My friend, I think you've just described me. I must be an old human soul because I don't feel this is my first time existing. If I am wrong, then maybe I am an alien or at least what I have been raised to call a demon.
I have no shame in saying that my entire family seems to be engrossed in spiritual problems from the time I was born. I grew up in a family with a lot of mental and emotional strife. My mom was the religious type always taking me to church and my dad was the guy raising hell. I grew up extremely hostile and angry as a child because I hated the way my father would curse and yell and threaten physical abuse on my family. My mom would always try to stop him and intervene, to "protect us" but I've started to think that it was all an act. That they were both in on it together because they were trying to cause my siblings and I to be mentally unstable so that these controlling aliens or demons could have a home. You know good cop vs. bad cop. I am sure that sounds totally crazy, but I have learned things aren't always what they seem in this world.
At some point I determined that I would stand up to him and become fearless and not be weak, but in the process of trying to show no fear in the midst of terror I became a terrorist myself. I started acting just like him towards my family and friends. I have always been asthmatic and terribly thin, but I started to feel strong and invicible. I could stand and look him in the eye while the veins in his neck bulged and his face turned red and he made lunging movements towards me. After a while I was able to stare him down with a look in my eye that said I could kill and no danger of any tears or signs of weakness. I would talk back and he would laugh and say boy am I afraid of that one and her mouth. But it wasn't my words that he was afraid of, it was that I now I had a demon stronger than he that wasn't going to tolerate any nonesense from anyone. To get that power, I had unknowingly sold my soul and I would rant and curse and it was out of my control. I recall standing in the living room one day cursing at my brother over something minute and I could feel my mouth was just open. I wasn't thinking or talking, but words were flying out that I couldn't control. I had hateful thoughts towards everyone and very deep darkness. It was one day at school my friend did something and I let loose and the look on her face was total horror. I think at that point I realized that I hadn't become stronger than him, but I had become him. But wasn't that the plan all along? Prepare a new body for his demon family?
I didn't have a terrible childhood and it wasn't always angry, but the instances of terrorism were very very intense. I never even sustained any physical abuse so I consider myself pretty lucky, but never knowing when a crazy or demonic parent is going to snap and how far they will take it is actually very harmful. I think all mental illness is actually alien control or what is known as demon possession.
The number of experiences and things I've discovered is far too many for this single post.
To this day I have a hard time between telling the difference between whether the person being controlled is a victim or whether they are a willing participant. I might think my dad was a willing participant, but what he said always troubled me very much. He always said, you know your daddy loves you right? Never said I love you as if he was referring to someone else. Makes you wonder who was talking.
This world troubles me deeply, but is this what this world was meant to be? A training ground? A school for new souls until they graduate and overcome? I really don't know.
edit on 14-3-2011 by MaryStillToe because: (no reason given)

