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Sunday, October 2, 2016

The Haunted Doll Experiment: Part 6, Afghan Dolls

I am embarrassed to admit it, but I was very, very nervous to begin working with the dolls from Afghanistan.  I just didn't know where to begin, and I was a little unsure of them.  They sort of creep me out a bit!  There was one doll in particular that just kept drawing my attention, though, no matter how hard I tried to ignore him.  It was the doll that looks like it has teeth and appears to be smiling in a deranged way.



Against my better judgement, I decided to bring him into my bedroom one night so I could let him visit me in my dreams.  All that night I dreamed of chaos, dirty streets, abuse, violence, and terror.  It was a montage of unclear images, lots of noise and screams, and just a really stressful overall feeling.  I woke up feeling exhausted and quickly put him back in my office.

After that unpleasant night, I ignored them.  I kept reminding myself that they were there and that I needed to cross them over, but I just kept putting it off.  Then one night the smiling doll decided to visit me in my dreams.  I remember lucidly dreaming that I was walking through my village and exploring one of the ancient churches close to my house.  I realized that I needed to get home, so I began walking back toward my house.  Suddenly, I saw the man who is attached to the smiling doll.  He was tall, very handsome, and dressed in the same robe type outfit the doll wears.  I halted on the sidewalk and took a good long look at him.

I wanted to smile at him and greet him, but something stopped me.  He was giving off the most intense, terrifying energy I had ever experienced.  Alarm bells were ringing in my head and I knew that I needed to run.  I tried my hardest to speed past him but he was faster.  He grabbed me by the neck and whirled me around to face him.  His dark eyes were angry and intense and we locked eyes as he strangled me.  Before I knew it he was raising me up above his head, preparing to bring my head down into the concrete.  Luckily, I was able to stop the dream before the inevitable impact on the sidewalk and I woke up shaking and hyperventilating.

As I calmed down I thought one word: SHIT!

I took some time to really think about why he would do that to me.  What message could he possibly want to convey with such violence?  The obvious conclusion was that he hated me, didn't want to be in my house, and wanted to do me harm.  But oddly, I didn't feel that was the reason.  I opened myself up to make contact with his spirit and immediately heard "You forgot about us" and "We just want your attention."  So it wasn't a threat he was giving me but a cry for help and attention.  I told him his message was received loud and clear.  I explained to him that I'm simply trying to figure out how to help him.  These guys seem attached to the dolls in a completely different way than what I'm used to.  I just don't know how to separate them.  It's as if they are attached by some weird ritual that prevents them from crossing over and being free.  It's bizarre.

So while I research, they wait impatiently.  All three men are making themselves known.  For the longest time they have been silent and chill.  Well, not anymore!  It has been slightly crazy in my house since that awful encounter with the smiling doll spirit in my dream.  My husband and I hear those men upstairs talking ALL NIGHT LONG.  They are having these conversations that we cannot understand.  Their voices booming and loud and never ending.  We sneak upstairs to listen, but we can't understand a word they are saying.  Our cats hear them and run upstairs to investigate.  Luckily, they seem to enjoy the men's presence more than anything.

The men have been stomping around upstairs, opening doors, and moving things, but funny enough, they respect us enough to stay out of our bedrooms and bathroom.  They give us privacy when we need it, but they never let us forget they are there.

Lately, they have been turning my husband's computer on over and over to the point where he even went into my office to ask them to stop.  The computer hasn't turned on (on its own) since.  And just yesterday, I found one of the female dolls lying on the ground.  I then got a vision in my head of the men shoving her on the ground because they don't like her.  They call her a witch.  I ended up taking that doll and placing her in my bedroom so she will be safe.

 The "witch" doll

I assume the activity will continue until I officially cross them over.  I am trying my hardest to be respectful of their culture, religious beliefs, and boundaries.  It's not been easy.  I am hopeful that I will be able to help them, but in the meant time, I guess I will just have a busy talkative house.  I don't mind most days...


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