Whether or not you believe in Demonic Possession or Demonic Influence is your own opinion, the question of it's reality and existence isn't just a matter of "opinion" for me, but the down right truth. If you want to here a real life story that will surely get you thinking about the reality of the battle between "Good and Evil" "Demons and Angels" & "God vs Satan", then feel free to read on... Everyone's soul is at stake.
I have a deep, heavy, and long real life personal story and experience that I would like to share with all of you.
October 12th 2008, my brother died (we were extremely close, he was 24 and I was 23 at the time, I am 26 now) Just to add to this disaster, my best friend died 6 months later, both in freak accidents, my brother killed on his motorcycle, this is what happens when another biker makes an illegal U-turn right in front of your path while driving on a highway with no were to go, both dead) and my best friend on a boat that crashed into another boat on memorial day weekend, dead. To say the least, my entire world and reality was ripped apart and everything I thought I knew and wanted in life was completely shattered and changed forever. This is when everything changed.
I was put to the test, my mind, my body, my spirit, and soul. If I was too get through this It was going to take everything in me, every bit of strength that I could obtain, it was my only chance if I wanted to continue with life. I was put on a path, a path that would require me to understand Death and the afterlife as much as possible, the real hard stuff in life (stuff that we really won't ever fully understand until we get to that point ourselves)
I began what felt like a never ending quest of seeking the truth to what's beyond this world and looking for answers from God until I got what I was looking for, it really wasn't a choice at this point, it was the direction my mind was going and I was going along with it for the ride one way or the other, it's not like I could just "let it go and move on". I was a wreckless alcoholic at that point, I could probably down half a handle of vodka if not more in a day no problem just to wash away some of the pain to avoid the reality of my life. I was spiritual progressing every single day and it began opening up a lot of new gateways and answers, both good and bad realities. I knew for certain of God's existence through personal experiences, as well the Devil's existence And the struggle between Good and Evil and seriousness of it all, which ultimately boils down to the fight over each and everyone of our souls for eternity.
Shortly after these disasters I was fortunate enough to get very close with a previous friend of mine, Kelly, I knew her since we were kids and we use to go to church together. We both started to really hangout a little while after all this went down, she became my Girlfriend and she was there for me while I really didn't have anyone else that could hold my heart through this, not the way I needed at least. It was like we were both magnetically drawn to each other the first time I saw her at my friends funeral, almost as if God was pushing us towards each other Everything was just amazing in the beginning Though she had many of her own issues going on as well It didn't seem to matter to me, we were each others rock, nothing could get between us and I loved her so much, my heart felt something again and it was warm when I was with her and I felt like I could maybe survive this and have a chance at a happy life again. I helped her, she helped me. Well after about 5-6 months of being together, she started really worrying me at this point in our relationship, the last 2 years of her life were pretty hellish as well, she would cut herself and attempted suicide a few times and went into hospital treatments several times those years before I was with her, she started bringing up these things with me how she was starting to get extremely depressed again (feeling suicidal) and was really wanting to cut herself, etc... I was very emotionally and physically connected to her, I wanted to help her more than anything in the world, the love I felt for her I knew I needed her to be ok and happy, even if it would be difficult, the word difficult doesn't even come close to describing how hard it really became. I asked God for answers and told him I would do anything to help this girl I love. Talking with her and telling her I knew she could get through this and these suicidal feelings would pass and trying to lift her spirits through words just didn't seem to work... I took another approach.
Well, basically it turned out that the Devil and his horde of demons was on this girl hardcore (that might sound a little crazy, but just read on)... I knew this because, well, quite frankly she played around with tarot cards before and did other things with that kind of black magic that in my opinion you just shouldn't mess with. At one point when we were away on vacation together down the shore she took out some tarot cards and played around with them with me. I didn't really think much of it... Until late that night when she was fast as leep. Watching TV because I wasn't tired yet, in just an instance I felt the room close in tight, like I was caged in with something I knew I didn't want to be there with. It was an intensely scary demonic energy and presence, as if the Devil himself was in the room with me digging into my soul, I was never so scared or freaked out in my life, I couldn't move but be still and pray, opened my bible and read until it went away. I kind of freaked the next morning and told her what happened and how I wanted to totally change my life style and become clean (no more smoking, of any kind, pills, drugs, alcohol, etc...) and no more sex until we got married, etc... Etc... It was pretty intense for the both of us. I was noticing a lot of strong energies even before she pulled out those tarot cards... So you can see how this would just open up the spiritual gateways even more so and not in a good way at this point either... It was clear I had a lot more to deal with ahead.
Nonetheless, time moved on and I didn't have another encounter like this for a few weeks, things seemed to be ok, I actually felt at peace as if God was protecting me and I ended up cheating and having sex with her again and dam did it feel good and right... Things actually looked like they could be ok.
Either way I knew she was still struggling and given the opportunity to help her in anyway I would have hands down, and the opportunity did come...
It was one night she stayed over at my place, during this time I was becoming more of an insomniac everyday, the days and nights just blended at this point, I was barely getting any sleep because of the intense energies that I was feeling that just kept getting stronger. Like I was being led to some sort of climax. This night I was up particularly late, later than normal (6 a.m or so at this point) reading my bible next to her while she slept tight. After reading for a short while, the words literally starting popping out of the book and jumping around the pages, the energies were so strong that began expanding around me and I felt the pressure of the energy around me so incredibly strong that It was a feeling so powerful as if the presence of God himself was in the room, If I can explain part of what it was like, it would be like your brain being on fire (buzzing strong with energy blasting inward and outward) it also flat out was pointing out that the bible was straight up the truth and for real and it is and was the blood and flesh of God's law and word, written by people inspired by GOD... I mean it was such an overwhelming amazing feeling of power and peace and confidence in my soul and spirit that I felt, it was like everything just connected, made sense... Words cannot even describe the feelings that were going on inside me. Well... It wasn't too long after that I also felt an extremely strong and powerful negative force of energy coming from around my GirlFriend while she slept (she actually made some groans and demonic like noises when this was happening)... I knew for certain at this point that it was the Devil or an extremely strong demon that was there, hurting her so badly and I knew at this point with 100% certainty that this was the reason for her pain and constant battle with suicidal thoughts and feelings. This straight up evil presence knew I felt it's presence and knew that the power of Christ was with me, I felt much stronger and more confident then that last time I felt this horrible presence and was too scared to even move. This time I was prepped up, not only did I have Gods armor on, but he was with me, I wasn't afraid of anything... Not even the Devil. What felt like only moments, almost in a orchestrated and trance like state I was in, kind of like I was watching myself from a third person prospective, I basically put my hand on my Girlfriend's shoulder as this was happening and demanded this demon leave her alone... Basically an exorcism on her in the fullest way possible.
What happened after this point is the scariest stuff that I have ever experienced in my entire life... At the very instance I touched her there was a surge of pissed off, extremely angry and strong force of negative energy that straight up attacked me. Ripping right ito my soul and spirit, tearing it right out of my body and taking it on a "joy" ride to hell (or so it felt). I was dead inside... I never felt so empty and horrible, not even the worst depression or worst anxiety I ever felt could compare with what I was feeling... All I could say is... If I was given a taste of what hell would be like, this was probably the Devil's platinum tour package first class. I was scared out of my mind and thought I was completely screwed and that I really messed up here. I was pacing around the room for 10-15 minutes before leaving my apartment unexplained to my girl while she just still slept, to go home and address some of this stuff with my family. I was completely out of the world, physically I was there, but my mind going a million miles a second and I was shaken to my core and God only knows were my soul and spirit went, my family was freaked out obviously. That night I thought I was going to die for sure... I layed in bed and just waited to die and prayed to GOD to rid me of this horribleness and forgive me and save me if it was my time to go. Well, I didn't die... I just became a complete insomniac that didn't sleep, eat, (all bad habits including drinking/smoking, taking my K-pans for anxiety I stopped using) for over a week the most intensive part of this journey was happening... Yea I was attacked by every possible imaginable demon on the planet along with the devil and was freaked out more than words or anything I can describe here. It took its toll on me... I was never so scared in my life... The following weeks/months were brutal, after beginning to slowly get out of the spiritual realm I was in, the attacks started to cool down a lot of praying and fights with these demons I guess It was like a truce period, or so I thought (mind you I went in and out of the hospital 2 times because my parents were freaked out by my actions and called the police on me... Because I said things like I was going to Kill the Devil and God was coming back, etc... Etc...
After many months, 3-4 months after this happened the depression kicked in hard, I felt so warn out, my body and mind was so weak and beat up. I couldn't live like this anymore, the anti-depressants and other anti psychotic drugs the so called "docs" tried to give me did absolutely nothing to help me, made it worse if anything, so obviously I stopped taking those... This was a different situation that neither the hospital nor the doctors had any clue what to do about. I had many experiences with demons after that point, I had a dream right after the main exorcism happened were Jesus Christ himself came to me in a dream, I remember it so vividly... It was intense to say the least... He wasn't skinny or weak like he may have been when he was on the cross after being there for so long getting torn apart or what so many pictures of him show these days (to show people just how much he suffered). Well get a big smile here, because Jesus, in his spirit form (which was just like we humans look) looked and felt incredibly strong, he was ripped... Not like a steroid popping fiend, but just such an incredibly strong and powerful presence to him, both looks and feeling wise. I knew he came to help me, but it was a dream I still don't understand exactly. Even with the help from God and Jesus Christ everything was still beyond hard.
Nonetheless with my life being like this (mind you my girl stuck with me through this) now we are no longer together, our love and relationship was eventually torn apart because she is now afraid of me and well that's bout it, it breaks my heart everyday having lost her I miss her to death... I sacrificed what I had with her to help her... Just so you guys know she was on some serious anti depressant and other meds, Lexapro, Lithium, Buspar, Seraquil (sorry for spelling) 100-300 MG a day for most of them... I always told her she would eventually be able to get off this stuff, which she didn't think would be so (which she was on for 2 years) After a few months from when I did what I did with her, she was off ALL of her meds... She kind of became a bit of a different person... I was happy for her, she was doing better in all areas of her life, but hell was I struggling.
Anyways, to make an even longer story a bit shorter after 4-5 months after all this happened I was so down and depressed and feeling like hell and hurting I turned to Oxy and pain pills to numb the pain, it helped for a while... Then eventually did more harm then good... Those suicidal feelings she had, well guess what now they are on me, and I have had many encounters of serious suicidal feelings like the Devil was trying to get me to off myself... But screw him he can fight me all he wants Christ is stronger, this is what I knew in my head and fought it hard, I'm on the right side and I'm sure that just pissed Satan off to the core, its a tuff thing and like a tug of war battle a lot of time. The pills did get me to stop drinking, but I blew through tons of cash and lost sense of myself (drugs are another bad gateway to bad energies if you abuse them like I did.) Well, after a year of that I finally quit after many failed attempts and am now clean (not even a month) but going stronger than usual. Last encounter I had with a demon was this past week. I was asleep, had a pretty interesting dream that actually had me smiling and feeling good in it, but once I woke up I didn't really realize were I was... Then I realized it was back to reality and the dread of another day hit... But at that moment I fought that feeling hard, like I wasn't going to just give in to this crap
Again... And as I did I felt an incredibly strong angry presense arise, like I finally found that particular bastard demon that was messing with me and it fled because damn these things don't like it when I get a hold of them like that. I had a great day after that and still am doing well almost a week later... Just been trying to stay in my Bible and stay in God's spirit and keep this away for good, it's hard I must say... Just waiting until another Demon is sent on me and I have another fight on my hands... Thanks for reading