A comment occasioned by a recent post offers us a twofold tale of high strangeness and spiritual warfare.
I have seen demons myself. One night, after a series of bizarre dreams, I woke up to the faint sound of my mother calling for help. My mother lives far across town so I thought, “Surely that was just part of the dream I just had.” and started to lay back down when suddenly a random thought popped into my head:
“God has given you a vision of the future! Leave now and go help your mother!”
I will admit, for a second I wondered if my mother really was in danger. As I sat in my bed another thought appeared:
“God did not give you a vision of the future and that was not your mother’s voice.”
“Then who’s was it?”
“ME”
Suddenly, a large pale white face with black holes for eyes and large black lips lunged out towards my face. It started flying around the room making horrible loud noises that sounded like a distorted lion roar mixed with a swarm of bees.
As soon as it showed itself it got hard for me to breathe and my whole body started shaking as if I was having an panic attack. I remember hiding under the covers trying to mutter out “Lord have mercy”. When I finally did, a blinding white light enveloped the room and I woke up.
Demons can use any impression that’s come through our senses to tempt us. It’s child’s play for one to impress the sound of your mother’s voice, a lion’s roar, bees’ buzzing, etc. on your imagination.
As an aside, that’s also why viewing lewd images is an exceptionally bad idea.
Don’t patronize people who want to poison your soul.
Support artists who teach and entertain you.
Thanks for sharing the story!
Since that first encounter (about one year ago), I have had two other encounters. One was a pixelated shadow with two red eyes that appeared on my computer screen in between my attempts to wake up from a bad dream. The other was a cloud of thick black smoke with white sparklers for eyes that stood at the foot of my bed and kept shaking it.
Despite the horror I feel during these events (and remembering them), in hindsight they are reassuring. In my most depressed moments I feel as though I am totally worthless. If that were true however, these demons would have no reason to attack me.
I thank the Lord for protecting me from these evil spirits and for putting me on the path towards Him.
There must be a correlation between a disciple’s usefulness and the intensity of an attack.
I met an evangelical who, when he was young, sighted dark creatures atop a building in a major city—and as far as he knows, they weren’t stone gargoyles in the shade. I also met a non-evangelical (yet also “low church”) Protestant who had some family who involved itself with the occult, so though he never saw a demon, he was exposed to evil presences—as well as the occasional black cat that said relatives would send to his driveway. He recounted a time that he and his wife were moving out of an old home when an unexplainable force slapped a picture across an upstairs room. He and his wife went upstairs and saw it for themselves after they heard it from the downstairs, and he explained to his wife that it was a demon. He said, “He slapped that picture, because he couldn’t mess with me directly.” He is certain of his salvation, like many Protestants, and he claims no fear of Satan’s lackeys.
Meanwhile, a Catholic friend was assaulted by a demon that stirred the weather and even scared away the birds outside; the demon then accosted him in his bedroom with a loud sound that was similar to the one that Dweller heard. He naturally only banished it through prayer.
I was attacked when I was an agnostic nihilist. It ended up backfiring really badly for my attacker because he completely misjudged the Lord’s grace and how I would react to it.
I don’t think the devil knows who is particularly useful, because he can’t know God’s ultimate plans. He just goes for whoever he can however he can get in there because anybody might be the next saint that will give the Lord what he desires. The devil might even push them there himself, by accident of course.
He simply adapts to how people grow in holiness in order to find new avenues of assault. Which means you always have to keep on your toes.
Perhaps you should stop consuming manga boobies. It’s not about whether or not you, JD Cowan, find them attractive; it’s that Satan probably does, and you don’t want the demons to oogle them over your shoulder.