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A entity followed my friend since he was a little boy.she came to feed him and seemed very loving.Now she still comes and more charming seducing .she is half naked.My friend loves this entity .only till recently his health and life in big trouble...
but he still doesnt want to let her go.
he feels she is goddess or ancestor.(because her face looks like his father' side)
Most others feel she is succubus. but a few also feel she is ancestor.

How do u think and how to handle?

I think the entity probably has nothing to do with his health or life crisis, as almost everyone will eventually have health and life issues eventually regardless of succubi.
I say if he loves her, let him be.

I've never seen succubi causing anyone serious harm, yet, I've only seen the opposite - they often help their chosen companions to achieve emotional, energetic balance, or something along the lines, though it doesn't mean they can actually cure illnesses.

> he still doesnt want to let her go.

This is very common as the entity makes the human host feel special. Who would want to be insignificant after being special?

In this case the OP might like to look inwardly at the friend, and then include the entity in the view.

How much freedom does the human have in the relationship?

I once "caught" a nightmare entity.
I just wanted to love it and hug it and call it George.
It was not amused.
I was amused though.

I guess what I'm saying is, regardless of what it may be... I wouldn't react to it through the lens of fear. Reactions made in fear usually cause more problems than they fix.

Kath wrote: ↑Wed Nov 11, 2020 4:06 pm I once "caught" a nightmare entity.
I just wanted to love it and hug it and call it George.
It was not amused.
I was amused though.

I guess what I'm saying is, regardless of what it may be... I wouldn't react to it through the lens of fear. Reactions made in fear usually cause more problems than they fix.

I once met a nightmare girl, the loveliest of all,
Even though her eyes and lips were black like void.
Even though her growling voice made lions run and hide.
And even though she would paint my dreams in terror
That made a grown man lay in bed with lights on,
Hugging pillows till the morning light.
I still loved my nightmare girl
and fed her strawberries every day,
Until her lips turned red, and eyes got blue,
Her pale skin gained lively pink hue,
She came to me one day in flowery dress
And neat and tidy hair, I never seen before.
To only say "Thank you and goodbye,
There is something else I want to become now."
And my nightmare girl was no more..

Doesn't rhyme, but true story (mostly, partially)

thank you, your words move me ...

Cerber wrote: ↑Tue Dec 29, 2020 11:56 pm I once met a nightmare girl, the loveliest of all,
Even though her eyes and lips were black like void.
Even though her growling voice made lions run and hide.
And even though she would paint my dreams in terror
That made a grown man lay in bed with lights on,
Hugging pillows till the morning light.
I still loved my nightmare girl
and fed her strawberries every day,
Until her lips turned red, and eyes got blue,
Her pale skin gained lively pink hue,
She came to me one day in flowery dress
And neat and tidy hair, I never seen before.
To only say "Thank you and goodbye,
There is something else I want to become now."
And my nightmare girl was no more..

Doesn't rhyme, but true story (mostly, partially)

sounds so sad though
the suicide of the nightmare girl
pity she couldn't "become more" without amputating.

Kath wrote: ↑Wed Dec 30, 2020 8:40 pm

Cerber wrote: ↑Tue Dec 29, 2020 11:56 pm I once met a nightmare girl, the loveliest of all,
Even though her eyes and lips were black like void.
Even though her growling voice made lions run and hide.
And even though she would paint my dreams in terror
That made a grown man lay in bed with lights on,
Hugging pillows till the morning light.
I still loved my nightmare girl
and fed her strawberries every day,
Until her lips turned red, and eyes got blue,
Her pale skin gained lively pink hue,
She came to me one day in flowery dress
And neat and tidy hair, I never seen before.
To only say "Thank you and goodbye,
There is something else I want to become now."
And my nightmare girl was no more..

Doesn't rhyme, but true story (mostly, partially)

sounds so sad though
the suicide of the nightmare girl
pity she couldn't "become more" without amputating.

Amputating? Is it a metaphor for something, or did my poor choice of words implied something else than what I had in mind?
She simply become something/someone else.
A nightmare girl wanted to be with me, but after being with me for a while, she stopped being "nightmare girl", and that new "not nightmare girl any more" didn't want to be with me.
But yes, those were the sad few days.

amputating who she once was
as apposed to 'additive change'

although given a long enough time, I supposes there's little difference.

Perhaps she became who/what she was meant to become, or who/what she used to be, who knows... Well maybe I should have, when I had the chance I didn't ask, now that I'd like to ask, she not around any more.
We often meet people in certain transitional states, and assume that's the way they are and even assume that's the way they will remain, just find out later it was all just a dream (or a nightmare), and the day came when all parties simply woke up, or something along the lines

probably the most realistic take on it.