Learning more about the area, and the extreme native energy here on the Island.

 I have met a neighbor, contractor and someone who has lived here a long time and knows a lot of the history of the island and its secrets.
For one, he not only discovered 2 bodies while building the foundation to his house (this is about 1/4 mile away from me, found the island's most famous murder Victim, between the land of his house and mine, and also told me of a landslide that happened about 200+ years ago just off the other side of the road from where I live.
There is a lot of native and sadness in the energy here, and forever reason now it has become more and more malevolent.
I got the chance to have this neighbor over and we did a nighttime walkthrough of the property and the well area by the spring.  I was getting crazy spikes on my EMF detector, at one point a 66.6mg reading in the odd circle of land where no trees, or foliage grow.
With all, that I have learned about this native island was amazing, and is starting to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
I was in a way fused with native energy when that Indian painted my portrait, and I honestly think it's bringing out the dormant energy here, causing these experiences from tame footsteps to disembodied voices, to the malevolence of my scratches, bruises, burns, and pulling of my hair in the shower (now 2 times), once leaving a black handprint

My first Sleep Paralysis Experience

I have now had a very extreme Sleep Paralysis experience, two in fact but the first one was the one that really got to me.  I am sure as this was new to me, and with the activity in the house, it didn't surprise me one bit.
Despite all I have endured in the past, I have never had this kind of intense fear and loss of control than I did during this first episode.
Of course, after it happened I knew what it was, so  I started to research more and more about it and realized how similar most people's experience can be.

Here is my mine:
I was getting ready for bed, and had just done some nighttime meditation and was feeling that I was starting to drift off to sleep.  It seemed like only moments later, but I awoke with an overwhelming feeling of fear and presence in the room.  I could not move my body, but I could see.  I started to see a dark apparition near the right side of the bed till it was only a black silhouette of a man, about 7 feet tall with no facial or body features except glowing yellow eyes and a white slit-like grin that would show from time to time.  I was frozen in fear as I watched this "shadow figure" walk slowly to the end of the bed and begin to crawl up on top of me until I couldn't breathe and see nothing but this absolute darkness with eyes piercing into my soul only inches away from my face. 
I tried to scream, I tried to run, but my body would not move and all I could do was lay there in a sheer state of panic looking into the eyes of evil itself. 

I will never forget this experience, and unfortunately, it has not been the only one.
I know that 30% of people experience Sleep Paralysis in their lifetime, and a smaller number do regularly. 
The second time was pretty much the same, but instead of one shadow figure, they were in mass numbers. I saw them on the ground, the wall, the ceiling. The same feeling of suffocation and fear.

Nothing is more terrifying than feeling so helpless in a situation so dark. 

Below I was able to just google Sleep Paralysis and I came across these photos.  It's hauntingly similar to my experience so I thought I would include them, as another example of how many experiences are so similar. 

The more you know, the more questions there are..

After some of the most recent events, my Mum has finally started to take me seriously. 
I asked her to read my blog so she could know where I was coming from and start to see things from my perspective. In fact, she reacted much more intensely than I expected, as I know she is a skeptic (or was anyway).
 She began to tell me stories from my childhood that I did not even remember (which is odd, as I have memories all the way back to being as young as 2 years old)
Apparently, after we moved to Point Roberts, from San Jose California when I was just about 2, she did confirm my memories of the Native Officials coming to properly remove the remains that were dug up upon construction of the foundation our house was built on.  She told me that at that time, the land was also blessed, but that "odd" things started to happen from the time the house was finished to the day we left when I was 17 years old.
She recounted a day that I do actually remember. A day when My Mum, Nana, and myself went to Stanley Park in Vancouver for the day.  I was still very young, only 4 at the time and upon seeing a nice Native man sitting on a blanket with oil paintings on display to show his talents.
He asked if we wanted a portrait painted, and my Mum had him paint one of me.
Apparently, however, this nice Native man was anything but.  When my Mum had the house looked at and attempted to bless it again after disturbances started to occur more frequently, they blamed not the house or the land, but an object in the house. A medium sensed it was a photo, drawing or painting of some kind.  This caused the "blessing team" to examine all such types of art displayed in the house. 
Upon seeing the oil painting of myself, I was told there was no doubt in their mind that this was the culprit. When asked she remove it, she declined to say "but that's a painting of my daughter! I'm not destroying it"  It was a mistake she grew, and I grew to regret.
It took about another year of odd occurrences, and unexplained happenings before she finally gave in and got rid of the painting. 
Apparently, it did help things calm down in the house, but I will never forget that recent phone conversation with my Mum, and her haunting words " the painting was of you Xesia"

I can't help but wonder if this is somehow connected to my lifetime of intrigue, experiences, with the paranormal.  I wonder if I've always had something attached to me, the thought has definitely crossed my mind on several occasions. 
Yes, through research, interest, and investigations I know I bring some of this upon myself.. but I wonder if this is why it's not just at locations or a few days after.  This is something that has followed me from several houses and apartments, maybe just maybe it's me that is Haunted.

I have always searched for answers, now I have been left... marked.

Last night things in the new house took a turn for the worse. 
As usual, I was alone upstairs in the loft when turning in for bed, I was saying some prayers including those for protection, and keeping any spirits with I'll intent away from the house.
As I was doing so, my neck started to burn... I mean really burn. Like someone had stuck a hot poker into it. 
I got up and went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, only to see a red mark become more pronounced before my eyes. The only thing I had on, was my cross which I wear nearly every day and night and is white gold chain and all, so could not have caused a skin irration. 
As the seconds went by the mark started to look more like a symbol than a scratch, or an irritation.  What I saw in the following moments still gives me goosebumps.. 

This is the mark about 5 minutes later, where I could clearly see where my cross was laying on my neck. The mark is now much more pronounced, has become raised, and looks almost branded on me. By that time I could clearly see an upside-down cross now scratched into my neck! 

Not only that, but there was also contusions around my neck when I took the photo with a flash.  

I have to admit, this was a bit much for my own house. Sure, I seek out proof of the unknown and try to experience as many things that most do not, but wow.

Nothing would stop the pain. I tried several ointments, an ice pack and still, it persisted to burn till the light broke through the night sky.

Now that I have been officially marked by this entity, I wonder what the future has to bring...

Manipulating Electronics

As the activity in the house and the surrounding area seems to be increasing. I started noticing it last night as my echo dot would randomly turn on and off, and sometimes even say things out of the blue without being prompted.  It's just my dog and I, so I certainly wasn't talking to wake it up.  I so wish I had got it on camera, because when it said " there's more than life than what we see" I was literally stunned.

Then, as I was going through some of my photos in my phone to arrange into folders, and prepare to post a set I had taken on IG, I noticed that after going through a fair amount, I noticed there was a series of photos I had taken of the house and grounds the day before  that all looked normal in my first go through, then when I chose which I wanted to post and went back through them I found a photo that seemed to change completely. This is totally unedited, and no filter was used.

I also noticed when going through them the second time that several of the photos taken were all black. No photo at all, but the details of the file showed content - yet the images are gone. 

Also, we normally have poor reception from time to time. However, yesterday when I was on a long phone call with someone I had not talked to in a while and was giving her updates on my life and the new house I am living in the line started cutting out.  Not until I began talking about my research and some of the occurrences that it then began to get so garbled and noisy we had to end our conversation.  I tried to call back and got a "this phone is not in service" message... although it clearly was as I was just talking to someone on it. 

Be careful what you wish for....

 Well, the reason I haven't made a post in a while is that I moved out to Camano Island and didn't have internet for some time, and the usage we do get is limited. however, it now turns out that to seek out spirits and be surrounded by unexplained happenings, I no longer even need to leave the house. The house we moved into was definitely not unoccupied, you could feel it from the start.
The house itself is artfully created, and with just a glance you can tell whoever built it was not your average Jo.  The house is 3 stories, 5 different roof angles (some metal), an outdoor "fun house" that can sleep two and is quite roomy, built with pallets, and driftwood.  There is also a garage, lots of acreage, an old chicken coop to fix up and get goats for, tons of space for the Animals to run around.  There is a natural spring that runs through the property, and the well is located in the woods off our driveway, which as you know is a flowing battery of energy.
But one of it's most interesting things about the house is all the entrance ways, even to the garage have cement blocks with random symbols, animals, and rocks all arranged in very specific ways.
I have been doing some research first by talking with neighbors and other people in the area about some of the history here, and just as in Point Roberts there was also a history of strong Native American presence on this land.  I am still in research mode, as the next stop is the Library with some helpful tips from the local Historical Society.  So far I have gotten the first owner's (and the architect) name, as well as two people that helped build the house from the foundation up.  I'm having a hard time tracking them down, but I do have a lead... so I'll update more as that progresses.
Yet, all this research and testing I have been doing in the house and around the surrounding area have seemed to only heighten the activity..
From the start, it was small things like waking up every morning to my closet light being on, to odd bangs and knocks here and there. Also on several occasions, I have been in the loft and heard what sounds like a small rock or pebble being thrown. Then I started noticing small rocks everywhere from under the bed to right in plain view.  Also, there is only one electric heater in the house (as the system is propane) that is constantly being turned off.
Then again like research on the house, as soon as I started getting out equipment and going about things on a different level, the activity has only got worse.
Now I am hearing disembodied voices, finding things moved around and not where I put them, and at night my dog will sit at the foot of the bed and growl, which is not something I have seem him do before.
For a paranormal enthusiast, I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse. 

synchronicity

There is a lot of information out there about synchronicity, and it's meanings.. but can it all just be a coincidence? Personally, I don't believe in coincidence. I believe everything happens for a reason, and how you deal with things depends on the outcome. Like those choose your own adventure books I used to read back in Middle School.
However, I seem to notice these types of synchronic effects, usually in numbers but also in the feeling most call "Déjà vu." A LOT. I mean, at least 6 times a day, sometimes more. Usually with the clocks, whether it's 11:11 or 2:22 or 4:44 ... I always seem to glance a the clock to see all numbers in sync.

So what does this mean? What are your thoughts on synchronicity?

"Synchronicity can also show us how there is a connection between the 'inner world' and the 'outer world'. They are not separate realities but one in the same, and consciousness itself is the bridge between these two dimensions. The external and physical world that we observe and experience as 'reality', is the mirror reflection of the internal or non-physical world. Synchronicity gives us a glimpse into the inner workings of our own mind and how it relates to the very fabric of nature and reality itself. Many people who constantly seem to notice 11:11 and other repeating number sequences appearing over and over again when they least expect it, often consider the experience to be more than chance or coincidence. This belief is related to the concept of synchronicity."

Source: Dimension 11:11