tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58239061491070433282024-01-14T11:01:38.672-08:00Christian Survival in an Occult WorldVisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-53131233376414603212018-11-18T13:05:00.000-08:002018-11-18T13:05:44.689-08:00Shutting DownThis blog will be shut down soon.<br />
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The hard truth is this:<br />
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For eleven years, I was abused by my husband and by the church. About four years ago, I wholly stepped out of the community and religion. I still hold to a belief of God, but not the way the Christians do.<br />
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After many, many years of suffering at the hands of a man who repeatedly harassed, belittled, insulted, and demanded I do as he says, I begged God for a way out and he provided. My eyes are opened and I can see how much of my experiences I spoke of here on this blog were for a purpose--not some curse or harassment from "Satan."<br />
In the end, it was members of the church who slit my tires before a big road trip. It was members of the church who broke into my home and had me stalked through grocery stores. That wasn't "Satan." That was man who uses God as a weapon and as a crutch.<br />
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Thank you for supporting me in my time here. I am thankful, but I continually receive emails from Christians asking me for advice and I no longer consider myself of that label. I do not think I can offer the help and advice people are looking for. The Bible was the one weapon used against me with twisted scriptures and unreal, dangerous expectations from the church and I am officially done. I have a lot of emotional, mental, and spiritual healing to do after what I have been indoctrinated with.<br />
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I want to leave you with this:<br />
Protect your children. Protect them from the indoctrination that will tell your girls to get married young and strive <i>only</i> for serving the men in their lives. Protect your boys from the belief that women are lesser beings who do not need hobbies or an education. Teach them to respect the women in their lives, and teach your girls to have a voice. Teach your children that personality is something to take pride in. Teach them that it's all right for them to have likes and dislikes, and that they don't always have to conform to a single society's ideals.<br />
Sports are wonderful.<br />
Reading is wonderful.<br />
No one has to like one or the other. Or either, for that matter.<br />
Protect your girls from feeling ashamed of their body just because they're born female.<br />
Protect your boys from thinking they will become weak at the sight of a woman's body.<br />
Protect children with free spirits.<br />
Protect children who are quiet and reserved.<br />
But most importantly, make sure your children<i> feel </i>protected<i>.</i> <i>Never</i> let them feel afraid to speak up. <i>Never</i> let them be afraid to ask questions or share what's on their mind and heart.<br />
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God can be wonderful for children to have in their heart, but their idea of who God is must be protected.<br />
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Vision<br />
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<br />Visionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-29433449776360584222015-06-29T12:31:00.002-07:002015-06-29T12:48:44.120-07:00An Exploding EmpathIt's been a long time again. I've had 2 kids since my last post and do you know what I've realized? My mind blocks with every pregnancy. My empathy, my dreams, my spiritual openness is gone. It comes back eventually after a couple of years but until it does, I feel like an empty shell.<br />
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Lately though...<br />
I've been feeling things. I've been picking up on my kids' headaches, pain from boob-boo's, etc. I've been restless the last few weeks and have had no appetite. Today, I've been filled with a building sense of some sort of power - like I'm going to explode with some form of energy. Nothings happened yet, obviously, but I <i>feel</i> so vulnerable. I don't know what to do to make myself feel better.<br />
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I don't know how to explain it but the most interesting part? I've finally had a chance and the desire to sit and read my Bible again recently...that desire is rarely there just after having kids...until the "abilities" come back and now, since I've been trying to come closer to God again, my openness is starting to come back.<br />
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I feel like God allows this so that I can put the stress of these things on the back-burner until I'm passed the sleepless nights of nursing and baby colic. Now that said things <i>have</i> passed, it's like God's giving it back again.<br />
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So, this may be the first of many new posts to come.<br />
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I've been answering emails so feel free to shoot me a message if you need to talk.<br />
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-Vision<br />
vision_seer@yahoo.com<br />
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I'm aware this was not much of a post but more of a vent...I don't know what to do right now. I'm in a pretty dark place.Visionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-41039475347469191692013-03-26T13:41:00.002-07:002013-03-26T13:41:33.566-07:00The Spiritual PlaneSomething must be going on lately as suicide stories keep coming to me. (on the positive side, they're all stories that ended in the person not managing to actually kill him/herself.)<br />
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The moment I heard about the 2nd story of the day, an image of a street crowded with people came to my mind. Nearly all of them - nearly - had a dark spirit whispering in their ear. This image reminded me of my first day of 7th grade. I'd walked onto campus a frail, unimpressive little twelve year old but immediately was met with what I knew shouldn't have been surprising...<br />
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every student in the main courtyard, the main area where they gathered before the bell rang, had a dark spirit whispering in their ear. What they were being told, I of course could only imagine, for dark spirits' whispers can be translated into words, actions and thoughts.<br />
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It's a demon that whispers in a smoker's ear, "you need a smoke. You need to feel that deception fill your lungs." It's a demon that whispers in a person's ear, "swear. You need to speak in a vulgar manner to fit in. To look good." And it's a demon that whispers in a sad person's ear, "life is not worth it. Take it away and only peace will come."<br />
Sadly, people have recently been trusting and believing the voice of demons that sound so sweet and tempting.<br />
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The suicide stories today have reminded me of the spiritual plane. The dimension in our existence that none can even imagine is there, simply because it's unseen. But it <i>is</i> there and it's as real as the air we breathe. If only God would give more people the sight - as terrifying as it is - to see and understand the existence of the spiritual plane. It's that part of the world that <i>ours</i> depends on. It's that part of the world that <i>drives</i> what we do...and so few know about it. And even fewer can see it.Visionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-72578670077335846612012-01-03T11:25:00.000-08:002012-01-03T11:25:21.676-08:00Update 1.3.12Hello everyone.<br />
I hope you've all had a very merry Christmas and a happy new year!<br />
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I know it's been some time since my last post but so much has been happening. I was hospitalized for two weeks due to illness, then I had to catch up for my finals (I am in college). After that, I had some excitement in the writing side of things with a published book, and of course, the holidays came and sucked out all of my time.<br />
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Within all the excitement and busy times, I also underwent another bout of nightmares. This one lasted one week with every night full of black creatures/silhouettes coming after me and/or my children. One night was an actual night terror which was just horrible to deal with. It haunted me for about three days after.<br />
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The mares and terrors passed but have left me wondering if something is going to happen. If something is going to change. I haven't noticed anything different yet but I am keeping my eyes open.<br />
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I could use some help in prayer, if you would. My prophetic dreams have come to a standstill and that in itself makes me feel a little uncomfortable but I know there is a reason and that in the end, all will be fine.<br />
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Thank you for keeping up with this blog and for your comments. They are as encouraging to me as they have been to you.<br />
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God bless!<br />
VisionVisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-81175472692145220152011-09-12T09:22:00.000-07:002011-09-12T09:22:00.406-07:00EmpathsThere's been a change in my mentality about the term, "Empath." I guess it's just been something on my mind lately and I feel as if God has kind of spoken to me about this.<br />
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What's changed is this: I'm beginning to feel that labeling ourselves (by "ourselves" I mean we who call ourselves empaths...highly sensitive people), we are pointing believers who are confused and looking for answers, in the wrong direction. When someone types in the word "Empath" in a search engine, the seeker is typically directed to sites about psychics or spiritualists...those who God tells us <i>not </i>to deal with.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><i><span style="font-family: 'Times Roman';">"Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these; Adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness, Idolatry, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">witchcraft</span></b>, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies, Envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings, and such like: of the which I tell you before, as I have also told you in time past, that they which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God" (Gal. 5:19-21).</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, in my website and on my blog, I will try to lean away from the word unless the situation calls for it - and even then, I will make it known that I don't label myself with the spiritualists. In all honesty, we need to remain tied to God's word and the names He gives us. Children of God. Brothers in Christ. Prophet or prophetesses - if appropriate.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Just my two cents. God bless you all!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Vision</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Please pray for me. A month has passed with every night full of bad dreams. It's difficult but I know God has a plan.</span>Visionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-67070412841105966882011-08-29T05:23:00.000-07:002011-08-29T05:23:14.151-07:00Going and GoingIt's been three weeks now since I began counting.<br />
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Three weeks ago, a string of bad dreams began and are still going strong through this night that just passed. Either someone is "looking in on me" - as in, doing readings or searching for information on me through occult divinations - or demons are hanging around again.<br />
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If it's the first thing - someone looking in on me - please stop. I'd like a peaceful night sometime soon.<br />
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VisionVisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-17599620323939719672011-08-24T14:17:00.000-07:002011-08-24T14:17:39.794-07:00New SiteI've created a website to reach out to Christian empaths and all those who are a bit confused with what empathy is and what God expects from us as empaths. Please take a look and let me know what you think!<br />
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<a href="http://wix.com/vision_seer/christiansandpsychics">http://wix.com/vision_seer/christiansandpsychics</a><br />
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there is background music. It's piano and pretty soft...unless your volume is up.<br />
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please leave a comment on the comments page! what do you think about the site? ^_^ thanks!Visionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-28677008645427039332011-08-13T05:13:00.000-07:002011-08-13T05:13:22.448-07:00HauntedEvery time I hear the term "haunted," I get a little irritated, knowing that ghosts don't exist. It seems that I've been overlooking the other uses of the term but I was reminded last night.<br />
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I was watching a movie last night with my husband. We hadn't been out much recently and he knew of a drive-in theater; I'd never been to one. In the middle of the movie, there was an image of a dead woman. The camera zoomed in on her face, white and eyes wide. That was enough for me. I had to turn from the screen and asked hubby if we could leave. Anyway, he was falling asleep - as usual - so he wasn't exactly disheartened to go.<br />
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That image, though, was enough to get my heart racing and my blood pumping. That one image of a dead woman and I keep seeing it in my head even now. All the memories of nightmares since I was little started running through my mind. Growing up, I had so many of them of dead people, I've lost count. I still have bouts of them that last through a week or two. Just nightmares. Just dead people.<br />
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I just got over one of those bouts. This is about the third week since my last nightmare. That was the last after two weeks solid of nightmares with dead people.<br />
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So, with that image in the movie causing such disarray in my heart and mind, I realize that <i>I </i>am haunted in a way. (well, I figured that demons following me around counts as being haunted, but I think my point comes across. Well, I hope.)<br />
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It was just a strange realization that I felt worth sharing and also, maybe a sign that now is a good time to ask for some help in prayer. So, anyone out there, if you could, please whisper a few words. Thank you all and God bless you.<br />
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Vision.Visionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-14791827999050620902011-03-07T12:08:00.001-08:002011-03-07T12:38:29.272-08:00Reaching OutI know any of you reading these posts think I'm psychotic or something...and every psycho will deny what they are, right? So, it wouldn't surprise you to hear me say, "I'm not psychotic. I'm actually very normal."<br /><br />I'm a mom. I'm a wife. I'm a friend. I'm a sister. I'm a cousin. I'm a daughter. I'm a niece. I'm a church-goer. I may be the person sitting beside you with my laptop in a Barnes and Noble or a Starbucks. I'm just the red-headed, white chick across the room. I have likes. I have dislike.<br /><br />I like Converse. I dislike Coach.<br />I like candy. I dislike vegetables.<br /><br />There is one difference between you and me. I write down what is going on inside of me, pulling the thoughts and emotions from the deepest crevices of my mind and heart.<br /><br />Out of the Christians reading this, you may think I'm doing something wrong. Watching evil. Reading evil. Hanging around evil people and that's why this stuff is happening, right?<br /><br />Surprise. I'm not. I can sense when I'm nearing an evil. If it's a movie that I know will have a mental effect on me, I won't watch it. Paranormal Activity, for example. After watching that movie, you will take something with you. You may not feel it right away but over time, it will make its mark.<br /><br />I made a mistake. I decided to watch The Golden Compass. A few days prior, a voice or sense or something was telling me not to watch it. It told me that I would be inviting something into my home. Something I didn't want. Something evil. I knew this but I thought I was strong enough to push against it. And...well, I had nothing else to watch and I wanted a movie. So, I popped the DVD in and watched half of it.<br /><br />Fifteen minutes into it, my mind was mush. I was literally being drained of energy as I watched the movie. I didn't take any meds. As a matter of fact, I'd just finished a cup of coffee. I'd just eaten lunch. I should have been up and bouncy as I usually am at that time of day.<br /><br />When I stopped the movie, the next few days were just...I don't know. I started seeing things. Kids. Not my kids. I kept seeing a little girl. If I wouldn't look directly at her, I could see her clothes and her hair. It was long and brown. But, when I turned up to face her, she was gone. It keeps happening and I know it's not a ghost, because ghosts don't exist. They're demons in disguise. So, have I released a demon into my home? I don't know. Two years ago, I first started hearing footsteps and kids laughing upstairs. Every time I would check, my girl(s) would be fast asleep. I would see them back then, too. Then, they went away and here they are again.<br /><br />I started getting that feeling of being watched and followed. You know when you turn out the lights and you feel like the boogey man is running after you? You get that push of adrenaline? That keeps happening now. It hasn't happened for nearly four years, until now. Because of the movie. Because I was stupid and put it in while remembering the warning I'd received about it.<br /><br />Stupid mistake.<br /><br />I can feel my soul reaching toward God. Yesterday at church, I could feel His presence and though I felt Him, I felt worthless and foolish at the same time. I cried and I could feel myself fall apart inside. What did everyone else around me see? Nothing but a couple tears streaming down my cheeks, I'm sure.<br /><br />Then, the man who preached-- he was a visitor-- it seemed like he was talking to me. He was talking about the light that shows in you after having a profound meeting or experience with God and the gifts that He gives you. Are you hiding that light under a cup or under the bed so no one can see it? Or, are you letting it shine, to reach out to those lost in the dark? I started thinking...is this my light? This ability to feel demons and discern between good and evil--though I don't <span style="font-style: italic;">always </span>make the right decision. My experiences and my turning to Christ while dealing with psychic abilities and visions and dreams of the future. My dreams of angels...is this a gift from Him and a light to anyone lost? I'm afraid to say yes. Because what if I'm wrong again? What if my coming out to my loved ones with what I can see makes them turn on me? What if no one believes me? What if I end up tempting someone into the spirit-plane instead of helping them resist it? I feel so lost and scared of what's going to happen when people see that this side of me hasn't left completely over the years.<br /><br />I'm not reading cards or anything like that. I haven't for years. I haven't done anything to open myself up to these demons. I don't use my third eye anymore and yet, I feel it ripping open against my will at times. It's frustrating. I've gone through my house and shredded anything that I thought would be the cause or a "shelter" for spirits. But, I get the sense that it's not a material thing. It's me.<br /><br />I've been praying to God to strengthen my gifts that are from Him while taking away anything that is from Satan. I'm praying for sight, to see and understand if there is something more I need to change to make me a better person. I don't feel bound to this earth. I don't feel chains weighing me down that are keeping me from God, and that makes me wonder. Do I just need to pray more? Is that all God wants? Do I need to take a new step in this life? I don't know! I have Satan pulling at me on one side and the sense that God wants something more from me on the the other side. Any words of encouragement or insight would be appreciated.<br /><br />-VisionVisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-59299709449018609392011-03-03T13:40:00.000-08:002011-08-04T05:43:34.072-07:00They Never Go AwayBad spirits. Once you're in, that's it. Only God himself can take them away.<br /><br />I opened my mind to the dark plane when I was about thirteen. Through oracle cards, scrying, meditating on things I shouldn't have been. I invited them into my life eleven years ago and though they come and go, they never go for good.<br /><br />I have times of peace. I can't deny that much. There are days, weeks, even months where there is silence in my mind on that side of things. Then, something happens. Something sets it off or the demons decide I've had enough peace. They get bored, maybe? I don't know. I know it says in the Bible that there are some demons that won't leave without fasting and prayer. I 'm 99% sure that I have some of those. I don't have full control over my thoughts. They wander off to weird, creepy things that I normally would not bother focusing on if I had complete control. I find myself shaking my head to get out of visions and such. These are the things that have been almost constant this last year. But, even though I know fasting and prayer can help me, I don't have the strength to fast, myself. I'm sick and my body is weakened. The last thing I think I could manage is not eating for any set time which would mean asking for others' prayer. I can't do that in person as most people don't know this side of my life.<br /><br />There has been one difference this last month or two. My dreams. I don't remember the vast majority of them lately. It's just blank when I wake up. It's so strange to me to wake up without a dream to think back on. My visions have seemingly stopped, too. But I don't expect things to stay like this.<br /><br />Today, I've had another attack. I can feel the energy pushing and pulling through my head. It's insane. I literally feel a pull of something...an aura or just life or something...pulling upward through the bone of my skull. My hearing is sensitive. I'm weak and tired when I shouldn't be. It's so uncomfortable knowing what it is. It's an attack on my soul to wear me out. To weaken me and pull me to the "comfort" of delving back into scrying and reading people. I don't want to read people and I don't want to vamp anymore.<br /><br />I feel the desire to go to church, which I will tonight, but at the same time, I have that part of me saying I'm going to be looked at and talked about because I'm not like me when I have these problems going on. I'm so tired but I think I need to go to church. I'll be protected there while my mind is so open. That's what it feels like, at least. Like my mind is open to the dark again. I'm fighting against it, though. I won't give in.<br /><br />-VisionVisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-22555008281104375042011-03-01T11:35:00.001-08:002011-03-01T11:43:46.090-08:00Something is ComingI think it's clear that this generation is entirely separated from the rest in history. I recently began receiving a number of e-mails and messages from people looking for help. People of all ages and from all backgrounds. I cannot believe how much the search for answers about empathy is abounding. This is the beginning of a "fad" that's coming into fruition and it won't end well. Not all are Christians and for those who are, not all are strong enough to resist the dark pull. Even I can feel myself weaken some times.<br /><br />To all Christian empaths, be careful. This world is falling more and more to the dark side of things. Books, movies, television...everything has become an open door for things to get in. If you don't know where you lie with your abilities, get down on your knees and pray. When you're alone, speak out loud to God. Tell Him your fears and your dreams and ask Him to take away what is not from Him because, being empaths, we walk that very thin line between good and evil.<br /><br />I am currently going through another struggle. My mind is getting the best of me. I'm seeing things from the corner of my eye and picking up on all sorts of negative emotions. I had that sense of presence following me again that I have not felt in years. Please keep me in your prayers. I don't want to fall again.<br /><br />VisionVisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-35272913269570635252010-05-30T12:44:00.001-07:002011-03-03T12:44:56.401-08:00Just Gotta Say...whoever is looking in on me, please stop. This is so screwed up.<br /><br />Edit: This post was about "looking in on me" using the occult. And, soon after I posted this, I found out someone was doing readings about me. Please, all of you who read cards and things like that, please do not read anything about me. I feel it and I start having nightmares. Thanks.<br /><br />-VisionVisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-30227915360680469012010-04-19T10:51:00.000-07:002010-04-19T10:56:48.790-07:00Think I Figured it OutOkay,<br />so, I was an emotional wreck last time I posted. My bad.<br /><br />It was interesting to discover, though, that the night I had the volcano dream was the night that the Icelandic volcano erupted. Looking at pictures of the volcano, I saw an almost identical image of what I saw in the dream. I didn't know how to react...I told my brother, who knows about most of the things I go through, and I told my hub who didnt have anything to say. But, whatever. At least, I know the emotions of suffering and pain and loss that I felt the following morning was connected with something. I wonder though, what's the point in that? In seeing something when I can't help anyone through it? I think I may just be getting picked on. I'm praying about it so I'm sure I'll figure it out with time.<br /><br />Just thought I'd share. Take care all :)<br /><br />-VisionVisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-91080782380026558602010-04-15T11:10:00.000-07:002011-08-04T05:48:24.533-07:00God, sometimes I just want to scream the truth about me to everyone who doesn't have the slightest clue!<br /><br />I brought it on myself, I know, by opening the spiritual door for all these demons when I was in middle school. But it can be torture sometimes just knowing that the vast majority of the world doesn't know the truth that there are people out there that can do frightening things. It hurts now because I know the truth and because I have to resist the pull to open my mind to the spiritual world again. When you don't know and your mind is an open doorway for them, they numb you and blind you from them. They make you think it's okay to be psychic and to know things you shouldn't but when you turn your back on them and try to be a better person, they torture you. In every possible way, you feel them pulling at your mind, your body, everything. I used to wonder why they wont leave me alone. Why they couldnt see that I wasnt going back to that life but something tells me that there is more.<br /><br />I was good at what I did. I touched on every psychic ability, you name it. Granted, I wasnt good at all of it, but once you get one thing down, they can use you. It's a spiritual battle between good and evil right here on the our plane that normal people cant see. You dont think I look like a normal girl when I'm out? You cant tell who is what unless you're involved or going to be involved. Unless, one of us pulls you in. I've done that to a number of people and I regret it but they're still blind and numb and think what theyre doing is fine. It's not fine! They're using you and you wont see it until you're dead or your life it screwed.<br /><br /><br />That was a lot of jabber. I'm sorry people. It feels like I got a loose screw at the moment. I sound like a mental patient, don't I. I wonder who actually reads this junk lol most of you dont understand this but the other empaths out there, wow, sorry guys. I hope it wasnt too much to take in. A lot of insane emotions right now.<br /><br />-VisionVisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-77852546955156210762010-04-15T10:30:00.000-07:002010-04-15T10:43:36.642-07:00Saturday night, I had a dream.<br />It was a volcano dream. Black skies, ash, lava, screaming, crying, running, and something about russians.<br />Something about me is that when I have a volcano dream or a tornado dream, something bad always happens. More so with the tornado dreams, but sometimes with the volcano ones. If not something bad, then I have an emotional breakdown. Something that hasn't happend yet.<br /><br />A few months ago, I had my last tornado dream. I woke up and warned my husband about the day. He was always a skeptic but two hours later, he called me and told me my grandpa died. Just a note.<br /><br />Saturday night was the volcano dream and 15 minutes after I woke up Sunday morning, I was still shaking. I told my family, who was visiting for the time, what I saw and I was terrified that day. In church, I choked back tears all through the service as if I were at a funeral already suffering. That happened once before and a few days later, well, someone died. I told my mom during the service that I had a bad feeling and she told me to txt my husband since he was at home with the kids. He was fine. Nothing happened yet. Not even the breakdown. I'm still waiting and I'm still scared.<br /><br />Everything else has cooled down lately; all the psychic type stuff, I mean. I havn't seen or sensed demons or other spirits; I stopped seeing faces and I haven't had any visions. It's been quiet in my mind, though I can still feel my 3rd eye. The only thing that is still going, is the empathy sometimes. I feel when someone is watching me, if someone is having a perverted thought, if someone is sad, etc.<br />I went into David's Bridal with my brother, looking for some shoes for someone, and when I walked in, I thought, "someone is watching us and laughing." When we got to the register, the woman said, "Gosh, you were fast. You knew what you wanted, didn't you? I saw the look on your face when you walked in and made your way to the back." That was funny at least.<br /><br />Other than that, nothing. It's nice; peaceful, after all the things I would have to deal with but I feel it coming back; since the volcano dream. I feel something trying to rip out of me. Like the movie Aliens. My stomach keeps turning sour, my heart speeds up. I don't know...I don't even know why I'm writing this. I'm not looking for answers...just waiting. But waiting feels like it's killing me.<br /><br />-VisionVisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-84048599874359982032010-02-15T11:01:00.000-08:002010-02-15T11:19:20.316-08:00Some Things to ShareWell, I haven't gotten around to writing anything lately but for good reason. A few interesting things have taken place over the last week. I don't know why it's happening or what brought it on but I dont exactly care for the time being; I'm focusing on it not interefering with my every day life.<br /><br />I'll start with the lighter and less serious of experiences. About two days ago, I had a full blown Matrix-like deja vu thing happen. I was sitting at the kitchen bar, talking to my husband when I saw my cat jump from around the corner and pounce on a ball. I blinked and then I saw the same exact thing, 100%. I kind of shook and my eyes widened and my husband looked at me all confused so I told him. He just laughed at me lol (Reminder: he's not aware of these sorts of things in my life. He knows I was involved in witchcraft back in high school but he doesnt know the whole psychic side of it all.)<br /><br />Anyway, the other thing that's been happening is being sucked into visions and memories so strongly that I forget where I am. It's happened a number of times over the week and it's not exactly pleasant. I was remembering something from when I was little and when I got sucked out of the memory, I took in a sharp breath and looked around like, what the heck?! My mind was so focused on it that I actually had to think harder than usual to remember that I lived in another state and had a family of my own. I didn't like it. I dont like the idea of being lost in my mind and not realizing it until I'm out. I mean, what if I get stuck? What will happen to my body?<br /><br />That experience takes me to the next one. It was communicated to me by what I believe was the Holy Spirit that I am to stay far from hypnotism. (I was thinking about it once or twice this past week) Apparently, if I get hypnotized, I'm opening a door for possessive spirits to enter me. Creepy, huh?<br /><br />This last thing I want to share ticks me more than scares me. Sometime last week, I saw, for the first time in years, a dark spirit with my physical eye. I was outside with my husband and I saw it behind him, a few yards away. It wasn't like the demons I'd seen growing up but this one was much taller and wider. It was moving within a shadow, though I don't know what it was doing there in the first place. If it werent for the sense that came with it, I'd have thought that it was just my eyes playing a trick on me. Well, no...that's not true...because I watched it as it moved around. So, it was a movement from the corner of my eye, but when I looked at it, it continued moving. There, easier way to put it.<br /><br />Anyway,<br /><br />like I said, I havent seen one with my physical eyes for years. Neither do I know WHY I saw it. But, I'll be praying about it for some answers.<br /><br />Okay, I gotta go for a bit though there is more I'd like to write. I'll have to come back this later tonight if I can.<br /><br />-VisionVisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-229635794181364702010-02-05T09:13:00.000-08:002011-08-04T05:55:58.041-07:00Do I Have Permission To Go Insane?Alright, here is a wonderful opportunity to share the kind of garbage I have to deal with.<br /><br />I'm just exhausted of all these attacks from the spirit world and I don't know how to stop it.<br /><br />Last night's dream was intertwined with a tornado dream which is normally a warning for me that something is about to happen. Well, normally...the only difference is that in the dream, I didn't actually SEE the tornado but I was with a number of ppl (in Oklahoma, apparently) that were waiting for it; expecting it and readying ourselves for it. Also in the dream was the feeling of being bare and discovered. (yes, a scene where i was suddenly naked haha). And, a scene with a woman who knows that my past consisted of witchcraft.<br /><br />So, my prediction?<br />Some of my past that I would rather not have shared with the whole church will get out, probably through this woman that knows the fact that I was involved with the occult. It's probably going to make me nervous that it will turn into something worse or it WILL turn into something worse. Idk.<br /><br />Anyone ever have something similar happen or any insight? You're more than welcome to share.Visionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-14156225266834443882010-02-03T11:38:00.000-08:002010-02-03T12:07:49.666-08:00Jack of All TradesYou know what's frustrating? The fact that people see me as some preachy, putter-downer on psychics. Like i'm a skeptic or something! Please! I know what psychic abilities are like. I've read cards and people and chakras and communicated with demons and spirits and worked with remote viewing, I see visions, predicted the future, seen the past, had out of body experiences, etc. You name it, I've done it.<br /><br />What people don't realize is the strength it takes to be willing to put aside these amazing abilities for the sake of one's soul. Not only strength to let it go but strength to deal with all the spiritual attacks that happen one after another. I found that my abilities did not come from God but were deceiving tools to pull me down and I've seen enough of Hell to know that I will do anything to stay away from there. But the fact that I don't use these abilities doesn't mean that they're not there or that I'm not affected by them.<br /><br />You see, (i'm sure I already made this point but let me say it again), when you turn your back on those spirits, they turn their's on you. They attack physically, mentally and emotionally and let me tell you, it takes it toll. Just yesterday, I felt them around me, going in and out of my head trying to make me use the abilities to make the pain stop. Everything in my gut was twisting and wrenching and my mind was just a mess. I have to deal with that all the time and I have no one to tell, no one to run to to make it stop. The only way to stop it is to do something like scrying or people reading. Now, knowing this, I can't very well fall into that trap and I take it until the present spirits get bored and move on.<br /><br />Then, I have the constant nagging of people who know the extent of what I'm able to do in emails and txts asking me to look into this situation and read them and what not. "My boyfriend said this, what did he really mean? What's going to happen if I do this? Hey, can you read my chakras? I have a spirit in my house, is it a demon?"<br /><br />Oh and of course those wonderful people who try to make it look "cool" and ask me to join Ghost Hunting groups and the like. Sure it's cool if you don't believe in God or that he condemns witchcraft. Sure it's cool if you don't know what Hell is going to be like. Sure it's cool if you're not constantly bombarded with night terrors and mental attacks every night and day. But I know all this and I know that God did give me a specific gift and that I need to not cross the line into confusing supernatural abilites from negative spirits with His gift from the Holy Spirit. Do you have any idea how hard that is?? Nearly impossible! And I often find myself crossing that line and running back before I get trapped again.<br /><br />I really wish that people could see what I've seen and open their eyes to what the paranormal field of interest really leads to in the end. It's horrible but it's veiled by the idea that it's innocent and safe and fun and "COOL."<br /><br />God, if you all really knew. If I could just reach one person then it could be the beginning of something amazing. People would use the right abilities for the right reasons and we could still help so many out there.Visionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-49962498507452081382010-01-30T11:27:00.000-08:002010-01-30T11:38:17.935-08:00It's a snowy, saturday morning and I should be enjoying it. I seem to have a problem though. Let me start from Thursday night.<br /><br />I was at church and we were praying. The Holy Spirit came down on the church and many were speaking in tongues while a woman prophecied. Another girl my age had a vision for the church and I had a vision for a relative. It happened while I prayed for her(she's having some problems).<br /><br />The vision was this:<br />There was a field with a tar pit in it. My relative stood in the tar pit and there was tar smeared over her eyes, keeping them closed; blinding her. Noticing someone over her shoulder, I looked and saw another person I know. I won't go into details there because I already shared this vision with that person.<br /><br />I feel compelled to share this vision with my relative. Though I have the basic idea of what it means, I'm not sure how she'll take it. We were so close at a time and now we hardly speak. To make things worse, I had a dream last night that I shared the vision with her and she became angry and shouted and told me she didn't believe in God anymore. I fear for her, because that vision was a bad omen. I'm afraid of what will come to her if she doesn't change and return to previous state (before all the problems started).<br /><br />Remember when I posted the fact that the demons try to stop me from doing certain things? This is one of those things. When I think about speaking to my relative about it, I get shaky and scared. Nervous and anxious. My hands tremble, my words twist and I can't speak clearly. I will share my vision with her though, out of fear for her well being and even her life.<br /><br />God, speaking what I feel needs to be said is so hard sometimes...but seeing how I'm being affected by it confirms the fact that it needs to be said..whether she hates me in the end or not.<br /><br />I'll try to write more on my testimony in a few moments.<br /> I just needed to get this out.<br /><br />-VisionVisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-58627855458758980692010-01-20T21:44:00.000-08:002010-01-20T22:15:57.983-08:00Empath TalkAlright readers,<br /><br />Again, I'm steering from the testimony for a bit. I want to elaborate on the empath thing. As you all know, I am an empath. It simply means that when an angry person is near me, I can feel it. If someone is depressed, I know without them having to tell me. I'm highly sensitive to other people's emotions. I know when someone doesnt like me. I know a person's personality and whether or not I should get to know them before I speak to them. It's nothing that "came with practice." It's just always been there.<br /><br />Now, I am a member of an online empath community where I can meet and talk with other empaths and share experiences or even reach out to those who need help. As a christian, this is a great opporunity to talk to other christian empaths who dont realize where the line not to be crossed is drawn.<br /><br />For christians, empathy is a very thin and highly dangerous line to be walked. <em>VERY</em> thin. As a highly sensitive person, an empath is prone to dark-spirited influence. They are the ones that make it possible for empaths to carry other abilities; psychic abilties. As christians, we all know that this is against our beliefs. God does not accept psychics, mediums, spiritists, etc. Empathy in itself, as far as I know, is not a psychic ability. It is a sensitivity to other living things but it, more often than not, turns into contacting spirits, remote viewing, etc. That is why, as christians it is such a hard thing to deal with. We dont know when its too much.<br /><br />Okay, let me get this part off my chest. I am no preacher. I dont have all the right answers. Shoot, I even doubt myself on the whole empathy thing pretty often. I'm afraid of doing something evil and wrong but the thing is that i've dealt with demons and the like since I was a little girl. I was a witch for much of my life (which, yes, i realize, isnt all that long so far). I'm just passing through a trial that involved me obtaining a number of new, psychic abilities and God had mercy on me, answering my prayers and taking away what was not from him. But the empathy is still there. My dreams are still there and I feel much lighter and safer. I cannot turn off empathy. It's not in my control at all times. Until God takes it away, I have to believe that He answered my prayers in full and not in pieces and that what is left in me is from Him to be used for His glory and His alone.<br />When I turned my back on witchcraft, all of the "friendly" spirits that I was in contact with turned their backs on me and attacked my family. They nearly tore us apart but again, God had mercy and saved me from ruining my life; from ruining my chance to be with Him when my job is done on this earth.<br />I've been trying to ignore my empathic abilty but like I said, it can't simply be turned off.<br /><br />I really hope this post helped someone out there. I may add more later but it's real late for me and I am EXHAUSTED! Good night, all! And God bless!<br /><br />-VisionVisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com99tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-35023281697848061972010-01-05T10:51:00.001-08:002010-01-05T11:23:11.213-08:00NoteHey everyone,<br /> I'm going to steer from my testimony for a moment and share some thoughts. I know that there are so many people out there that want to be a part of the paranormal and supernatural. There are a lot of christians as well but what they don't know is that through a life in Christ, they <em>can</em> have a supernatural experience. When one is filled with the Holy Spirit, God grants a spiritual gift to that person. It can be a supernatural ability of knowledge, discernment, healing, speaking in tongues, faith or prophecy. Each one of these is a special ability; an ability from the Spirit, only, it's used for God's glory. If you live your life according to God's word and will, you will receive a spiritual gift to use.<br /><br />Also,<br /> I've recently come across the shows "Paranormal State" and "Psychic Kids." My opinion on them? They're all insane! First off, "Paranormal State;" These people are teenagers who go to haunted houses or to demon possessed people and try to find proof of the paranormal there. Who in the right mind would <em>want</em> to go to an exorcism or contact spirits in a house without being annointed for it? They are taking these spirits with them that will effect them, their family and their friends. It's extremely dangerous and here they are doing in on television, placing the seed of curiousity in the minds of even younger generations.<br /> As if that's not bad enough, you have the show called "Psychic Kids" that's about older, experienced psychics "helping" kids who have psychic abilities. They have no idea what they're in for. They're putting these kids at risk of giving their lives to the spirits around them; to obsess and walk down the darker path of life. I know I'll be praying for those kids and people to get over their addictions to the spirit world and turn their lives to God.<br /> One thing that many don't realize is that demons are extremely intelligent. They know how to work in a person's life to make things seem innocent and safe. They know what thoughts to whisper to a person to make them think they're doing the right thing by using a "Gift." But people dont realize the "gift" is from the demon(s).<br /> Anyone dealing with "kind" spirits or "neutral" spirits, I'd like you to test this theory for yourself. Turn from the spirits and put them aside. Go to church and read the Bible and do something for God. I promise you that those spirits will turn on you. They won't be so kind and gentle and neutral anymore. The thing is that there are no "kind spirits" but only deceptive demons that clothe themselves in sheep-skin. They are there only to keep you on the wrong path; only to confuse you. There is the Holy Spirit and angels, then there are demons. There is no middle-ground in the spirit world. If you are not for God, you are against Him.<br /><em>He who is not with me, is against me, and he who does not gather with me, scatters. Luke 11:23</em>Visionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-74534106774647219432010-01-04T11:06:00.000-08:002010-01-04T12:03:54.833-08:00Part III...<br /><br />After that experience, I stayed pretty far away from the occult. The demons with me wouldn't let me go that easily, though...of course. They got me pretty bad after I got married. If they couldn't take me down through my curiosity and supernatural abilities, they went after something even more important to me; my family. My relationship with my husband. After about 3 and a half years, we nearly divorced. In short, my mind and emotions were attacked, making me stop loving him and seeking attention elsewhere. I became addicted to an online game called Second Life. (now, I'm not saying that everything was my fault, but that's not the point here. I'm trying to prove something that many people do not know.)<br />All through our troubles, I had that familiar voice in the back of my mind telling me that divorce is not what God wants from us. He put us together, he blessed us enormously and never planned for us to separate. No couple brought together before God, is meant to divorce. No one. I didn't love my husband anymore. I didn't care what happened to him. I wanted to go out and do stupid things. But, that voice was a voice I knew so against everything my heart and mind told me, I continuously prayed, "God, you know my heart. You know how I'm feeling right now but I don't want to sin. I pray that you help me <span style="font-style: italic;">want </span>the <span style="font-style: italic;">right </span>thing, because I have no idea what it is." I prayed that while I was angry and hateful towards my husband and while I spent all my time on the game. It was one night that changed me; one dream. I dreamed that an angel stood before me and said to me, "you need to stop what you're doing...before it's too late." It wasn't just the fact of what was said but of what I felt when I woke up. I was filled with shame and guilt. It was the exact feeling of being scolded by your parents after doing something wrong. It was such a strong feeling that it couldn't be ignored.<br />My husband and I ended up having a very serious talk and we both changed our ways. Over time, the unthinkable happened. I fell in love with him again. With everything I had, I didn't believe it could happen, but God worked in my life and He made it happen. My husband and I are now doing well and we're very happy.<br /><br />You would think that's the end, huh? Well, these demons will not let up. I don't know what it is that makes them work so hard at tearing me down but they will not let up! When things began working out in my family, my mind turned to the church and what I was called to do. Almost immediately after that thought, my visions began coming back only this time, I had one of a friend that passed years ago, making me wonder if there was anything christian about that. My mind was suddenly thrown into this frenzy, bringing all sorts of other gifts along with the ones I already knew about. Very slowly, my mind turned back to the occult. I was suddenly able to read people's chakras and scry and my visions went insane. I would have visions of people I've never met before, showing me that they were going to die soon, then I would see them the next day in person. I physically feel my 3rd eye, especially when in church, to the point where I have to rub my forehead to sooth the feeling of something boring into my head. I feel EVERYTHING from people who are thinking about me to spirits around me. I see random visions of people in the near future as well as the distant future.<br />The thing is though, that I don't try to bring these things on; they just happen. In all honesty, though I used to be one of those teens who dreamed of being something different and special, I'm more concerned for my soul. I've had a vague vision of Hell, and as vague as it was, it's enough to scare me into behaving and focusing my mind on what God wants for me.<br /><br />I'll have to continue this later...sorry, readers!Visionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-30314589894329970022009-12-30T07:47:00.001-08:002009-12-31T07:05:25.298-08:00Part IIGood morning, readers! I'm sorry I had to cut my previous part short. Let me continue...<br /><br />Before I got <em>deep</em> into the occult, I had a point in my life when I was a good little christian girl. I had <em>tapped</em> into the supernatural but I had one of those points when I came across a sermon being preached about it. I stopped, repented, cried and gave my life to Jesus. Then, the demons got me another way.<br />I was 13 and they prettied up a church boy for me. To this day, I don't know what it was that got me, but it got me bad. I didn't even know this boy; in fact, I'd never seen him until one Sunday morning. He was just sitting there, totally innocent and my mind was wandering. My gaze came across him and that was it. Something around him, an aura or something caught my eye and I was stuck from then on. It wasn't a physical attraction, but something that to this day, I don't understand. It was mental, emotional, spiritual, I dont know but at this point, I don't care anymore. It lasted too long, with too much suffering, and it led me right back down to the occult.<br /><br />I would always want to know what he thought of me, if he liked me, blah blah blah so I bought a deck of oracle cards. It was the angel deck so I made up an excuse saying "well, it's not tarot and this is communicating with angels and that's not wrong, right?" That's when I got deeper into the occult and better at it. When I found that I was good with the cards, I decided to put my mind to use with the gifts I already knew I had.<br /><em>**sidenote: for more details on the other gifts and some background info, go to the post called "Introduction. I'll add it there."**</em><br /><br />Communicating with spirits(using oracle cards, playing cards, mirrors, candle flames, even my own body), bringing on visions of the future, manipulating the thoughts of anyone I wanted...those were the things that I dealt with every day from age 13 to 18. It was easy and I enjoyed it, because the demons made sure I enjoyed it.<br /><br />One of my problems with taking part in the occult was the fact that the "spirits" always made themselves seem so kind. The hellish demons were always dark and frightening but the other "spirits" (which I believe are just another form of demon) were making themselves known and talking to me, slowly gaining my trust.<br /><br />See, that's how demons work. Their whole purpose is to take as many souls as they can with them into damnation when Christ comes. They deceive you into thinking they're kind and gentle and harmless but I assure you that the second you turn your back on them, they will turn on you.<br /><br /><em>**Side note: I discovered this through personal experience but it was confirmed just two nights ago as I watched a documentary called "To Hell and Back." </em><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrmzR82Izyo"><em>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrmzR82Izyo</em></a><em> - previously, he was saying how when he first died, his spirit left his body and he was in the hospital room. He heard (nice) voices telling him to come with them.**</em><br /><br />I sort of became "friends" with spirits, communicating with them every day. I loved having them around but that voice kept telling me, "stop it, this is not right." When I turned 18, my boyfriend (who has always been unaware of my spiritual war) proposed and I accepted. That last year was full of that constant voice warning me to stop and verses and sermons were constantly in my way. <em>**Please keep in mind that all this time I was involved in magic and such, I still believed in God. I considered myself a "Christian Psychic."**</em> I was reading the Bible one afternoon and came across a section talking about if you come across a person sinning and don't correct them, you will be held responsible for them. That was something I read while dealing with the realization that I was sinning in witchcraft and that it's impossible to be a christian psychic. So, one day I was working on packing my things, getting ready to move across country after my wedding. With guilt and negative emotions filling me, I threw all my cards and books and things of magic away with the rest of the garbage from my drawers. In the middle of packing, my best friend and I decided to hang out a while so I dropped everything, left my room and came back later that night. What I found was what scared me to death.<br />I went to throw away some more garbage but when I opened the bag, the oracle cards and books...ONLY the oracle cards and books...were black, smothered, completely covered with crawling black ants. They were on nothing else but the cards. I looked around the bag, on the floors and walls to find a line leading to them but there was nothing. I immediately felt a very negative, very hostile emotion and I quickly tied up the bag and threw it away. I came back to my room and cried and prayed. I felt so stupid to have befriended the unseen things around me; stupid and guilty and ashamed. I remember laying on my bed while I was sobbing. I rolled onto my side, and suddenly this calm just overtook me. I felt someone standing near me, beside the bed and I just smiled. I was safe and there was an angel there with me. From then on, I stopped anything having to do with the occult. But...that wasn't the end for me.<br /><br />This will be continued on Part III...life is calling...Visionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-54005808500846144312009-12-29T11:24:00.001-08:002009-12-29T12:35:05.276-08:00Part IHello! So begins my tale! My tale of nearly 2 decades. Not long I know, but so much has happend and is going to happen. God is good and He's saved me from Satan's grasp on so many occasions!<br /><br />My first experience started when I was only 7 years old. It started with a dream. The thing about this dream that was interesting what that my little brother had the exact one at the same exact time. We awoke together, cried to our mother together, still share the memory together.<br /><br />Though I don't remember every detail of the dream, I do know there was a hilltop and below me, on every side, were snakes. I remember being terrified and waking up wet from tears. My little brother was the same.<br /><br />Years had passed, I didn't dwell on the dream (c'mon, it was just a dream, right?). Through that time, I had a number of other dreams with snakes but from snakes, came demons and with demons, came Satan. I was only 8 yrs old when I first had a dream of Satan himself and his demons. When I was about eleven or twelve, I began to see demons with my physical eyes. They were everywhere I went. Most didn't seem to realize that I saw them, but others laughed and tried to scare me. I was young and since I grew up having imaginary friends and such, I wasn't as scared as one would think.<br /><br /><em>**Side note: Those who work with demons as adults(demonologists, priests, etc.) are normally people who dealt with demons as children. That is one reason they are not afraid. I'd like to refer my readers to this article: </em><a href="http://socyberty.com/paranormal/fear-and-the-unknown/"><em>http://socyberty.com/paranormal/fear-and-the-unknown/</em></a><em> **</em><br /><br />In that dream, I stood face to face with Satan. With a demon on either side of him, he began to speak but I couldn't hear what he was saying. I just watched in fear as his lips moved. When he was finished, he turned and disappeared into the darkness, but the 2 demons came to me. That's when I woke up.<br /><br />I didn't realize it at that time that the dream was telling me something; these demons were assigned to me and would follow me through the years. With them came illness and more nightmares.<br /><br />Most nightmares had to do with cemetaries and dead bodies. I continued to see and feel demons and was even physically pushed and scratched by them. When I was about 12 yrs old, I got up the courage to tell my parents about what was happening. They just nodded their heads and looked at eachother, unsure of what to think. After I got it out to them, I decided to speak out to others in my church; friends mostly. It eventually got out to the pastor, who I'm closely related to, and was prayed for in the church. People started looking at me differently, though I know that many believed I was just making things up.<br /><br /><em>**Side note: I want you to imagine a tall, gangly blonde girl with disheveled hair and bad posture that was interested in fairies and dragons. That was me, so no wonder many didn't believe me**</em><br /><br />When I saw the way my parents looked at me, I thought they didn't believe me either, so I refrained from telling them anything else that happend. I was prayed for in my church, but no one bothered confronting me and trying to talk to me about it. Thinking about it now bothers me more than it did back then. I guess I didn't really <em>want</em> everyone to be paying that sort of attention to me.<br /><br />So, things went on and since I didn't have the courage to go back to the church for help, I turned to the occult; the only thing that seemed to have answers right when I wanted them. I fell deep into it and I was good. I read oracle cards, I spoke to spirits, I read palms and even got to the point of knowing a person more than they'd like, just by looking at them.<br /><br />One experience was in seventh grade. I was with a group of girls and we got into the conversation about things that happend to us. I just blurted out to them that I could know what everyone wanted to be when they grew up just by looking at them. They laughed and, naturally, asked me to prove it; so I did. I'd point to someone in the distance(students I didn't know), take a look and tell the girls what that person wanted to do when they graduated. One of the girls went up to them and asked, then came back dumbfounded. I was right. From then on, some girls stopped talking to me while others were extremely interested.<br /><br />Most experiences took place in my bedroom but always with witnesses. My little brother tells me even to this day how much he never liked my bedroom because it felt strange. My other friends witnessed as my eyes followed a demon walking around and even heard as it scratched the wall.<br /><br />I stayed with the occult for years but throughout it all, I constantly had this voice in the back of my mind telling me that what I was doing what wrong. I tried to ignore that voice and went on but it wouldn't leave me. There were many times when I would come across a Bible verse or hear a preacher give a sermon on the topic and I would fall back from the spiritual world but I always came back. The more I did, the better I got. I amazed my friends and I felt like I was the most powerful person my age. Power hungry; typical.<br /><br />Oh Lord, I wish I could go on but life is calling! I will continue with Part II tomorrow. Leave me some comments and even questions if you'd like!<br /><br />Have a good day!<br /><br />-VisionVisionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823906149107043328.post-44150330939702103482009-12-29T11:14:00.001-08:002009-12-30T12:03:46.676-08:00Introduction<div align="center">Hello readers!</div><p><br />This blog was created for the purpose of speaking out to those lost christians though anyone else interested is more than welcome! It will hopefully make people realize that demons are very real and include themselves in our lives every single day. The spiritual world, though unseen, is not to be ignored but we need to learn to discern between light and dark,<br /><br />At this point in time, I am not comfortable enough to disclose my real name so I will call myself "Vision" for now. You'll understand why soon enough.<br />I am a Pentecostal christian, though my views are stricter than most, but for good reason.<br /><br />In this blog, I will share with you my experiences from the past as well as the present. I pray that God will work in my mind to choose the right words in such a way that makes all I write easy to understand. </p><p>I will go through demons, visions, angels, God, etc. So much to share!</p><p>Background Info: While dealing with the occult in my life, I considered myself a christian psychic. But before that, I knew I was different from other people. I could see and sense demonic spirits. I was also very sensitive to people's feelings, sharing in their pain and happiness. I later discovered that this was called Empathy. I had dreams that would come true and could predict outcomes in nearly every situation. I could sense people's personalities and was always right without every having to talk to them. I would know an empath the moment I made eye contact with one. Being a precog empath was what took me to the occult when I didn't find the answers I wanted from my church. (then again, i was afraid to confront anyone about it)</p><p>Somewhere between the ages of 4 and 6, I was struck by lightening in my backyard. My little brother, who is 2 yrs younger than me, vaguely remembers it, since he was close by me. I wasn't injured. I had no burns, no scars, nothing. But thanks to that, no one in my family knew what happened. For the rest of my life, I've been sensitive to electricity. (getting shocked all the time, making lights flicker, even those little meters that detect electricity light up when they touch me lol needless to say, kids had fun with me in Chemistry class).<br /><br />Heads up!<br />-There may be many errors throughout this blog. There are demons at work trying to keep me from saying what needs to be said by twisting my tongue when speaking, and making my hands tremble when typing. When this happens, I know I am supposed to write what I have in mind. That's pretty intense, huh? That's only a piece of what I deal with on a day to day basis.<br /><br /></p><div align="center">Welcome to Christian Survival in an Occult World</div>Visionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780300529195964262noreply@blogger.com0