Candle Face Chronicles: The Rhythmic Connection

November 12, 2024

Everyone was asleep, and I was ready to practice my remote viewing and mediumship skills. I sat at the dining room table, preparing to call on a lost soul. I had the crystal ball in front of me. After a long, stressful day, I just wanted to focus on something familiar, something I could control. But a lost soul had other plans for me.

As I was getting ready, the kitchen lights began flickering. I knew what this meant. A nocturnal visitor was on the way. But tonight, something was different.

No one appeared, but the flickering followed a rhythm, almost like it had a pulse of its own. I stayed at the table, watching as the lights flashed in quick, deliberate bursts, then paused, only to start again. It felt like the house itself was trying to get my attention.

Then, without warning, a strange, crushing pressure gripped my chest. My heart started to race, beating so hard it felt like it would burst. The pain was sudden, a searing line of fire across my left side. I clutched at my chest. Was this it? Was I having a heart attack?

My breaths came in short, shallow gasps. The room began to darken, my vision blurring. I could feel the blood rushing in my ears, drowning out every other sound. The pressure in my chest only grew worse, like a vise tightening around my ribs, squeezing the life out of me.

Then I noticed it. My heartbeat matched the flickering lights in the kitchen. Flash. Thud. Flash. Thud.

The pounding continued, relentless, and as I focused, it started to sound like a drumbeat. The rhythm was deep, raw, almost primal, like someone striking a drum with bare hands. Each beat seemed to echo through my chest, with a wooden, hollow resonance to it. The sound was distinct, unlike anything I had heard before.

And then everything shifted.

I was no longer sitting at my dining room table. I was in the woods. The scent of wet leaves and damp earth filled my nostrils. The humid air stung my lungs with every forced breath. I was running. My legs felt heavy, my breath shallow and panicked. The drumbeat was relentless, pounding in my chest and ears, driving me forward along a path deeper into the woods.

I couldn’t see where I was going, only that I had to keep moving. The trees seemed to shift and dance around me. The rhythm urged me on, faster and faster. I followed the path to a clearing. Three shadowy figures stood there like sentinels, their eyes and chests glowing faintly. The familiar drumbeat grew louder, more frantic.

“You have failed her,” they chanted in unison.

Then Candle Face appeared, her face a twisted, melted mask against a backdrop of flames. The heat of her presence was overwhelming, searing into my skin. The drumbeat became deafening.

“You sought perfection in your music yet ignored my demands, Jacob,” Candle Face said. “You were to bring me those who did not believe, yet you chose not to obey. Now, you will pay the price.”

The shadows closed in, and everything went black.

And just like that, I was back at my dining room table. The lights had stopped flickering, the drumbeat had faded, leaving only the pain in my chest. My hands were shaking, my heart still pounding as if it were trying to catch up with reality.

Personal Note to My Readers (November 13, 2024)

During the vision, Candle Face referred to me as Jacob. At first, I was confused. Clearly, Candle Face knows who I am, so why did she call me Jacob? Was it some kind of psychological trick? For a while, I was convinced that I had become the target, that she was trying to toy with me.

As I went back over the experience, trying to make sense of what I had just witnessed, pieces of it started to fall into place. The drumbeat, the shadows, the overwhelming sense of dread. It all felt too familiar.

Then it hit me. This wasn’t the first time I had connected with this lost soul. On March 22, 2024, he came to me, desperate to share his story about the drumbeat that lured him into the woods. Back then, I only heard his words, but tonight, I lived it through his eyes. I witnessed what he experienced on the day he died. For a few terrifying minutes, I became the lost soul, Candle Face Victim #21.

What troubles me most is that I didn’t consciously use the crystal ball or any of my remote viewing techniques. The moment my heartbeat synced with the flickering lights, it was as if the crystal ball activated on its own. I was pulled into a vision, and I wasn’t in control. It felt like the lost soul was reaching out to me, forcing the connection.

The drumbeat felt like a message, a cry for help. I can’t help but think that this experience was a warning, both for me and for all of us trying to piece together these memories. I’ve always relied on my remote viewing techniques with some degree of control, but tonight shattered that sense of safety.

If anyone reading this has experienced something similar, if you’ve felt your abilities start to activate without your intent, I need your help. The Lost Souls are counting on us to understand what they’re trying to communicate, but I fear I’m opening doors that I won’t be able to close. There’s something hidden in that drumbeat, something urgent that I need to understand. I can’t do it alone.

If you have any ideas, please share them. The Lost Souls, perhaps even my sanity and safety, depend on what we discover together.