I didn't know it and was to experience it. It is something that no one was and is willing to talk about openly. It is Jamaicans own secret. Many became angry against me, when I decided to tell this, holding back nothing. For it would be considered a shame. For me, it was somewhat of a joke, as in my mind; I could not grasp the magnitude of what is so "unbelievable" to me or to the natural person. On the other hand, it is no joke. Its a evil thing to do wrongs, to enter into a partnership with Satan, the devil himself that these my enemies: that Ricky Jackson, Irene Daley-Bell, her daughter Inez and the granddaughter Carlene had set out to have place upon me. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>During my two years of meeting with a therapist, it was during some point that she came to an analogy that I was holding back something from her, and the core to my hurt feeling about family and my pain that had cause me to be afraid to return to my beloved country. Then she hit my chigger point, knowing the areas that I would dance around in my answers to her.</B></div> <div> <B>It was during this time that her father would die, and of all her patient, she refused to cancel my appointment with her. Even after the office had called me to cancel; she called me and reaffirm that she would see me, this one patient as she had a sense of spiritual connection with me. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I was strong and she needed me to strengthen her. For the Priest had already bless me when I was ten months old, and has poured upon me the Holy Oil of the Fathers, of the church, the anointing of the Most Holy, and thus no harm was able to touch me. For even the God of Heaven protects me, and wherever I go. When that tormenting spirit would visit me in the night hours; for many weeks; I was protected by the hands of God. My Angels, my loved-ones, my dearest God -Mother, who had never left me, Mum my grandfather Aunt, the Great Mid-wife, all had gathered around me and had protected me.  </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>The Angel of Evil, the Devil himself, would come in the hours of darkness, seeking to touch my spirit, seeking to destroy me, but would fail. It has failed. </B></div> <div> <B>Many wonders why. Why I did not loose my mind. Why I wasn't scared into death? Herein lies the deep mystery of why I was born such a Blessed Child. 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