I don't know if this is what you're looking for, but I've had one, and it had to do with the type of work that a lot of us deal with here.
The group that I'm involved with deals with a lot of paranormal beings because we have to. We don't go out looking, but we happen to find anyway. Stuff happens around and to us, and we have to deal, so we do.
Let me first say that astral poisoning kind of sucks on the physical body as well. As you know, an astral wound if strong enough can reflect itself in phantom or even physical wounds of the body. It's the same with injuries that we can feel even though they happened in our past lives. I had to fight someone in the astral that I had known for a very long time, and to say the least, he was much stronger than I was. But me being me, I was stupid, and wanted to fight him before he tried his next move. So I did, and by some fluke or maybe the sole bit of good karma I had left, I won. But not without my fair share of hits. The poison he had on his blade was called taint.
Taint is essentially malice in its most pure form. But on the blade it worked as a poison slowly shutting my body down. I was lucky to have my friends with me because without them, I'm not sure how I would have made it out of that night. I can't say I remember more than a few words after the poison started. I do remember hearing crying from an important faerie friend of mine, so I assumed it was pretty bad. But again thanks to my friends, I'm here today. I did get a big slap on the back of the head for the stupidity, but in the end the problem of that night was solved.
"'THE WAY I SEE IT,' said Crowley, 'no one has to pull the trigger.' He gave Aziraphale a bright and brittle grin." -Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
Bookmarks