Originally posted by rachel07
I photographed a demon in a local church, which I believe may have been summoned by some youths that use the cemetery and grounds for drugs and
drinks.
I can assure you I didn't summon the creature up. My dog became anxious while I was photographing the small church grounds and cemetery in one of our
local villages.
I theorized that some youths may have conjured it up by playing with the Ouija board or some satanic type practice to invoke the creature.
I was protected from it through my faith, but it didn't stop my dog from getting agitated and panicky. She must have seen it.
I hadn't copied and pasted info on this post, so I couldn't retrieve it at the time, but this picure is real. I'm portraitist and recognizing
faces comes naturally. This isn't an animals head. If you put in the gimp, or photoshop and selected the find edges or turned it into a drawing
you'd see.
Edit to add: the experience I had lasted for over 2 months and was odd. It was in the stage between sleep, or while asleep. But it happened off and
on several times a week at any time of the day, when I would be drugged quickly into sleep, all my energy gone, and suddenly on the couch, in what
seemed like another dimensional place.
When it happened in the tub, I really tried hard to think of alternative things until I could get my energy back, because I was afraid I would drown.
The main guy in the experience presented himself as beautiful and very sophisticated, though he possessed a strong jaki. I sensed he was a judge
immediately and thought of him as Satan. He carried an interdimensional book, with a votex in it. I asked him questions, he asked me questions. I
had a sword that shot rays of light, and I knew it was mine. It was loving energy. He asked me about it. He was careful to avoid it.
I kept trying to convince him/them to chose happiness, and evolution and joy and goodness, sunsets, and true love (but not with me). He thought I
would fall for him. I also kept asking for angel help. An answer would come in my heart that I was doing fine. Not really. It didn't seem that
way to me. I would have thought it was a strange imagination, except when I pulled away from it in the tub, my kids errupted into a war, and our
computer hit the ground. He said in my mind, "when I come, pay attention to me". And later, my teenage son, who is more than a little psi, drew me
aside and told me there was a judge in my bedroom. He saw him sitting on my bed. When I described this beautiful man with longish curly dark hair,
he said yes, the hair was exactly right.
I won't go into details, but
in the end, I had so much energy taken that I couldn't even call out for help, and wondered what next. St. Michael, I believe, arrived. He was at
lest 8 feet tall, and I was like a small child behind him, with long whitish blond hair, very stern and firmly kind to me. He said to climb upon his
back. The moment I did, we rose into the air, and the guy followed. They squared off as if in battle, but I woke up in shock. The moment I touched
the angel, a supernova of joy ran through me. Something out of this world. The signature of an angel to me is to bring the joy of heaven with
them.
[edit on 30-11-2008 by mystiq]
[edit on 30-11-2008 by mystiq]
