Dancing With The Devil, Part 1

 

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A few notes, before I dive into this; I have recently had some people on Facebook to question whether or not I am actually a Christian. I assure you that I am now. I think that, without bothering to read any of my writings, they also assumed somehow that this blog is pro-demons. No. This blog is ABOUT demons and my experience with them, for the purpose of educating people about them, so that we can fight a better fight AGAINST them. There is a very big difference between writing about demons and writing in favor of demons. Any general would tell you that you have to know your enemy.

Also, I am being attacked (worse than usual) by demons for writing this. I expected that. They are NOT happy with me at all! That only confirms, for me anyway, that I am on the right path. I don't want to get into what a demonic attack entails right now however; because that's a long story in and of itself, and I have promised to move forward with the story of my personal experience. So, without further delay--

What happened after that moonlit night on the side of the highway, when I decided that I was definitely dealing with a demon and rebuked him in the name of Jesus Christ? Well, like I said, it's a long story; but I guess I have to start somewhere. By the way, I don't think I danced with the actual Devil, but I did eventually dance with a demon. I didn't know it was a demon at the time, however; and it was certainly a mistake. But that wouldn't happen for another month or so. Right now, let me back up to December 30, 2020; the day after the roadside rebuking.

For a while, nothing really happened. I continued to feel a presence, a perpetual sense of being watched; but that has been the case for most of my life. That feeling had become so natural to me that I hardly noticed it. I did, however, notice the transparent or smokey figures that passed by, only seen in my peripheral. Overall, I felt a sense of calmness and serenity that I had, up until those EVP sessions, always felt at my home. My home is out in the countryside, near a river and a forest, just off one side of a sparsely traveled highway. It had always been, and always will be, my sanctuary. I felt, as I always had, that there might just be a "spirit" here; but if so, it was a friendly and comforting one. I wonder, looking back, if I could have walked away from all of this at that point. I do wonder sometimes if I ever had a chance, and I doubt that I did.

Anyway, I had, obviously, stopped recording EVPs. One night I was on the phone with my friend "Marie" and we started to hear some interference. It sounded exactly like the interference that was sometimes present on cordless landline phones in the 90s, when you would hear static and bits of someone else's conversation. Marie was driving and I was at home when we both started to hear this. We thought we heard talking, but couldn't make out what was being said. We ignored it at first; thinking that it was some sort of not-supernatural interference, even though that's not a common occurrence anymore.

Marie knew about my EVP experience, however, and suspected that this interference might not have been coming from a human source. As our conversation continued, I started to suspect the same; especially since I was hearing whispers that weren't emanating from the phone. She had to stop at a convenience store; and, just in case, left me on hold, laying the phone down in her car. While she was in the store, the voices became clear. I heard the sound of banging, and the voices said,
"Let me out! Let me out of here!"

In light of all that had been happening, I began to form the opinion that something evil was pursuing me. I also felt, however, that there was something good at my house; some positive, protective presence. After all, I'd prayed to Jesus to cleanse my home of any evil spirits, and I was still seeing a figure move past me out of the corner of my eye. Sometimes I would actually see an outline of a person. It looked like a completely transparent man. I couldn't really see it that well at all; but rather I'd see the movement of a human walking, like a ripple in reality. It seemed to pace around my porch when I was sitting outside, and to pace back and forth in my kitchen while I was sitting at the table. I also had some really weird and not very pleasant dreams during that time. I thought that there was something bad after me, but there was also something good protecting me. I, stupidly, wanted to comunicate with the good thing; but there was no way in Hell I was doing EVPs again.

One day, I did something REALLY stupid. I asked it to touch me. It was a stupid as fuck thing to do. Do not do this ever. It was stupid; but, I may possibly have already been possessed then. I'm not certain about that. I don't think I was, yet; but I was under some heavy demonic influence at that point, at the very least. Anyway, I "reasoned" that if I did EVPs, Ouija board, or anything like that, I wouldn't be sure who I was communicating with, and I only wanted to talk to the one "entity" that was in my house. Keep in mind that I was still Agnostic at this point in time; and that at this point in time, I thought that I had no psychic abilities whatsoever. So, I figured that if I couldn't use a tool, and I couldn't see it except as an outline, and I couldn't hear it with my own ears; well, maybe I could feel it. So I asked it to touch me. I was outside; but still on my property, in a place where I felt very serene and safe.

I was never that good at being New Age. I thought that I'd need to meditate, or some stupid shit; and since I have A.D.H.D., that's damn near impossible (or so I thought). So, after speaking my request, I actually laid down on the ground (to be, you know, "grounded"), put on some relaxing music, closed my eyes, and tried my best to think of nothing. A few minutes in, nothing was happening, but I did find myself feeling relaxed. I thought,
"Well, if nothing happens, at least I'm enjoying lying here listening to this music, so not a total waste of time..."
And then I started to feel something.

It felt like something lightly brushing against my legs. I didn't respond yet, however, because I wanted to make sure I wasn't imagining it. This went on for perhaps a minute; it's difficult to judge. Then my legs were knocked hard, as if I'd been kicked. I didn't perceive a foot or a shoe; but I felt a force, one that I certainly was not imagining. I think I laughed then, said "Hi," and stammered something about how I just wanted to make sure it wasn't all happening in my head. I kept my eyes closed. As brave as that was to do (and equally stupid), I wasn't sure if I wanted to see what was there (if there was indeed anything there that I would be able to see). I was a little bit scared; but not like scared-of-evil kind of scared, more like scared-of-the-unknown kind of scared. It was that rush of glimpsing what's beyond the veil, even if I was too chicken shit to actually take a glimpse. (I did eventually peep, but I didn't see anything when I did.)

I began to feel my hair being gently brushed back from my face. I felt light, feathery touches on my arms. Something stroked my cheek. The touches were so gentle that it would really be more correct to say that they were "caresses." The touches felt friendly at least, and playful; one might even say that they felt loving. I felt that there was nothing to fear. I felt a force lifting my right arm. It was not a very strong force, yet again, it was certainly not something that I was imagining. I could have resisted it, not allowing it to lift my arm; but I didn't make that choice. Instead, I went with it. My forearm was lifted, moved from side-to-side, and my hand was "clasped." I sat upright; keeping my eyes closed. I felt more soft touches on my arms, hands, and face. I started to feel a tingling chill in the center of chest; and then I felt something pierce me, entering my chest and exiting through my spine. It felt like an arm; or at least that's what I envisioned. I felt like this "ghost" had thrusted it's arm through me. It didn't hurt; but it was slightly uncomfortable. It was tingly, cold, and an odd mix of good and bad sensations. Then the "arm" partially retracted, and something squeezed my heart. This interaction lasted for about an hour all together. Then I didn't feel anything anymore, and I went back to my house. For anyone who might not understand (I'm looking at you, Facebook people), I am not saying that this was a smart or a good thing to do. I am simply saying that it is what I did. It is part of the story.

After that, I went home, and nothing happened for the rest of that day or the next. On the morning of the third day, I woke up and, still lying in bed, reached over to turn my alarm clock off. I stayed in bed for a few minutes, offhandedly gazing at my bedside table. One of the items on the table was a flashlight which I'd placed there in case the power were to go out, obviously (and, okay, maybe also just a little bit because of whatever had said that it was peeping in through my window). It was a round flashlight, but it had a rubber casing with flat edges that made it octagonal in shape, which was probably designed to make it easier to grip, and keep it from rolling off of a slightly unlevel surface. Thus, as my bedside table is not horrifically unlevel, there was no way that it could roll on its own. Yet, as I was lying there, dreamily savoring my final moments in bed, it rolled forward, and then rolled backwards again. I was surprised; but I wasn't frightened. I assumed that this was simply the gentle entity I'd met saying hello.

I wondered, though, as days passed, if my "friendly ghost" was with me. Was it watching me? Was it sitting beside me? How would I ever know? I was curious! Looking back, I can see that there was probably at least a little bit of demonic influence at play during this time also. Honestly, though, who wouldn't be curious; if they didn't understand yet that there is no such thing as friendly ghosts, that is, who wouldn't want to know more? Still determined not to use any tools except for my own body and senses, I decided to try to make contact again. One day, standing in my house, with my eyes closed again, I simply held out my hands and asked,
"Are you here?"
Within a minute or so, probably sooner than that, I felt touches on my hands.

Eventually, I found that I could do this at any time. I didn't have to have my eyes closed. I didn't have to say anything. All I had to do was hold out my hands, and something would grasp them.

To be continued...