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.
-----(pt3)
A week after I did the spell, I began to have dreams. The dreams were always marked by a
very real presence. I would never see the person's face, but I knew they were there. I
began to believe that this was my crush communicating to me on an astral level, or a
distant lover somehow intermingling with me in the night, through the language of dreams.
One was at a hotel in San Francisco, where my family was vacationing. The dream was very
brief. I saw the air in front of me blushed with the color of flesh. It felt like someone
was under me, panting and breathing hard. I'd never had such a vivid dream. There was a
sense of pleasure that I felt, and when I woke up I felt lost for breath.
In another dream, I had this brief flash of a young blonde-haired boy, viewed from the
back, gazing down lovingly at me. Suddenly, I felt extremely vividly the feeling of a
man's body grinding up against me in a sexual way. I shouldn't have, but I liked it, and
responded by grinding up against 'him'. The presence seemed shocked at my response and
suddenly disappeared.
I woke up with my arms and legs wrapped around a blanket. I longed for it to come back. I
thought it was my crush, somehow connected to me through our dreams. I was convinced. This
wasn't what it was, though.
It was a demon. One night I awoke, to the feeling of a man raping my body. Its body was
over mine and it moved very fast. There was a sense of pleasure that kept me from
responding, and I lay there frozen as my mind scarcely registered what was happening to
me. The overall feeling that came from it was raw lust.
All of a sudden, a white light hit me from above, and I could see my entire room in front
of me, to the very detail of the photos on the wall, grow brighter and brighter. As this
light grew, I heard the agonizing screams of the thing that was on me. It sounded like it
was in severe pain. When the light disappeared, as abrupty as it came, so did the demon. I
sat up straight, my head clear and not one trace of sleepiness in me. I felt violated. At
that moment, I knew 'it' was a demon, and that in appearence, it was indescribably ugly.
The image that comes to mind was a sketletal figure with sickly skin the color of gray,
a creature that was extremely repulsive in appearence.
I lay down and went to sleep, forgetting the incident entirely. I don't know why, but it
didn't affect me much. It was just, Oh, God just took a demon away. Okay," sort of
feeling. Only later did I realize the enormity of the event.
At that moment, God, or at least I assume it was Him, had taken away a demon from a
non-Christian, in all His mercy. ( I wasn't a Christian back then.)
But it didn't mean anything to me. In fact, I ignored the
one warning sign that would have prevented the horrible downfall that I was about to
become entrapped in.
The demon was going to come back, and this time it was going to trick me. |
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