I started to read Mike’s story and could not stop. I found it fascinating. Just as fascinating as the author himself. Much room for thought and a highly must-read.
Submitted by: Mike Ricksecker
I was young, very young, perhaps eight or nine years old, the night I was scared speechless. I had been in bed in the midst of a dead sleep when something had suddenly awoken me. It hadn’t been a sound, a roaring engine down the road or some random object falling off my dresser onto the hardwood floor of my bedroom. No, it was a presence. It was the middle of the night and the house was deathly still, dark save for the light from the street lamp slinking through the window and the soft glow of the Peanuts nightlight against the far wall. My eyes adjusted to the dim lighting and looked down the length of my bed. That’s when I saw it.
In the corner of my bedroom, between my closet door and the window overlooking the driveway below, stood a shadowy figure. It was as tall as a man with vague features of a face, but nothing else discernable. I couldn’t even tell if it was wearing clothes.
For a long while we stared at each other, I at it and it at me. Part of me hoped it would just go away, perhaps slide into the open closet doorway and just disappear. Then, perhaps, I could just chalk the incident up to a strange dream in the middle of the night. But that’s not what happened.
The shadowy figure approached me where I lied and hovered over me. Its presence blocked out the light that filtered in from outside and the world around me grew dark and heavy. I still could not see any features the shadow may have borne. It was dark and ominous and as quiet as the dead. Then it reached for me.
I tried to scream, but couldn’t. My mouth gaped open and all my muscles tightened as I struggled to let loose with a cry to my parents for help. My body failed me while shadowy hands took hold of me. I was frightened out of my mind not knowing what this creature had in mind to do with me. I was absolutely helpless, but its next actions made no sense.
The shadow grabbed my arms and pulled them across my body, yanking my wrists up to my neck. I continued to try to scream, but still nothing came out. What was this thing going to do with me? Why had it crossed my arms? I almost felt like I was choking.
It let go of me then and rose from my bed. It turned from me and exited my bedroom door, which was directly to my right. I rotated my head and watched as it suddenly ran down the hall to the linen closet, opened it, and then darted inside, closing the door behind it. I lied there motionlessly for a long moment, arms still crossed, mouth still gaping open trying to scream over what had just happened to me.
Finally, I was able to climb out of my bed and shuttle over to my parents’ bedroom directly across the hall. I woke them from their slumber and told them what had happened, but like all good parents they were comforting and reassuring and told me it was all just a bad dream. I slept with them the rest of the night.
For years, I lived with the fact that this thing had terrified me. Of course, it had. At the outset, when it stood in my bedroom corner, I thought there was an intruder in the house set out to murder me. I’d seen enough television and movies by that age that I knew what happened if you awoke to someone standing in your corner. You’d have just enough time to gasp before your throat was slit or a pillow was shoved over your face. But that didn’t happen. It did physically interact with me, but this interaction was some strange crossing of my arms across my body, not the plunging of a murderous knife into my chest. What did this crossing of my arms mean before it ran off down the hall?
In May 2021, I underwent a hypnotic regression by hypnotherapist Arianna Corsino who specializes in past live regression and quantum healing and trained under Delores Cannon. There were many things we covered in our session, but one thing I specifically wanted more answers to was my childhood bedroom incident with the shadow entity – and answers I got, although they lead to even more questions.
During this hypnosis session, I actually became the shadow entity. I could see the entire bedroom from its perspective, and I could see my small eight-year-old body lying in the bed. What was difficult to look at was the sheer fright in the face of the child, his mouth was open, desperately trying to scream, but the poor little boy just couldn’t. What’s interesting, is that the emotions I started feeling were not mine as Michael, there were coming from the shadow entity. It wasn’t there to do me harm. It didn’t even realize I could see it until I started reacting, and it felt terrible that it had frightened me so much. So, it approached my bed, crossed my arm across my body as a sort of self-hug, patted me on the wrists in a comforting gesture (that was new), and then tore off down the hall to get out of there. What a different perspective I had just witnessed!
Since there was engagement with the entity during this session, Arianna began asking it questions, such as what it was doing in the bedroom. It answered that it was simply there to observe and study humanity, that it was curious about our species. It had traveled there from a great distance, and what I had seen wasn’t what it really looked like. Arianna then followed up and asked about where it came from, was it from another dimension? The entity responded that we might call it another dimension, but really it was from another “space.”
What the difference is between another dimension and another space is, I’m not yet quite sure, but this information is certainly helpful for my ongoing research at The Connected Universe Portal. Our world is a lot of shades of gray, and I imagine the world of the shadow people is much the same. We share the same universe, after all – it’s all connected, even from our dimension to theirs. So, while there are certainly terrifying experiences with shadow entities that are serious cause for concern, there are others just as mundane as passing your neighbor on the sidewalk. It’s just that this particular neighbor happens to be a shadow.
Submitted by: Mike Ricksecker, October 2022
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