Hi everyone. I've been off ATS for a while, having been suffering from severe depression for the past six months, which has been coupled with some
effectively psychotic symptoms that I've interpreted to be a sort of demonic oppression. I am a Christian, so do believe in the angelic and demonic
realms, but I've had a lot of doubts and questions concerning my own faith, some of which I've (stupidly) voiced here on ATS in the past couple of
weeks since tentatively coming back online, stirring up pointless argument from both sides of the fence (believers/ non-believers). Incidentally, I
don't have an agenda here, I just want to share my experience with you, primarily as an encouragement to those who may be facing similar problems.
Please bear with me as I relate the experience, as I tell it from a faith-based perspective.
So last night, having not slept too well for several nights, I took a bunch of valerian root tablets in the hope of drifting off to the Land of Nod
(where I've been having generally bad and discomforting dreams for the past six months). Almost 2am and still no sleep. Began to feel and hear
multiple demonic presences which basically laid into me ceaselessly for an hour with all sorts of malicious nonsense, which is very distressing in and
of itself. Went downstairs and had a cigarette, praying for it to stop. Got the sense that there was a reassurance offered in the Spirit, but after
going back upstairs the same crapola continued. I ended up simply enduring it, praying and affirming my faith constantly, until sheer exhaustion
forced me into a very brief OOBE.
In the OOBE I found myself standing upright in my children's bedroom, though everything was a bit fuzzy (as has always been the way of my involuntary
OOBEs, which occur infrequently ordinarily). I randomly said something about 'changing the referee' (had watched a lot of football yesterday -
English and Spanish leagues - so I guess it was fresh in my subconscious). At once I was overwhelmed by a feeling of extreme dizziness, and a sense
of electrical energy rushing throughout my entire astral form. I was about to collapse, but someone (couldn't see who) took hold of my forearms and
lowered me back into my body where I woke up with a start.
Something felt different, but I couldn't put my finger on what exactly had changed. I was wide awake, and a bit annoyed about that fact, so I took my
puzzled self downstairs for another cigarette. As I was smoking, I realised that the sense of demonic presences and the voices I'd been battered with
had completely gone! I thanked God immediately - I'd had faith that the horribly negative experiences would end, but I hadn't expected it to happen
in such a dramatic way, so suddenly - and I had almost given up hope several times in these past few months.
So up I go, back to bed, and my wife wakes up so I explain what just happened. Obviously she's pleased, and we switch on the radio for ten minutes to
settle into normalcy before trying to sleep again. We listen mostly to a Christian radio station called UCB Inspirational. It was 3am, and an
apologist (Ravi Zachariah) came on and gave a discourse on the wonders of the scientific complexities of the human body. I listened to the whole
thing and found it highly edifying, considering what I'd just experienced as another wonder of the human condition.
Then came a twist. I switched off the radio, and over the course of several minutes, found that the evil presences and voices began to return, more
sadistic than before with real 'hope-crushers' being spouted. I was gutted, but held onto the faith that this might be a temporary setback. After a
while, I suddenly found myself in a strange condition. I felt a strong surge of the electrical energy that I had experienced earlier, causing
uncontrollable shakiness and a sense of head-spin, though it seemed that I was still in my body. Then it was as though a demonic force (externally -
not a case of possession) had taken hold of my legs and was raising them upwards. I had a sense that I was being held in a forcefield of some kind,
and it wasn't a pleasant experience. I woke suddenly from the trance-like state, this time breathing heavily and properly panicked, unable to process
what had happened. I was shaken for several minutes before relaxing a bit (despite the presences/voices having an occasional crack at me - I won't
repeat the things that were said, as it really is negative, nasty, horrible stuff)
After a while, a similar state occurred with equal suddenness. I felt as though my body were twisted round on the bed by this malevolent exterior
force, and I felt pressure on my legs, with the same head-spinning energised grip being exerted over my whole form. It subsided as quickly as it
began, and I realised that only my astral body had been moved, I was still positioned with my head on the pillow in the normal way - and once again I
was panicked and breathless - this time I woke my wife simply by my rapid breathing.
The whole process repeated another five or six times that I can recall, with various pressures being exerted on my legs and body, and specifically my
neck, with a real feeling of strangulation; there was the same sense of being turned around or moved in the bed, and the sense that a powerful, evil
entity was standing over the foot of the bed - all the while I was in this debilitating energetic grip. These experiences occurred separately, with
times of probably several minutes in between each one. In the end I actually sought the experience in my will, wanting to scream and yell at the
entity causing them, though that did nothing but make things worse; I said something like ''come on then you b***ard, what else can you do?!''
My mental outburst led to the one of the worst experiences, where I felt that I was literally grabbed by the ankles and pulled off the bed, landing
hard on the floor and being dragged several feet across the room. 'It' began to press down on my legs and force an almost painful pressure into my
lower body. I woke up horrified, barely able to breathe, and exclaimed ''Oh my God'' loudly - again waking my wife. All of that experience had
occurred in the astral dimension, despite an incredible sense of it being totally and utterly real - there was even the proper sense of weight and
'painful' contact as I hit the floor. Despite my fears that I had actually been grabbed and dragged across the room, my physical body was exactly
where it should have been. At this point I went for another cigarette to calm my nerves.
After returning from my smoke, I began to slip into more tangible OOBEs, which lasted for longer periods of time than those previously, and which were
essentially an experience of horror. There was a single entity which seemed to delight in torturing me, and devised cunning ways to do so. I won't
go into the details, save for a couple: In one I saw the entity as my wife standing at my side - it had taken on her form - as a sadistic means of
making me hope that the experiences had taken on a more positive note; suffice to say, the optimism didn't last long. At one point it was jumping up
and down on my back, jabbing me with spiked tendrils. Between these experiences I would wake up, numb with terror, yet all the while clinging onto
hope that the situation would change. Prayer was my only weapon, but it seemed to be slow progress.
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