From Mike Oldfield, someone I feel who has not just encountered entities but has tea with them on a regular basis.
Changeling: The Autobiography of Mike Oldfield
By Mike OldfieldPage 11
Sometimes I would pick up closer feelings: they were more like presences around me, not on our physical plane but on a spiritual plane. It felt almost as though if I could only lift this invisible veil I would actually be able to see them. Sometimes the presences would feel good, sometimes not so good. Even now I often feel there is some entity, call it my muse, my inspiration or my guardian, somewhere around me, protecting and helping me. I also think there are a few of the opposite around, being extremely unhelpful. I don't know what to call them, my little demons, perhaps or gremlins: they are always trying to make things go wrong.
I didn't know if it was just me that had these feelings, or whether everyone felt like that. I did know I wanted to find out what they were. I always wanted to try to get closer to that place, to lean out towards wherever it was. With my 'antennae' I could sense so much that was unknown, if only I could find the door I felt I might be able to reach it. It's very hard to explain, but I think all these feelings inspired me, much later. I wanted to use music to explain how I felt, but also to reach out, to get closer to the unknown. If I were a talented poet I would probably try to write a poem about it.
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When it all became too much, I could retreat into my musical world. It was like a cocoon around me, everything inside was just beautiful and safe. I could imagine every single instrument saying something- the bass wouldn't just be a bass guitar, it would be a big, deep personality. Music was as familiar to me as the human voice and human language, with proper words and sentences. It all made sense, in its own musical way.
It was as if I was an alien, remembering what it was like being on my home planet, where people didn't talk, where they sang and emitted musical sounds as a way of communication. It I turned off my 'language translator device', all I could hear was fuzz and gobbledegook. An actual human voice taking is not a nice sound at all, most of the time. Different languages have some horrible sounds in them- the strange, guttural sounds of various European languages, for instance- it is not a very elegant way of communicating at all. Whereas the wonderful, musical world was much more graceful, a kind of nirvana in music, a place of safety that I lived in and that stopped the panic attacks from coming.