a reply to: LifeisGrand
You are correct, I like many others have almost given up on occasion and I have personally experienced demonic attack of the spiritual nature, now I
know that many others will now put me in there mental cuckoo clock with this statement but I first encountered a spirit calling itself Satan as a
small child, I did not see it but heard it as it played at me with a sympathetic voice saying I was going to have a bad life but if I gave it my soul
it would give me a wonderful life, it then called itself Satan.
Now get this it spoke into my right ear, I have poor hearing on my right side and my right eye has poor sight, when it spoke it sounded like an
asthmatic old man speaking in a wheezing whisper into my ear, I of course said NO! and ran inside but then being a child forgot it, the next time that
I can recall (Recall) was when I was 23 and suffering a very bad time in my life, the same entity spoke to me and stole a memory, it can litterally
snatch memorys from your mind but if you try you can recall most of what it block's.
I have suffered being outside my body and being in what felt like a wirlpool or current as if I was under water yet forcing myself against this
current that seemed to be trying to suck me down a dark tunnel into the abyss and on that occasion I had to force my way back to my body three
One another I was asleep and came awake flying, I was not in control and below me there was a jungle with a clearing and what looked like a loggers
camp (I was only about 14 at the time), I found myself struggling against whatever had hold of me and being unable to break it's grip, I flew down and
into the head of another person, younger than me and of the opposite gender, I had to suffer what she did at the hand's of a fat ugly sweating man
with a bald head and that shocked me so much I snapped the hold that was keeping me there and almost instantly like a rubber band that has been
stretched I snapped back to my body with such a shock I jumped off my bed and screamed No aloud but for the last few seconds I had against my will
taken control of her and that man had seen my face, the look of shock on his face lived with me for a long time.
I have encountered shadow demons, suffered a physical spiritual attack in which my emotions were litterally killed and it took years for them to come
back but much more distant than they had been and I have experience aports (Spritual teleportations of objects), poltergiest activity (my whole family
experienced that in the house we occupied at the time) and other thing's.
It got so bad at one point I asked a little being that seemed not evil to let me OUT, I litterally rose about a few inches awake, not asleep out of
my body and the room was illuminated by a light that was like static lightning, no shadows anywhere so I know that light was coming from myself, I had
one intention to go and drag the devil to it's doom even if that meant I died in my soul as well but something very big pushed my at my chest back
into my body, I could not see it but it did.
I have once in my life experiences a good entity that I can say with no doubt was actually that, I felt a presentment as we were going up snowdon the
following day and the weather was bad, I simply knew that I was going to die so prayed to god if it was my time then I accepted his will but to please
look after my family and friend's when I felt, heard is too simple a world this being made the devil look like a flea, I felt a presence all around
me, it was both comforting and made me intensely self aware and both frightened and ashamed, it simply told he "Do not be afraid My son, this is
neither the time Nor the place", The following day I nearly got killed but for a fluke action by two of the other lad's that saved my life, they were
just in the right place at the right time to catch me as I slipped backward and fell off a cliff face, I had a cheap matric watch from an electronic
retailor called Dixon's that used to trade her and it was a sports model with a thick crystal face, John gripped my wrist so tightly as he and Andrew
cought me that the watch face was pulverised yet I had no bruise, no injury on my wrist and there grip felt light as a feather, when we got back down
to the hut we had hired inside I noticed a painting on the wall that non of us could interpret was now starkly clear to me, it was a shepherd holding
a lamb on one shoulder with another peeking out at his ankle, he was holding a shepherd crook like a staff and had his hood up with his bearded face
just visible in the shadow of a rain storm, it was perfectly clear were as before neither I nor the other lads could interpret it.
I know the devil is real and there is more than one of them, I tried to go and get even with it for what it has done to my life and to other's but
God has his plan and it shall be done HIS way, make no bone's about it the devil is finished even if he is allowed to run wild for a time and nothing
that he breaks is beyond god's ability to make whole so all the devil does is futile and it know's it which makes it even madder.
It is the evil in men that is far worse though.