This is the story of a man who invited evil into his life; who was antagonized by a demon, a legion of demons, an Angel of Death, and Satan; who was possessed, made immortal, and coaxed into attempting suicide; and who was an atheist but became a Christian. This is a story of tragedy, but also a story of victory for God. This is my story.
Motivation
I am posting this to share the good news of God's victory in my life. I am also posting in hopes that this story will strengthen your faith.
Background
In many was I was a stereotypical redditor: a white, atheist male in his 20's with Asperger's. Note that in this story I am usually behind on sleep and therefore make a bunch of poor choices.
Could it just be a psychotic break?
That's what my psychiatrist believes. However, which sounds more likely: someone invites evil into his life, and evil obliges, or someone invites evil into his life and has a psychotic break in a way that makes it appear that evil obliges?
Disclaimer
If you believe you are being possessed by a demon, speak to a psychiatrist immediately. There's a good chance that you have a mental illness that is easily treatable with medication. If, after taking the medication, the symptoms don't go away, then talk to your psychiatrist about talking to a priest.
My story
I had reached a low point in my life. I had no job, my parents were threatening to kick me out of the house, and the love of my life, my computer, had been locked away. I did what the Bible warned against: I went to bed angry. In my anger and depression I committed Unspeakable Act #1. And with that, I made myself vulnerable to possession. I call it an unspeakable act because it is a very dangerous act that I don't wish to share with the Internet. There are bound to be people who would try it.
Sometime later, I laid down to go to sleep for the night. I didn't get much sleep the night before because I was smart and decided to read true ghost stories on reddit right before going to bed. I wasn't in bed for ten seconds before I heard a knocking noise in my room. I thought it must have been my imagination, but ten seconds later came another knocking noise. I tried to ignore it, but that didn't work too well. This continued the whole night. I didn't sleep well for the second night in a row.
In the morning the knocking noises finally went away. I tried to make sense of the situation. Maybe my nightmares from the night before had attracted spirits to the house. I told my parents about the knocking noises, and they said it could be animals. I said that animals don't make a knocking noise every 10 seconds and requested that we get a medium to see if there are any spirits in the house. My parents wouldn't have any of it.
My parents were gone for most of the day, so I was left home alone with the "spirits". Every once in a while I felt a cold presence around me. I decided to try some mediuming of my own. I found a dangling string of fuzz on the ceiling and said, "If you're there, move around." The string moved. "Are you nice?" The string moved. Yaay, it passed the are-you-nice test. To make sure I wasn't getting false positives, I asked, "Are you mean?" The string stayed still.
Whether the spirits were mean or nice, I still found them annoying. I googled how to get of unwanted spirits. I found out that for the nice ones all you have to do is tell them to go to the light. So that's what I did. Whenever I felt a cold presence, I told it to go to the light, and it went away.
After a while, this grew tiresome, and recalling the knocking noises, I began to suspect that there was something evil in the house. I googled how to get rid of mean spirits, and found out how to do a purging ceremony. I went to the family room and yelled, "This room is filled with light!" and made a force push motion toward the room. I repeated this for all the rooms in the house. At the end I yelled, "In the name of God, leave this house, and never come back!" At this point I was a Christian again. Boy did it feel good, after six long years of being an atheist, to have God by my side again. I felt exhausted and laid down on the couch. To my dread, I felt the cold presence of a spirit. And it lingered around for a while. I felt like it was pissed. "I'm sorry," I said sadly. "I'm just defending my home."
That night I asked my parents if I could sleep in their room, and they accepted. There were no knocking noises, and I slept well that night.
The next day my parents were gone again. I came to the conclusion that there was a single evil spirit in the house. I walked next to the refrigerator and said, “If you won't leave, then you are a trespasser!" Something got knocked over in the fridge and startled me. I opened the fridge and was startled by a dressing bottle falling out and to my dread heard a screeching noise coming from the lettuce bin. I put the dressing bottle back in a tippable position, closed the fridge, and went and grabbed a video camera. I came back, hit record, and asked, "Can you do that again?" and surprisingly I heard the dressing bottle get knocked over again. I opened the fridge and the bottle fell out again and again there was screeching coming from the lettuce bin. "You're going to be on YouTube!" I said. I planned on getting a good night's rest and showing my parents the video in the morning.
That night I asked my dad if I could sleep in his room again. He said, "No." "But I won't be able to sleep in my room. There's knocking noises," I pleaded. "Your brain is fried from playing too many video games. You made your bed and now you must lay in it," he said angrily. "Come on, I've always helped you out when you needed it." "Go to bed." I sadly went to my room and laid down.
I wasn't in bed for too long before I felt the spirit enter my feet. I could feel it slowly carving a path through me, first through my legs, and then my stomach, approaching my head. "I...I'll delete the video!" I stammered. The spirit slowly exited me, and then made two loud knocking noises. I stumbled to the garage where the camera was and deleted the video. I laid back in bed, and the spirit entered me again. I was bitter, but I managed to sleep well.
In the morning I realized the mess that I was in: sometime earlier I had committed Unspeakable Act #1, and now I was possessed by a demon. I googled how to perform a self-exorcism, but nothing useful came up. I cried a bit in church. My mom put her hand on my shoulder and asked, “What's wrong?” “I can feel the demon moving around inside of me,” I said. “Maybe it's just your imagination,” she said. After church we went to a family gathering. I continued to mope. The demon continued to move around inside me. When it was in my limbs, it felt like my muscles were cramping up. The worst was when it was in my head: it felt like I had a migraine headache. I expressed this to my mom. “It seems like it is just an annoyance,” she said. “I'm worried that it will gather energy and eventually be able to move stuff around,” I complained.
On the ride home, I continued to complain, and my mom continued to be incredulous. Eventually I remembered to bring up the camera incident. “I recorded the demon knocking over the salad dressing and screeching at me from the lettuce bin,” I stated. “Where's the video?” my mom asked. “It made me delete it,” I said. This somehow moved her. “Maybe try praying to God for protection,” she suggested. I tried it and it worked. As long as I continued to pray for protection, the demon would stay out of my body. Maybe we can defeat this thing, I thought.
When we got home, I asked my mom if it was a good idea to go ask the pastor for an exorcism. She said, “Fine, go ahead.” So I sped to church while continuing to pray for protection. I got there just as the pastor was leaving. Thank goodness! “Pastor, can you perform an exorcism on me?” I asked. “I have no experience performing exorcisms,” he said. “Aww, that's too bad. I was hoping you had experience because I remember one of the other pastors mentioning doing an exorcism,” I said. “I can try,” the pastor said. He put his hand on my shoulder and prayed that God would protect me and would cast the demon out of me. I thanked the pastor and drove home. When I got home, to my disappointment, I felt the cold presence of the demon.
That evening I prayed my butt off. I made up for six years of not praying. That night I still wasn't allowed to sleep in my parents' room, but my mom came up with the idea of both of us sleeping in the family room. I prayed myself to sleep. However, either I said something bad while sleep-praying, or I had a panic attack because I found it hard to breathe all of a sudden. Had I said something that gave the demon permission to restrict my breathing? I turned on the fan, but that didn't help. I went up to my room, opened the window, and stuck my head up to it, but that didn't help. I felt miserable, and began writing my suicide note. I didn't sleep well that night.
(continued in the comments)
Submitted October 26, 2014 at 11:21PM by ExExChristian http://ift.tt/1tsM7LI Christianity
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