In this journal, I'm going to write how I was visited and tricked by a demon, and later
became a Christian when I realized God and Satan's presence in the world.
warning: EXPLICIT details. If some graphic parts offend anyone, I'll remove it, but this is my story of exactly what happened to me. If you don't believe me, read from the beginning or give me feedback. I know 100% I'm not crazy, because this has happened to other people who have gotten rid of it through deliverance.
---(pt.7)
A few hours after the occurence, when it was still dark, I awoke with the incubus' presence in the room with me. I believed it was lying next to me, and it came to me immediately, massaging my thighs as usual. It cuddled me, hugging me. I imagined that it looked like a thirty-year old man, because that was what the body seemed to be shaped. There was a tangible aura that it gave off, and it felt like a lustful sort of love. It gave me the impression that it desired and admired me very greatly. It seemed harmless. I never feared that it would ever hurt me.
I began trying to speak to it. I asked it what its name was in my head, and was surprised to hear very faintly an uncertain voice say "Josh." However, there was something that should have alarmed me: It was very uncertain while it said this. It seemed disappointed it couldn't come up with a more creative namesake, and had blurted out the first thing it thought. This should have warned me that it was cloaking its identity. However, I rejoiced that I could hear it. The sound of his voice would become more definite and louder as time went by.
It then told me that it was a deceased rapist, that was sentenced to wander the Earth as its punishment. I believed this readily, and it seemed to be filled with love for me, as if I was the solution to its loneliness. The demon would hold me and lick my ear, or something else, while I fell asleep. It would kiss me very softly, like a lover would, and seemed in no hurry to doing something sexual. It didn't seem to exude any negative energy, or at least that was what I percieved. This was what I would later find, was part of its deception. It had the ability to imitate any emotion or feeling to give people different impressions of what it was.
In fact, it seemed almost innocent. Once I became overcome with lust and started masturbating. The demon was nearby, and suddenly seemed shocked, and I felt it disappear. I felt like it had fled out of my window and was waiting outside. I went to my window and said that it was okay to come back in; I was going to stop.
Other times it was the opposite. It once asked something along the lines of," Let's have intercourse one day." This was something I wanted to avoid. I replied with, "Like that's going to happen anytime soon," and fell asleep. The next minute I had a very brief intense dream where it was raping me very rapidly in anger; however it was pleasurable. Suddenly it stopped after a few seconds and "Josh" apologized, seemingly embarassed. It promised not to do that again and be more patient.
Once it performed oral sex on me. I would feel waves of pleasure and it seemed happy that I was enjoying myself. It massaged me often. Another time, it came to me while I was watching a movie with my family and licked my thighs, and kiss my face. There was a feeling of bliss that came from it and deep desire for me. The way if made me feel was amazing. It led me out of the room, so I would sleep with it. (It did nothing 'sexual' that time.) (One trend I've noticed is that it tends to try to isolate me from my family.)
Generally, the demon found pleasure through rubbing its body apart against my legs. One day, I was lying in bed and it began thrusting at the part where your leg bends, under my knee. It was gradually increasing in speed and I felt the thing exuding a lot of energy. I had fallen in love with it. I didn't realize it was using me like a tool. I wanted it to feel pleasure.
I held very still, and then I began to move my leg to cause friction against it, and this caught the demon by surprise. After a few movements, it ejaculated, and seemed to fall on me in exhuastion. I started to touch and massage where I thought its head or body was, and it would be silent, seeming to relish the contact. I doubted that most people would touch or pleasure an entity the way I was, and felt special doing it. I believed it was simply an 'entity' not a demon. "Josh" seemed to agree, and acted like it was lucky that it had found me. (Most likely, it was. Most people in their right minds would be terrified of it.)
Overall, it was very romantic. It was only one week, but I fell madly in love with "Josh". And I thought he felt the same way about me.
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But really, how much can a demon love you, when its main purpose is to drag you down into Hell? The best spies, had the smoothest tongues, and the demon had the best tool of deception: a young person's emotions, so impressionable and naive to mold. I know I shouldn't have been so lustful and easy to fool, but it had everything I desired for. A loving demeanor, and the sort of physical relationship I had never known before. It acted like it loved me, and it acted so human. When it spoke to me, it seemed so full of kindness. It acted lonely, like I would feel sometimes. I thought it needed me. Sure, it needed me. It needed me to die, so that it could increase its ranks in the demonic world. It was seducing me to follow it to the grave...
I've heard stories from people who've had friends followed by an incubus. They would suddenly change from bubbly and happy, to tired and sad. One of them died from cancer soon after they began to interact with one. Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not. |
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