It has been awhile since I've had any kind of demonic experience. Life has been good and I've been growing in the Lord. But every once in awhile I still think about my experiences. In the past, thinking about it has never caused anything to happen... Until now.
A few weeks ago I found myself thinking about my experiences. It has never bothered me to think about it or even talk about it. So I went to my mom and asked her why these things happen. We had a very long talk about it and about what to do if anything ever happened again. She told me of one of her experiences and it chilled me to the bone.
My mom's experience happened to her when she was at church one Sunday. She was sitting there listening to the preacher and all of the sudden, instead of his head and face, she saw a monster-looking thing with huge eyes. It only lasted for a split second, and she wasn't even sure that it happened. Because of this, she didn't say anything.
However, later that day someone from the church called my grandparents and asked my grandmother and anyone in our family if they had seen anything strange during the service. When my mom came home later that day, my grandmother asked her the question. It was then that the memory came rushing back to my mom and she screamed. Because of this experience and because she told me that the eyes were huge, I can only assume that somehow my experience with the eye thing and hers are linked. It cannot be through family because I am adopted. Perhaps they are only similar looking demons.
After my mom told me this story, I was disturbed by it. But I didn't talk about it anymore. A few nights later my little brother slept in my room on the floor. When I fell asleep, I was awakened a few hours later feeling that someone or something besides my brother was in my room. Instantly I closed my eyes. I could feel whatever it was at the head of my bed. After awhile I opened one eye only to discover a shadow in the shape of a person standing over me. All I could see was a torso and legs. I didn't dare look up for a face.
I quickly shut my eyes and started to say "Lord" in my head. I didn't even try to say it out loud because I knew I probably wouldn't be able to speak anyway. I kept saying that and started to feel the shock coming on. However, it was not as strong as it was in the past. I kept saying "Lord" and then something really strange started happening. I started to see light even though my eyes were closed. When you're outside in the sun and you close your eyes, do you not see red? Well, I saw white. I didn't want to open my eyes because I though that demon might be doing something. However, I was baffled by the low intensity of the shock. I could move. If I had tried to speak, I probably could have.
After awhile I heard something. It was like the sound of fireworks and strong wind and water mixed together. I looked with both eyes even though I was scared. It was then that I discovered a light coming from the foot of my bed. It was like someone was lying on the floor shining up a light. I was still aware of the shadow standing over my head, but when I looked at the light, the shock felt even less intensifying. I closed my eyes because I thought it might be something bad, but then the shock started to get intense again. I quickly caught on and opened my eyes again to stare at that light. That's when the strangest thing happened.
I kept staring at that light and it started getting brighter. I found that It was so bright that I couldn't stand to look at it anymore. When I closed my eyes I didn't feel the shock, so I kept them closed. I had stopped praying by now and was feeling perplexed by everything. My eyes were still closed, but I sensed that that light was moving. In fact, I know it was. The sounds were getting louder and it felt like it was hovering over me. It was then that I sensed that the shadow had released its grip on me completely. It's like it couldn't do anything to me.
After a few seconds I opened my eyes slightly and both beings were right next to each other. And yet, the light was so bright that I could barely see the dark shadow anymore. Still, I could sense that it was still there. It was as if the light had pushed the shadow as far away as possible, I remember looking up and feeling as if I was seeing good and evil at war. After awhile they both left and I was wide awake. I wasn't scared like I normally am. All I did was pray and thank God that the demon had gone. I fell asleep almost immediately.
I believe it was either an angel or God coming to fight that demon. I have not seen that bright light since. It was not some tiny orb that floated around my room. It was not some white sheet "good ghost". I think it was a real angel and I am in awe of what a powerful God I have. "Greater is he that is in you, than he that it is in the world."
The funny thing? It only happened when my six-year-old brother slept in my room. Since that night I have had quite a few experiences, but have not experienced that light. I have felt something watching me as I sleep. It seems like it is coming from the doorway. Most of the time I pray silently until it leaves. But if my little brother sleeps in my room, I can sleep without waking up to a presence. This baffles me and I often wonder if it's because he's as young as he is. Maybe he is protected. Then again, my first experience happened when I was five.
When I think back to that experience, I am reminded of Matt 28:20 "AND LO I AM WITH YOU ALWAYS EVEN TO THE END OF THE AGE" And it doesn't matter how many more experiences I have. I'm safe. I'm safe in knowing that nothing can happen to me without God's permission. I'm safe because I know that there is a power greater than that of any shadow, eye, or presence. The demon met his match.