My relationship with God and getting rid of DEMONS!

Poor delusional bastard...you just aren't going to make it. Sometimes I actually find myself starting to feel sorry for fools like you then I wake up.

Holy fuck! Half of GLPers are crazy. You re welcome. Don t forget to take your meds before posting next time.

Hahaha! you made me LOL!

Cmon man, Im not crazy and everything is perfectly fine in my head!

I wouldn't tell these stories to the people of this world in real life because they would think im nuts, just like you 2 do.

I Pray God choose you to be part of hes kingdom!! Dont limit yourselves to the laws of this world, because in God's kingdom everything will be upside-down!!

Im sure here are brothers with similar experiences!

To the OP:

I gotta tell you kid, I too am a Christian (and I believe in the giftings, miracles and power of Christ).

I've been where you are now, done that and bought the T-shirt (including the feeling of dripping liquid from my head to me feet, and the shooting star lightshow) and I'm sorry to have to say this but you've been spiritually flim-flammed to the extreme.

My own testimony would kill a dead horse and bring it back to life again, that's how much I went through and that's how much I learned from my experience.

Just try "leaving" or "questioning" your experience and believing ever so differently than you do now...THAT'S when you will see the man behind the curtain pulling your levers and THAT'S when you learn the hard way that the devil and his ilk are good at what they do.

Because then those same spirits that orchestrated your wow factor experience will turn on you and seek to devour you wholesale for discovering their ploy.

Rule Number 1: If deceptions don't work at the factory they aren't shipped out to the customer.

Rule Number 2: No, you aren't smarter and more powerful than the enemy just because you are a Christian.

Lord, open this young man's eyes to the truth about his experience and provide for and protect him as You orchestrate his deliverance.

Last Edited by SozzledBoot on 01/02/2017 02:37 PM

Welcome aboard SW.

May God continue to guide you and teach you and protect you.

Maranatha!

Was going to say pretty much the same, but you said it better than I would have. Both clearer and nicer...

Then why did you post your experience as a good thing?


ADDENDA: OOOPS! Thought you were the OP. My bad!

Last Edited by SozzledBoot on 01/02/2017 02:42 PM

cool story bro

I had similar spiritual experiences...Still going on,but Way changed, since '83.

Make sure when 'they' leave you get filled with The Word, Praise music and thank Messiah. We enter His Gates with Thanksgiving, enter His Courts with Praise and, Worship Him...Father, Mother, Son...Androgeny of a type. Just be in Love as you are with.our Savior/Redeemer, Deliverer/Healer...More will be cleared; demons, evil spirits, evil entities too. Praying for you. Warfare becomes a way of life after awhile...Kingdom Life, helping others too, helps. I'm Gavriella.

Thank you for the reply!

I remember first nights after Jesus found me (before baptized) I woke up at night and feel these bad and scary spirits floating above me and telling that "IF YOU BELIEVE TO JESUS AS YOUR GOD WE WILL KILL YOU" It was very scary because in that moment, the evil's words felt so powerful that I knew I was gonna get killed but still refused to abandon Jesus and just kept praying for him to help.

Is the man behind the curtain same man that I see in a mirror?

I know that devil is great in what he do, satan speaks to me everyday and try to put thoughts in my head but in Jesus name I kick them out.

Devil is like bird flying inside from my other ear and coming outside of another, but I wont let it stay there and plant eggs. You understand?

I think I understand and my pastors tell same thing, that when you get rid of demon next time he will come try make a mess with 1000 times more strenght and take 7 of hes friends to the clean house too.

Well, thank God I left Egypt (slavery) and now heading to the promised land in the wilderness. This life is wilderness.

Thanks for Rule number 1, I will write it down!

And to rule 2, I know I'm not smarter or powerful, but I know the name and blood of Jesus is!

What I learned too is that all praise and glory goes to god and we should never have those feelings from what we do, because its against god.

Thank you for prayer aswell <3

OP, I want you to read this dream I had years ago. Read it carefully and slowly (I posted it before but you need to see it as a new member here):

The dream...

Sometime during my early thirties (1984 - 1986) and years after I had formally proclaimed my acceptance of Jesus as Lord and Savior (1976 - 1977), I had a most harrowing dream. It took place one clear summer's night in the small arcadian community of Wiarton which is located along the base of Ontario's Bruce Peninsula. I was one of several guests briefly staying in the home of an aging but stalwart Christian missionary woman. She provided me with my own private sleeping area off to one side of her living room and, fortuitously, very close to the front entranceway.

And in that dream I stood in the center of an ancient dark city whose buildings were like stone tombs. Roughly cut openings that must have passed for doorways and windows revealed only a despairing blackness within. These tomblike structures were rectangular and squat and seemed in color like those familiar black and white photographs of yesteryear which turn a deep amber brown with age.

In the distance there appeared to be a small mountain out of the sides of which were cut the same tomblike designs. These mountainous tombs were tiered and looked almost like the Lycian cave burial houses of ancient Turkey. The ground that the city was built on was firm and level, and capped by a very thin layer of fine brownish gray dust. Looking skyward I could see only a velvety black arch that stared vacantly downward like a hovering bird of prey.

Almost hesitantly I began to scan the surreal visage immediately before me in more detail. I saw no trees or grasses that could have swayed discordantly in a whispering wind were even that present. A grim diffused haze had somehow endured the incessant wrestling between light and dark to cast its spectral illumination on the gloomy landscape.

Though the setting was undeniably one of abandoned desolation I could see a crowd of beings there that night. They had silently gathered together around what now, to my slowly adapting eye, appeared to be the town square. Their attention was focused on a dark figure who was already seated on a high-backed ornate throne that graced a large, wide semi-circular stepped dais immediately before me. Directly behind the throne and supported by the floor of the dais was an elaborate gothic facade of gilded decorated white plaster and gold worked tapestry, the entire assembly of which included some form of bright electrically powered illumination. This illumination was much like the reflected light that would have been given off by a horizontal row of small high-wattage incandescent spotlights situated close to the floor of a theatrical stage but facing its back wall. It was quite impressive to look at yet somehow seemed to me to be more of a hastily assembled prop than a backdrop for any real kingly throne.

The crowd of assembled beings stood mute and motionless, their clothing nothing more than worn and dirty linen sheets which had been simply and tightly wrapped around their frames. The tops of the sheets formed shrouds for their heads, completely obscuring every face in shadowy darkness. The heights of these people varied. Some may have been children although it seemed to me that most were extremely tall adults, in excess of seven to nine feet or more, and faintly manifesting an almost cadaverous stiffness.

The figure seated before me was equally as tall as any adult there but slouching, much like a lazy person would have reposed on carelessly padded upholstery. His face, like those of the rest of the entities present, was in total darkness beneath a shrouded hood. He wore a dark tailored garment of sorts that included a long black cape (possibly also providing the aforementioned hood). Embroidered on either side of the front part of his vesture were two broad vertical bands, in color a deep dark crimson red which oddly reminded me of freshly dried blood. Any other colors or markings were obscured by the ever creeping and ubiquitous shadows.

This figure was attended on both sides by a standing entourage of tall thin beings who were also wearing dark fitted clothing of some type that covered their heads. I sensed inwardly that they must have been part of the ruling council there; and the seated being was either the current local ruler or a visiting political or military dignitary from afar.

My own appearance in the dream placed me at about twelve years old. I was wearing the type of clothing that any normal male of that age might casually wear. In striking contrast to the rest of the figures present, however, my entire body especially my exposed head, face and hands, was lit up from within by a brilliant white glistering light. It was the kind of blinding bright white you always see in freshly fallen sunlit snow with its scintillating sea of diamonds that form out of refracted rays of light as they bounce off each individual crystalline snowflake.

I was standing with my left foot on the first of three cement steps that led up to the central dais where the dark being was seated, my left hand resting nervously palm-down on my raised left knee (I am left-handed). The other figures present all stood in indifferent silence as they vacantly stared at the central throne. I gazed in fear and awe at that black hole where the face of the mysterious prolocutor aught to have been.

Contemplating all that I had seen up to this point, it then dawned on me that I was the reason for tonight's macabre assembly.

As the rest of the beings behind me continued to look on, the seated figure began to lean forward in my direction. At that instant I became even more frightened and somewhat confused; I did not know if I should stand firm or take flight. In the end I did stand my ground as I prepared myself to listen intently to what he was about to say.

It was then, after what seemed like an eternal hush, that he spoke.

"Peter", he began in a slow anguished and disappointed tone, "We here are your friends!". He gestured widely with both arms as if to include everyone gathered there that night. Continuing he added, "Why are you leaving us? Haven't we always been here for you? Haven't we comforted you and provided you with everything that you ever had need of in life? We are your real family you know. We've watched out for you, protected you, even defended you in times of trouble and were your friends in times of loneliness. Please stay. Don't go!"

Suddenly while he was yet speaking, a second voice boomed from underneath his own, simultaneously speaking out of the same mouth. This new voice startled me with its powerful, sinister and threatening swell. Like a mute finally being freed from a prison of silence, it quickly rose in volume to drown out the much gentler and lower tones of the first voice.

Remarkably, however, it was as if the dark seated figure was completely oblivious to what had just occurred for he continued still on in his craftily scripted pleadings.

But I was now giving my full attention to this new undervoice, a dreaded, harshly demanding and intruding voice; and as it spoke it rasped menacingly these ominous words: "IF YOU TRY TO LEAVE US, WE'LL KILL YOU!"

There the dream abruptly ended. I awoke in a fright, sweating and flailing vainly at the mocking blackness of my small room. I rose out of bed, got partially dressed and bolted for the nearby front door. Once outside I just sat down on the steps of that still sleeping missionary woman's home to think about what had happened and what the dream could have meant. Receiving no ready answers I reluctantly returned inside and wearily climbed back into the bed where it all began, praying for the morning light to hasten its arrival and cast out the nightmarish intruders that had so disrupted my fitful sleep.

The rest of the night, however, was without further dream or incident. Strangely, none of the other guests had been awakened by my middle of the night drama.

Last Edited by SozzledBoot on 01/02/2017 03:11 PM

Hey Gavriella and thank you for your answer!

I need to include more of that stuff in my daily life.
Sometimes it just feel that, meh, I rather sit here on computer than worship.. It's sad.. Dont know is it laziness or what it is, is it the DEVIL himself holding me back from stepping towards right direction.

Warfare is the way of life! I pray for your battle too Gav!

Your own mind is your biggest demon...

i was joking, welcome here and take care of you!

Its a good thing to know that God is always there always