Grocery Store Demon

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We never spoke that day

I do not believe our eyes even met.

We kept passing one another:

First in the baking-goods aisle

Then in the canned-foods section

Again, near the frozen goods.

Each time, I could feel a terrified shiver run down my spine.

It has been years since that day,

And still I wonder how I could feel so much evil

Emanating from an ordinary woman

Doing nothing but buying groceries with her child in tow.

I prayed – and still do – that we never cross paths again…


My maternal grandmother could find objects: things that were impossibly lost. When my mother was a teenager, she was outside and lost a ring in the snow. My mother’s family was very poor so this would have been a disaster: you were expected to take good care of your things, and if you lost something special, there would be no money to buy another one. With this in mind, it is no surprise that my teenaged mother came into the house crying hysterically. According to Mom, Grammy walked purposefully out of the house; walked across the dooryard; reached into the snow and brought her hand out – holding the ring. A proverbial needle in a haystack- except that she didn’t have the benefit of knowing which haystack.

And yet still, she found it.

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According to my mother, Grammy could heal burns, too. With just a touch. And a prayer, of course, for added measure. Grammy was a devout and fearful Catholic.

I have absolutely no gift for finding things but I do have a certain knack for healing – especially emotional wounds – and I am one of those people who gets ‘feelings’ about things. As I have heard no other family stories about such things, I have often wondered if these gifts came from my grandmother.

I am not a person to have dozens of friends and a lively social circle but I often connect practically instantaneously to the people who end up becoming my dearest friends. After we have been friends for a while, we will muse at how ‘it just seemed to happen’; no work involved; no real ‘start date’. It just simply ‘is’. As cautious as I can be about building new friendships, every once in a while, I simply throw caution to the winds and forge right in.

I also occasionally get a really bad feeling about an individual. And four times in my life, I have instantly felt a cloud of evil emanating from a person. The strangest – and most terrifying – happened, of all places, in a grocery store. I was wending my way up and down the aisles with my cart at the grocery store when at one point I became aware that I kept ‘meeting’ a woman shopping in the opposite direction: just a normal woman, pushing her cart with a small child in tow.

Every time I saw her approaching, I could feel this awful, black weight on my shoulders and chest. Every single time we passed one another in the aisles, this terrible shuddering shiver would start at my shoulders and course down my spine. I recall trying very hard to keep the shudder from showing. I did not want this woman to know that I was afraid of her. I did not want her to notice me at all. I felt very much as though I were in grave danger.

I have since prayed – many times – that she and I never cross paths again. And I have prayed for the child she had with her – who would be all grown up now. I do not understand what happened but I am sure that something inexplicable – but very real – did indeed take place that day.

To be fair, I have also felt the presence of great good – many times more than I have ever felt such evil as the woman in the grocery store. As I have gotten older, I have started telling the people I meet who send off wonderful light and energy. They always ‘get’ it because, well, they are filled with light: how can they not be aware of it?

But I can tell it always makes their day anyway.

I used to hide this part of myself: people are superstitious and such things smack of the supernatural. But oh, I am tired of hiding. I’m not getting any younger. If I am very lucky, I might have twenty more good years left. I won’t waste another second holding back.

Take me, or leave me. But please, let me be…

p.s. Rawgod/ A New Spirituality: you asked for it: this is as close as I got…©

Patti Moore Wilson/©


Author: Patti Moore Wilson, wednesdayschild2

I write what I feel. And I rarely know exactly what I feel until I write. I have lived long enough to have known many joys and many sorrows. I have made many mistakes; I have forgiven myself for a few… I have learned that there are lessons in every step of this journey, if we only take the time to pay attention… I hope you will feel free to pick and choose the stories that resonate for you…

11 thoughts on “Grocery Store Demon”

  1. My grandma was the same way. When people around the neighborhood were sick they would come to her for healing and prayer. She started as a Catholic but when she had to divorce her abusive husband she turned to another Christian religion. Some members from that side of the family all have the gift. They don’t talk about it though.
    When you step in a room where there is pure evil, everything stands still, even sound seems to disappear and then you look around and then you see where it comes from and you stay as far away from it as possible.
    As a child, I would always start reciting the Lord’s prayer in my head when that would happen…hasn’t happened a lot but there is evil that walks this earth and sometimes you can feel it when you cross it’s path. You can’t really go up to anyone and them or the tell police that someone is a bad person, what proof is there and why would anyone believe.
    When you come across someone who is good, so good, it warms all through your body, straight to your heart where it settles in. This is why giving gifts and kindness to others feels so good, better to give then to receive. The gift to the gift-er is the feeling they feel from the receiver who is happy to have been thought of, Something as simple as a smile can heal the ugliness of hate that is spreading around, and that is why I believe some people out there fight to keep us separated and our smiles covered.

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    1. Funny how those who have such gifts never talk about it 😕 Maybe THAT’s part of keeping us separated too 🤷‍♀️😕 You have described the feelings SO well! Yes, that is EXACTLY what I feel, for both types of people. Thank you so much… from the bottom of my heart, for letting me know I’m not alone…🙏💕


  2. Patti, I’ve had similar experiences of what I call “vibrations,” both good and bad, when coming into contact with strangers. Over the years, I’ve only shared my extrasensory perceptions/intuition/sixth sense (however others may want to define it) with close friends or those involved. Intrigued by how much we share in common as women from different worlds, I checked my birth date and discovered that I am also a Wednesday’s child 🙂

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    1. Wow 🙂 that IS interesting 🙂 Isn’t it amazing how people from completely different worlds can have so many things in common? And yes, I’ve always held back that part of myself, too. I just got really tired of hiding 😕 I really appreciate you telling me about your intuitions. It helps me feel less alone. Thank you so much…🙏💕

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