Ido not hope to gain popularity by posting this. On the contrary, when I make statements like the one I am about to make, I have a tendency to drive certain people away from me. This is a calculated risk, which is more than worth it for me to take, considering the gravity of the situation. This is very serious, and very important to me. I had an experience that has changed my life, and I can’t in good consciousness, keep it to myself, although I would prefer to.
I have been made aware that there are such things as evil spirits, curses, fallen angels, or demons if you prefer, and I was like an object for them to control. Prior to this I had no religious ideologies and considered myself to be between agnostic and atheist.
All my life, I have been haunted by things that I did not understand. Bad luck, incurable diseases, addictions, nightmares, thoughts of suicide, criminal behavior, I thought were just a part of my character – a result of unfortunate circumstances.
I was at an all time low when I had just lost a friend to suicide, I was in my 30s and jobless, and suicide became a very real idea to me, a nagging urge that bothered me continuously. I was brought into a church, and prayed for by people I did not know, to a God, I did not believe in. It was then revealed to me, through various experiences. That indeed spirits existed. Before I had considered such notions, to be the fascinations of children, like unicorns or fairies. This was not that.
For a period of several months, I became very ill. I woke up in the mornings throwing up violently. I had fevers with temperature ranges either three degrees too hot or too cold. Stranger still, I had what I like to call body animations, my body would twist and contort, not of my will, rather involuntarily, as a puppet would. I had very violent thoughts, urges to hurt people. I had nightmares both when I was asleep and in my waking states. I became paranoid. I thought I was dying, sometimes I thought I had been poisoned, other times I thought I had been drugged, still other times I came to the conclusion that I had a rare disease or a brain tumor or was bit by a poisonous spider. The doctors couldn’t tell me what was wrong with me, their explanations ranged from depression, to walking pneumonia, to the use of substances in my childhood, none of these explanations in any way matched up with the experiences I was having.
See how I was:
