It's a snowy, saturday morning and I should be enjoying it. I seem to have a problem though. Let me start from Thursday night.
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).
The vision was this:
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.
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).
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.
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.
I'll try to write more on my testimony in a few moments.
I just needed to get this out.
-Vision
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Empath Talk
Alright readers,
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.
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.
For christians, empathy is a very thin and highly dangerous line to be walked. VERY 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.
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.
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.
I've been trying to ignore my empathic abilty but like I said, it can't simply be turned off.
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!
-Vision
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.
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.
For christians, empathy is a very thin and highly dangerous line to be walked. VERY 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.
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.
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.
I've been trying to ignore my empathic abilty but like I said, it can't simply be turned off.
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!
-Vision
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Note
Hey everyone,
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 can 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.
Also,
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 want 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.
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.
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).
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.
He who is not with me, is against me, and he who does not gather with me, scatters. Luke 11:23
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 can 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.
Also,
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 want 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.
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.
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).
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.
He who is not with me, is against me, and he who does not gather with me, scatters. Luke 11:23
Monday, January 4, 2010
Part III
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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.)
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 want the right 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.
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.
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.
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.
I'll have to continue this later...sorry, readers!
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.)
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 want the right 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.
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.
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.
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.
I'll have to continue this later...sorry, readers!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Part II
Good morning, readers! I'm sorry I had to cut my previous part short. Let me continue...
Before I got deep into the occult, I had a point in my life when I was a good little christian girl. I had tapped 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.
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.
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.
**sidenote: for more details on the other gifts and some background info, go to the post called "Introduction. I'll add it there."**
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.
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.
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.
**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." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrmzR82Izyo - 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.**
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. **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."** 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.
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.
This will be continued on Part III...life is calling...
Before I got deep into the occult, I had a point in my life when I was a good little christian girl. I had tapped 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.
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.
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.
**sidenote: for more details on the other gifts and some background info, go to the post called "Introduction. I'll add it there."**
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.
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.
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.
**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." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrmzR82Izyo - 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.**
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. **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."** 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.
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.
This will be continued on Part III...life is calling...
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Part I
Hello! 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!
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.
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.
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.
**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: http://socyberty.com/paranormal/fear-and-the-unknown/ **
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.
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.
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.
**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**
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 want everyone to be paying that sort of attention to me.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
Have a good day!
-Vision
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.
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.
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.
**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: http://socyberty.com/paranormal/fear-and-the-unknown/ **
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.
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.
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.
**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**
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 want everyone to be paying that sort of attention to me.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
Have a good day!
-Vision
Introduction
Hello readers!
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,
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.
I am a Pentecostal christian, though my views are stricter than most, but for good reason.
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.
I will go through demons, visions, angels, God, etc. So much to share!
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)
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).
Heads up!
-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.
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