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WILLIAM BROWN, the Greenock-based author of The Second Magpie, tells us how he survived twenty years of terrifying encounters with a demonic creature
The very idea of the existence of any being, whether sublime or diabolical, will always be hotly contested. From angels and demons to fairies and banshees, every culture in the world has representations of these subjective entities. Each is a supposed manifestation of good and evil, preying on the imbalance of the human mind or soul.
In 1977, the imbalance of my own state of mind acted as a catalyst that allowed this specific entity to completely occupy my being: body and soul. The horror I endured that night marked the beginning of a twenty-year battle between myself and the demon.
20 years of battle with demon
After years of searching for some sort of defense against the entity, I believe divine Providence led me to my lifelong friend, Barry Engleby. Barry’s knowledge of the paranormal was the defining factor for me in this supernatural battle. Now, some twenty years after the first attack on the hill, I had the ammunition I was looking for.
“Imagination is the only weapon you have,” Barry said.
“But I’ve never seen the damn thing,” I replied.
Barry explained that all of the entity’s attacks outside my body occurred during my sleeping hours, even though they felt real. And he was right; my etheric and astral projection practices should have notified me.
“The next time the beast attacks, fight it with your imagination. Image spikes shoot out of your body,” Barry advised.
The penny dropped immediately; How could I be so foolish? My imagination was exceptional at the time.
From then on, I practiced visualizing sharp points, about a foot long, shooting out of my body.
That night I felt armed to the teeth and ready for this entity. Would you believe it? The following nights nothing happened. This led me to wonder if I had subconsciously defeated the demon, as I now had the astral defenses to defeat him. But I knew in my heart and soul that this entity was real.
I remained firm in my faith and continued to practice the imaginary peaks. After about a week the beast returned.
As I fell asleep, I saw the wall in my room glistening like a haze on a summer day. Three shimmering entities approached my bed. My last physically conscious thought was, “Damn, there are three of them!” The animal immediately came towards me. Now I knew I was out of my body and in the dream realm.
Complete terror from Lyle Hill Demon
The full terror of the attack occurred again as always. It took me about twenty seconds to get a handle on the entity, and then my imagination took over. “SPICKS!” was the powerful command that filled my being.
Imaginary spikes shot out of my body and the entity let out a horrifying scream as it leapt away from me and landed with a thud next to my bed. For the first time in twenty years, I stared this demon in the face, and his expression was one of complete surprise.
Because my concentration had shifted during my staring contest with the entity, the spikes I had imagined were no longer there, and the beast attacked me again.
“My God,” I screamed. After a few seconds I managed to grab his head with both hands. I was now at eye level with the entity and immediately imagined another wooden pole.
I saw this spike fly off my forehead and splatter right in the middle of his ugly face. It screamed again and went downstairs. I was immediately wide awake and back in my body. The demon was still there; I had taken it from the dream realm.
I could see it being smashed, and then it evaporated into about a million pieces. The demon disappeared and never returned.
The above article is taken from the book The second magpie, now available on Amazon, is a gruesome but sometimes funny true story about one person’s paranormal experiences. These occurred after the accidental opening of paranormal centers that he never knew existed while they were trying to live a normal family life.
WILLIAM BROWN says: “I was born in 1959 and grew up in Greenock on the west coast of Scotland, where all the incidents described in the story took place. I had a normal, happy, albeit very poor, upbringing in one of the working-class homes in the 1960s and 1970s. I got married in 1979 at the age of 19 and 44 years later I am still married with four children: three girls and a son. They in turn gave me nine grandchildren. I never realized that I had so much love inside me, so great is the affection I have for my family. I have spent my entire working life in the painting industry, from the age of 16 until now, at the age of 64. Looking back, I wouldn’t change a thing and count my blessings every day.”
