posted on May, 3 2012 @ 09:54 AM
So anyway - I originally posted this in the Gray area under a title which may have put off a lot of readers that I would like to have a look over it.
I've had zero responses from Christians under that thread, so I figured I would repost it here, where some people of the Christian faith are likely
to see it more easily. I have edited it significantly, so it reads a little better than the original - mods, please consider my reasons for the
repost and if possible allow it to stay here in its new home...
I'd like to share an experience with you, hopefully something that will encourage you to think on subjects you may never have considered
previously… Please, take the time to read through if you possibly can (you could do it in chunks, perhaps over coffee or cigarette breaks, or just
during a bland moment at work). Please bear with me – the ideas may seem alien at first, perhaps outdated or irrelevant to your life - I relate the
experience from a faith-based perspective. I hope you find it interesting at the very least.
So. I’m thirty years old, married with two children, and had been working as a TV producer before needing to take time off sick last year. This
was as a result of my becoming very ill, very suddenly. I was diagnosed with a severe depression - coupled with psychotic symptoms (hearing malicious
voices in my mind. seeing terrifying visions in my mind’s eye – even physical hallucinations). One of the worst aspects was hour upon hour of
very bad nightmares almost every night.
I am a Christian, so on careful reflection I tentatively accepted that the psychotic symptoms were a form of demonic attack. This concept is not new,
having been seen in hundreds of films and TV series over the past thirty years or more. As a Christian for the past ten years or so, I had believed
in the angelic and demonic realms, but I've had a lot of doubts and questions concerning my own faith. These doubts led me to stop going to church,
and to stop paying attention to what God might have been trying to say to me.
Perhaps the idea of God talking to people is a bit too much for you to accept at face value, so I’ll explain a little further.
I come from a branch of Christianity that believes that all the things Jesus did 2000 years ago – healings, exorcisms, the impartation of hidden
knowledge from a supernatural source; even raising the dead – are actively occurring in some modern churches. One quick example: A guy from our
church who had very quickly (within the space of weeks) been declared clinically and legally blind (due to degradation and the ultimate severing of
the optic nerves – told he had zero chance of ever seeing again) was literally miraculously cured, receiving his full sight in an instant. This
happened recently, randomly enough as he was using the toilet (!!) one morning only a few months ago.
God had spoken through the type of miraculous impartation of knowledge I mentioned earlier (known as a ‘word of knowledge’ by those who believe in
and seek the experience through prayer) while he had been praying with friends some time earlier. In that prayer time, one of the other guys felt God
say: ‘’You will lose your sight for a time, and will have to rely on your brothers in the church for support’’. At the time this was revealed
he had been able to see perfectly well, and had no idea that he had any problems with his eyes - he thought the sight being referred to was
metaphorical, like ‘losing his way’ in a spiritual sense perhaps. But of course, the word referenced a literal loss of sight, and also prophesied
a recovery of sight after a time.
So coming back to my experience (on 01/05/2012), 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, equally hoping it wouldn’t be yet more nightmares – but 2am came and still no sleep. I began to hear multiple
demonic presences, and sense / see them in the atmosphere around me. They basically laid into me ceaselessly for an hour with all sorts of malicious
nonsense, which is very distressing in and of itself. After a while I went downstairs and had a cigarette, praying for it to stop. I got the sense
that there was a reassurance offered in the Spirit, but after going back upstairs the same crap continued. I ended up simply enduring it, praying and
affirming my faith constantly, until sheer exhaustion forced me into a very brief OOBE (out-of-body experience). I have, until the night in question,
only ever experienced around four or five of these OOBEs. They have always been involuntary, and local to my physical body. I've never got past the
street outside my house before snapping back into my body, either through fear or by accidentally waking myself up having realised I'm out of
In the OOBE I found myself standing upright in my children's bedroom, though everything was a bit fuzzy and indistinct – as though seeing
everything through a field of static (as has always been the way of my OOBEs). Standing there, I randomly said something about 'changing the
referee' (having watched a lot of football the day previous, both English and Spanish leagues, I guess it was fresh in my subconscious). At once a
feeling of extreme dizziness overwhelmed me. There was a sense of electrical energy rushing throughout my entire ‘astral’ form. I was about to
collapse under its influence, but some other person – perhaps an angel, though I couldn't see clearly at this stage - 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 - 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 to be another wonder of the human condition.