I made a promise to all of you, here on ATS, that I would report back to you if anything else strange should happen to me. For those of you unfamiliar
with my story, please view these links (below), which I have posted in chronological order for ease of viewing:
1. Speaking with Dirty Laundry
2. My Encounter: The Beast of Bray Road
3. The Dan Incident
This thread is entitled, “Spiritual Warfare,” because that is precisely
the nature of this most-recent occurrence. This occurrence is
currently ongoing, but I believe the end is in sight—and I will get to all of that in a moment. But first:
What this thread is not
is a debate over the reality of God and Jesus and demons—there are plenty of other threads around for that but this
is not one of them. I will ignore questions like that, because I am not here to try to prove anything to anyone. I am just here to tell you the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth—so help me, God. It is up to you to believe or disbelieve me—and I will not fault you if you do not
believe me, nor will I change my story, as incredible and insane as it may sound. At the very least, I hope you listen to what I say and keep it in
mind as a possibility.
For those of you who are already well-aware that this kind of thing is real, I write this especially for you, so that you know that you are not alone
in this battle, even if you might be in one totally different than mine—for God is with us. Before I begin, I want to include a quote from The Holy
Bible: “’No weapon that is formed against you will prosper; and every tongue that accuses you in judgement you will condemn. This is the heritage
of the servants of the Lord, and their vindication is from Me,’ declares the Lord” (Isaiah 54:17).
Before I get into the meat of what happened and the actual strange situation, I need to give you guys some backstory so you understand what I
understand about all of this, that way, we can all have a meeting of the minds, knowing the same information:
What first presented itself to me as an opportunity to speak the truth about our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, to someone who asked me about it on
Facebook, ended up being a bit of a trap. Now, the Holy Spirit warned me initially that it was a trap, but I proceeded because I felt compelled to do
so. What happened was, I commented on a friend’s post (which was fearful, talking about what he’d seen) a person who has also seen the Beast of
Bray Road creature, and I reminded him to remember what I had told him previously—about Jesus. Out of the blue, one of his friends comments back to
me, asking me what I meant by that. I told him, in brief, what happened to me (which I hope you’ve read, in the second link). He said that he had
also seen it (and was the one in the car with the person who initially wrote the status, so he had seen it, too). From there, being the type of person
who reaches out and is supportive to others, especially fellow graduates from my same high school (albeit a couple years older than me), I sent this
person a friend request.
The male in question is 28, lives alone, has an alcohol and coc aine problem, and says he is possessed. He appeared to have no friends, despite
being kind. He has children, but is separated and has a bad relationship with the mother of his kids. He is chronically depressed and suicidal, and
also happens to like the anime, Bleach (which my name on ATS is derived from). Of course, being a skeptic, I did not believe him at face value because
possession is a rare occurrence and he appeared to be normal. My fiancé and I even hung out with him, once, and went on a brief walk with him after
picking him up outside of what he said was his house, which was located directly across the street from a liquor store in the city. He had a strange
vibe about him, and I noticed something dark in his energy and told him about it afterwards. I also hugged him afterwards, since I kind of knew in the
back of my head that I would probably never see this person again, but I wanted him to know that I cared and that I wished him the best. However, as
time wore on, he said things that put me ill at-ease. Things that I knew that I had heard before—not from him—but from that demon when I was a kid
(see the first link). It happened like right after we hung out—all of a sudden I got this really scary stomach-dropping feeling while reading a
message from him on Facebook Messenger. He said he wanted to get me out of there to open me up because I was ‘closed off’ or something (I did not
understand, but I felt this fear, nonetheless, because I wanted nothing to do with that). I felt like there was something watching me or a presence
in the room, rather. And so I went to bed, prayed about it, and by the next morning all seemed to be well. So then I get a message from a long-time
friend (and also someone who is involved in Wicca) who tells me to delete and block the guy, because he has been creepy to her (she was a mutual
friend, hence why I also sent him the request) and she has a bad feeling about him and wanted to warn me. Naturally, having been spooked the night
prior, I took her up on her advice and did so.
Then, I had a change of heart and tried to reach out to him and explained that I must have misunderstood the situation and that I felt compromised
because of my association with God, because I cannot just stand by and be okay with something potentially evil, and I was concerned about him. He did
not respond to the message, but I added him back as a friend until the strange things started happening.
It began the week following Easter Sunday of this year (2017). All of a sudden, out of the blue, I start ‘hearing’ (it isn’t like literally
hearing, which is why I have the quotes. It is almost like it is on a separate dimensional layer of reality and not like literally here
makes sense. It is like an echo when someone throws their voice. I have difficulty explaining it, as does my fiancé who also heard it [and I will get
into that shortly, as well]) these demonic whispers.
Of course, immediately I began wondering if I was going insane. I study psychology, though, so I knew that what I was experiencing wasn’t psychosis,
nor was it a delusion. I just had no explanation for it, since I lacked a visual. I knew right away that it was something evil, though, due to its
blasphemous tendencies and also due to the fact that it has the same voice as the thing I talked to as a kid. They say they’re demons and I’ve
gotten three names out of them: Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Belial, although I believe there to be five entities based on their conversation with one
another. They used the usual scare tactics, which worked on me and I was a scared mess and deer in the headlights, thinking that I was either
possessed or going crazy—until I went to go and speak with some Catholic priests.