I Used To Be Agnostic

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If you're a skeptic; if you've stumbled upon this blog via some search engine fluke and decided to check out this crazy shit about demons, I feel you. I really do. I was you, a mere five months ago. Long story short, I was raised Southern Baptist, but became Agnostic as a teenager. No religion made sense to me. I was very scientifically-minded; logical to a fault. At a certain point,  I had to acknowledge that I could no longer believe that there's a man up in the sky who cares whether or not we have sex, that an old man built a huge boat and corralled a pair of each species of animal, that a virgin had a baby, or that anyone ever died and came back to life. 

I was always very interested in other cultures, however, particularly their religious beliefs. My undergraduate studies were in Social Sciences, with concentrations in Psychology, Anthropology, and Sociology. I loved mythology and folklore; but those stories were only ever that-- stories. The Bible started to fall into that category for me also, sometime in my teens. I remember thinking that I was not going to be convinced by statistics. The fact that 65% of the population of The United States is Christian, or that 31.11% of people worldwide are Christian, didn't matter to me. I trusted my judgment and intelligence more than all theirs put together. I thought that believers believed what they were taught as children without questioning; and that if they'd been taught Jack and the Beanstalk as religion and The Bible as a fairytale, then that's what they'd believe. I learned that people had killed and died for religious beliefs, and I couldn't comprehend being willing to die for something that could never be proven.

That, in a nutshell, was my problem; I'm the type of person who needed proof. Ironically perhaps, in addition to my love of mythology and folklore, I was always interested in the supernatural. I didn't call myself an Atheist because I thought there was probably an afterlife, but I wasn't sure. I had heard plenty of ghost stories. In the Southeastern part of The United States, every family has a ghost story. Every town has a haunted house; and everybody knows somebody who sneaked out to that haunted house one night when they were in high school and got the bejeezus scared out of them. Everybody played with a Ouija board at some party and were told when they were going to die, or something else creepy as fuck. So, I did some ghost hunting. I didn't really expect to find anything; but I did. I'm Catholic now. 

There's a lot to tell, and it's going to take a while. I am writing this blog because I believe that I have information about demons and demonic possession that quite possibly no one else on Earth has. From the internet searches I've done, I have found a mere handful of people who seem to have some idea of what demons are actually like. I have found only one person, another anonymous blogger, who has had an experience that is anything like mine. Of course, that's only what is on the internet. I imagine that this is not a topic that most people would talk openly about.

I thought about writing a book, and indeed I will, but this information needs to be free and available to everyone. I am going to write what I wish I had read last year. There have to be people out there who are going through something similar and might be confused by it or even questioning their sanity. I hope my story helps someone. 

 The Lord works in mysterious ways.