Some 23 years ago I was asleep in bed with my two-year old daughter at our home in Texas. It was dark and late into the night. We were alone. I was awaken by some sort or force or entity that somehow managed to get inside me. I don't recall feeling it enter. When I woke, I was frozen, literally frozen whereas I couldn't move. It was in my entire body, not just my chest or legs, my entire body. I was positioned on my back, which was out of my normal sleeping pattern... I could see everything around me. I remember trying to move or sit up, but the evil force inside me wouldn't allow it. It was as though I was being held down by something I couldn't see. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't budge.
It was almost like touching an electric fence where energy pulsates throughout the entire body. Very strong and powerful. As I laid there vulnerable and frozen, perhaps 1-2 minutes, the force of demonic energy seemed to want my attention by toying with the fact that I kept trying to fight it off. Finally, I submitted myself and stopped fighting. That's when irrational thoughts began to enter my mind. The oddest and most severe sickest thoughts I have ever had. My thoughts were to crawl out of my bed and go around the bottom of my mattress toward my daughter who was on the opposite side. What I would do when I to her was anybody's guess because I couldn't control my thoughts, either.
The thoughts soon turned to actions because before I knew it I was hunched down like a crazed beast slowly creeping my way from the bed to the floor toward my daughter's side. My thoughts were coming to life. I was completely helpless. As I approached her, I suddenly got an urge to bite off her hand. Again, thoughts I couldn't control. I reached for her tiny arm and wasn't able to stop the grotesque urge. As I fought with everything in me, begged and pleaded for this being not to harm my baby, I realized it was no use. By now, several minutes had passed and I was beginning to wonder if it would ever end and how long I was to hold her little fist on my lip before finally gnawing away. Just as I began moving her hand further inside my highly wide open mouth, I became insanely irate at the force controlling me. I wasn't a cannibal mother, at least not until then. But the demonic thing was too strong and it seemed to have a plan for what I was to do. In the midst of my complete madness, I somehow managed to desperately yell the only true thing I knew might help.
I said, 'I rebuke you in the name of Jesus Christ!' And when these words came out it wasn't my voice.
I know you're thinking I'm crazy, but I am a professional in my career of 20 years secret gov clearance, no drugs, no alcohol. I'm in my complete sound mind, have always been logical and very skeptical. My credibility is valid and sane.
The voice that came from me was demonic and evil, satanic like you never care to hear. The moment I said it, the force inside immediately let me regain control of my thoughts. And to my surprise, I was covered in my blankets staring at the ceiling gasping for a breath of air. The evil slowly began moving out of me. It started downward from the top of my head, into my chest and stomach area, down my legs and out of the tip of my toe. Inch by inch I could feel it leaving me. I could then breathe on my own and lift my arm. I was petrified, but relieved in a way that I hope none of you ever have to experience. As I felt it completely exit my body, which took only 30-40 seconds, I noticed that it formed itself into a dark smokey-like fog substance, very thin, and it was moving. There as no form or figure, only a thin sheet of fog about 3 feet in width and 4-5 feet length. It appeared to stay together and seemed to be driven or ordered to leave. It went beneath the bottom of my covers when it left my toe and came out from my blankets and up through the bottom of the footboard. From there it slowly climbed its way alongside my long red curtains, which were just 2-3 feet from the end of my bed, and it disappeared out of the top of the window frame. I saw all of this occur while paralyzed in fear. I laid there for quite sometime scared senseless because I didn't know if it was coming back. Seconds felt like hours and eventually I convinced myself that it was over. Daylight came and my nerves had settled enough to where I could get up. The dark force never returned, thank goodness.
I have never had any other experiences in my 46 years. In my naive mind, I truly believe it was a demon perhaps making its rounds by testing for weaknesses in vulnerable souls. I was a brand new Christian of maybe four months during that time. But of the four short months I had learned through scripture that Jesus protects those who love him. He definitely protected me that night. Perhaps Jesus was allowing the demon to test me. I don't know the reason or what or why the entity came inside me for such a short time or what its motive was, but I'll add that I've never question heaven or hell since my incident. I was fortunate to have a firsthand account to make me a forever believer. My goal isn't to turn my story into a religious topic, but to simply share my supernatural experience for your awareness. I do believe demons exist. I am 100% convinced there is a constant spiritual war going on all around us and will be this way until the end of time. I hope to never experience something so terrifying.
Have you heard the debate that atheists have a "God Complex"? A lot of Christianity is based on restriction and bettering yourself and the world around you. Christians are not supposed to steal, fight, drink too much, gamble, glutton, murder or be promiscuous, along with an endless directory of "to do's and not to do's". The idea behind assertively and consistently conducting oneself within a healthy lifestyle is a way of fulfilling ones life with good and decent inclusion.
If you go out every night and indulge in drinking, is it not just that more likely that on one of those occasions, you will have a car accident, or argue with your wife or family? Should you find yourself involved in a car accident whereby you've killed a family, what is the result for your spiritual, emotional and mental wellbeing? Would it not be crushed, desperate and depressed? (Although, I have not experienced it myself, I hear that bad spirits feed off such energy.)
At the end of the day, if you are not practicing a good and decent way of life, you can open doors to spiritual, mental and emotional demise without even realizing it.
The Bible is one of the oldest written books in history, it must serve some purpose, if only to help guide us to a way of living that sustains life.
I am open-minded. I once heard that all religions are comprised of similar guidelines, like all of the spokes leading to the center of a wheel. I do not say, you must be Catholic, Buddhist, Hindu or other.
If you make your own rules in life or if you do not have rules, you are in a way, a God of your own destiny and some people will prefer it that way.