A testimony of demonic oppression

[Lenoralana]

I just thought I'd try talking about this here, because... I feel this might be one of the few places I can talk about it without people automatically assuming I'm crazy or that I'm making it up. (Seriously... there are some ways in which I'm actually astonished and disappointed that even some Christians in this day and age don't believe in the existence of demons, or even if they do, they're kinda sometimes like "I don't think demons do that much in our daily lives.")

So.. I'm not entirely sure, but I think I can safely say that, for almost as long as I can remember... something out there has always followed me around and had an interest in me, even when I was a kid. When I was 20, something happened one night while I was sleeping where it felt like something ominous finally decided to make its move, trying to come into me and take over. It was so hard and oppressive that I cried out to God and begged Him to keep it out and make it stop. And... it sorta did, at least it went no further, but... little did I realize that it wasn't fully gone.

Another really strange thing that happened was... a few nights after that incident, (particularly while I was still being wishy-washy in some ways about whether or not I wanted Jesus in my life or heart) is.... there was actually a moment where I felt a similar encounter with God Himself, or perhaps the Holy Spirit directly. It basically felt like, even though there was NOTHING tangible in the room, nothing physical actually touching me... there was a tremendous pressure on me. It was like God wanted me to tell Him there and then, if I really wanted Him in my life, or to tell Him no for good. I didn't want to tell Him no for good, so in some ways... I succumbed to whatever that was, and stopped resisting Him. (Maybe He was also trying to protect me from something... and/or just wanted a definite answer, I dunno.)

But anyway.... even after that, for a very long time... I still always felt like there was something on me. It ALWAYS felt like there was something just behind my right shoulder, always there. I would always feel it, and there were countless times when I would SWEAR I saw something there out of the corner of my eye, but whenever I turned to look there was nothing. But it was always the same spot.

I'm... I can't really say (especially since some of my memories are a bit fuzzy now) if I felt like the presence was making me do anything or influencing me in any way... I can't really say. Buuut...

Sometime when I was 28 or 29, I started talking to a Christian friend about this, and she told me that she'd had a similar experience where she'd had a demon in her, and with the help of a friend they got it to leave. And when it did, it felt like a heavy pessure in her chest lifted out of her. I told her that even if there was a demon in me, I thought I couldn't do anything about it because I thought God commanded you to do nothing with demons, not even talk to them, because it could lead to trouble. She said it was okay to speak to them with authority because it's your body, and you can speak in the name of Jesus.

My friend told me what to say, to tell it in the name of Jesus to get out and go wherever God told it to go. She sensed some hesitency in me, so she told me firmly to DO it, so I said the words. It did feel like something left me, and I haven't seen or felt that presence near my right shoulder ever since.

What was more interesting was that I DID feel lighter after it happened, and even my mom said that I seemed different after that, even if I never told her about the incident or why I was different.

But then... I dunno, it also seemed in some ways that... maybe the devil wasn't ready to give up the game even after that (is he ever?) because... that is also when I started fighting a lot more with some of my Christian friends and even becoming more and more disappointed with them. Maybe part of it was on me because I still wasn't strong in my faith, but... it was also during a time where THEY kept making mistakes and doing things that made me doubt my faith and anything that was going on, too.

One Christian friend made me feel a bit foolish when I tried to talk to her about what happened, asking me in an almost patronizing way "Why do you think you were demon-oppressed?" and didn't even believe anything I told her... even though, just a few years prior, she WOULD have believed it.

Another Christian friend just went completely ballistic in some ways (this was right around the time when gay marriage was first made legal) and basically started talking like he hoped God would make the rapture happen soon and burn this country to the ground. When I tried talking to him about the demon incident, he said that there were no demons in existence except for one person in particular who'd really hurt me.

Yet another Christian friend who I used to be kinda able to talk to ended up leaving the faith, once he began working with a bunch of loud-mouthed and obnoxious men... and started believing more in a form of universalism and picked up some questionable habits. He, too, drifted away.

And another Christian friend ended up making me angry because, even though we had originally established that I wasn't going to do certain things in my life and she had originally understood my reasons for not pursuing certain paths... she apparently forgot my reasons, or just didn't care anymore, because out of the blue she began to pressure me into going in a direction I thought she had once understood I couldn't go because it wasn't for me and it wasn't what God willed for me.

And... thus, after getting rid of a demonic oppression or influence... I ended up pretty much hating all of my Christian friends and thinking and feeling like anybody atheist/liberal was the way to go instead. Only... that ended up making things worse, I think, because I started to hate God more and more and resent the idea that Hell exists, and maybe even began to believe that... perhaps, just perhaps, Hell didn't actually exist at all.

I dunno. Maybe the devil planned all this, because he wasn't happy that I gotten rid of the demon so he upped the ante. And... it worked, at least for a while.

I guess... I was wondering what you guys think of all this, and... if you have anything you'd like to share on the topic. ^^;

 

[Runningman]

I just thought I'd try talking about this here, because... I feel this might be one of the few places I can talk about it without people automatically assuming I'm crazy or that I'm making it up. (Seriously... there are some ways in which I'm actually astonished and disappointed that even some Christians in this day and age don't believe in the existence of demons, or even if they do, they're kinda sometimes like "I don't think demons do that much in our daily lives.")

So.. I'm not entirely sure, but I think I can safely say that, for almost as long as I can remember... something out there has always followed me around and had an interest in me, even when I was a kid. When I was 20, something happened one night while I was sleeping where it felt like something ominous finally decided to make its move, trying to come into me and take over. It was so hard and oppressive that I cried out to God and begged Him to keep it out and make it stop. And... it sorta did, at least it went no further, but... little did I realize that it wasn't fully gone.

Another really strange thing that happened was... a few nights after that incident, (particularly while I was still being wishy-washy in some ways about whether or not I wanted Jesus in my life or heart) is.... there was actually a moment where I felt a similar encounter with God Himself, or perhaps the Holy Spirit directly. It basically felt like, even though there was NOTHING tangible in the room, nothing physical actually touching me... there was a tremendous pressure on me. It was like God wanted me to tell Him there and then, if I really wanted Him in my life, or to tell Him no for good. I didn't want to tell Him no for good, so in some ways... I succumbed to whatever that was, and stopped resisting Him. (Maybe He was also trying to protect me from something... and/or just wanted a definite answer, I dunno.)

But anyway.... even after that, for a very long time... I still always felt like there was something on me. It ALWAYS felt like there was something just behind my right shoulder, always there. I would always feel it, and there were countless times when I would SWEAR I saw something there out of the corner of my eye, but whenever I turned to look there was nothing. But it was always the same spot.

I'm... I can't really say (especially since some of my memories are a bit fuzzy now) if I felt like the presence was making me do anything or influencing me in any way... I can't really say. Buuut...

Sometime when I was 28 or 29, I started talking to a Christian friend about this, and she told me that she'd had a similar experience where she'd had a demon in her, and with the help of a friend they got it to leave. And when it did, it felt like a heavy pessure in her chest lifted out of her. I told her that even if there was a demon in me, I thought I couldn't do anything about it because I thought God commanded you to do nothing with demons, not even talk to them, because it could lead to trouble. She said it was okay to speak to them with authority because it's your body, and you can speak in the name of Jesus.

My friend told me what to say, to tell it in the name of Jesus to get out and go wherever God told it to go. She sensed some hesitency in me, so she told me firmly to DO it, so I said the words. It did feel like something left me, and I haven't seen or felt that presence near my right shoulder ever since.

What was more interesting was that I DID feel lighter after it happened, and even my mom said that I seemed different after that, even if I never told her about the incident or why I was different.

But then... I dunno, it also seemed in some ways that... maybe the devil wasn't ready to give up the game even after that (is he ever?) because... that is also when I started fighting a lot more with some of my Christian friends and even becoming more and more disappointed with them. Maybe part of it was on me because I still wasn't strong in my faith, but... it was also during a time where THEY kept making mistakes and doing things that made me doubt my faith and anything that was going on, too.

One Christian friend made me feel a bit foolish when I tried to talk to her about what happened, asking me in an almost patronizing way "Why do you think you were demon-oppressed?" and didn't even believe anything I told her... even though, just a few years prior, she WOULD have believed it.

Another Christian friend just went completely ballistic in some ways (this was right around the time when gay marriage was first made legal) and basically started talking like he hoped God would make the rapture happen soon and burn this country to the ground. When I tried talking to him about the demon incident, he said that there were no demons in existence except for one person in particular who'd really hurt me.

Yet another Christian friend who I used to be kinda able to talk to ended up leaving the faith, once he began working with a bunch of loud-mouthed and obnoxious men... and started believing more in a form of universalism and picked up some questionable habits. He, too, drifted away.

And another Christian friend ended up making me angry because, even though we had originally established that I wasn't going to do certain things in my life and she had originally understood my reasons for not pursuing certain paths... she apparently forgot my reasons, or just didn't care anymore, because out of the blue she began to pressure me into going in a direction I thought she had once understood I couldn't go because it wasn't for me and it wasn't what God willed for me.

And... thus, after getting rid of a demonic oppression or influence... I ended up pretty much hating all of my Christian friends and thinking and feeling like anybody atheist/liberal was the way to go instead. Only... that ended up making things worse, I think, because I started to hate God more and more and resent the idea that Hell exists, and maybe even began to believe that... perhaps, just perhaps, Hell didn't actually exist at all.

I dunno. Maybe the devil planned all this, because he wasn't happy that I gotten rid of the demon so he upped the ante. And... it worked, at least for a while.

I guess... I was wondering what you guys think of all this, and... if you have anything you'd like to share on the topic. ^^;

Demonic oppression and demonic possession are two different things. There are no examples of Christians being literally possessed, but Christians can be oppressed. I know you know this, but I just wanted to say so anyway.

Peter tells those who are in the faith (believers in Christ) to resist the devil who is actively seeking people to afflict (or oppress).

Be sober, be vigilant, be aware of the wiles (schemes) of the devil.

1 Peter 5:8-9
8Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:
9Whom resist stedfast in the faith, knowing that the same afflictions are accomplished in your brethren that are in the world.

Ephesians 6:11-12
11Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.
12For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

So I recommend for you a study about the Armor of God. I think it'll help a lot.

At your service,
Brother Runningman

 

[MoonCresta]

I just thought I'd try talking about this here, because... I feel this might be one of the few places I can talk about it without people automatically assuming I'm crazy or that I'm making it up. (Seriously... there are some ways in which I'm actually astonished and disappointed that even some Christians in this day and age don't believe in the existence of demons, or even if they do, they're kinda sometimes like "I don't think demons do that much in our daily lives.")

So.. I'm not entirely sure, but I think I can safely say that, for almost as long as I can remember... something out there has always followed me around and had an interest in me, even when I was a kid. When I was 20, something happened one night while I was sleeping where it felt like something ominous finally decided to make its move, trying to come into me and take over. It was so hard and oppressive that I cried out to God and begged Him to keep it out and make it stop. And... it sorta did, at least it went no further, but... little did I realize that it wasn't fully gone.

Another really strange thing that happened was... a few nights after that incident, (particularly while I was still being wishy-washy in some ways about whether or not I wanted Jesus in my life or heart) is.... there was actually a moment where I felt a similar encounter with God Himself, or perhaps the Holy Spirit directly. It basically felt like, even though there was NOTHING tangible in the room, nothing physical actually touching me... there was a tremendous pressure on me. It was like God wanted me to tell Him there and then, if I really wanted Him in my life, or to tell Him no for good. I didn't want to tell Him no for good, so in some ways... I succumbed to whatever that was, and stopped resisting Him. (Maybe He was also trying to protect me from something... and/or just wanted a definite answer, I dunno.)

But anyway.... even after that, for a very long time... I still always felt like there was something on me. It ALWAYS felt like there was something just behind my right shoulder, always there. I would always feel it, and there were countless times when I would SWEAR I saw something there out of the corner of my eye, but whenever I turned to look there was nothing. But it was always the same spot.

I'm... I can't really say (especially since some of my memories are a bit fuzzy now) if I felt like the presence was making me do anything or influencing me in any way... I can't really say. Buuut...

Sometime when I was 28 or 29, I started talking to a Christian friend about this, and she told me that she'd had a similar experience where she'd had a demon in her, and with the help of a friend they got it to leave. And when it did, it felt like a heavy pessure in her chest lifted out of her. I told her that even if there was a demon in me, I thought I couldn't do anything about it because I thought God commanded you to do nothing with demons, not even talk to them, because it could lead to trouble. She said it was okay to speak to them with authority because it's your body, and you can speak in the name of Jesus.

My friend told me what to say, to tell it in the name of Jesus to get out and go wherever God told it to go. She sensed some hesitency in me, so she told me firmly to DO it, so I said the words. It did feel like something left me, and I haven't seen or felt that presence near my right shoulder ever since.

What was more interesting was that I DID feel lighter after it happened, and even my mom said that I seemed different after that, even if I never told her about the incident or why I was different.

But then... I dunno, it also seemed in some ways that... maybe the devil wasn't ready to give up the game even after that (is he ever?) because... that is also when I started fighting a lot more with some of my Christian friends and even becoming more and more disappointed with them. Maybe part of it was on me because I still wasn't strong in my faith, but... it was also during a time where THEY kept making mistakes and doing things that made me doubt my faith and anything that was going on, too.

One Christian friend made me feel a bit foolish when I tried to talk to her about what happened, asking me in an almost patronizing way "Why do you think you were demon-oppressed?" and didn't even believe anything I told her... even though, just a few years prior, she WOULD have believed it.

Another Christian friend just went completely ballistic in some ways (this was right around the time when gay marriage was first made legal) and basically started talking like he hoped God would make the rapture happen soon and burn this country to the ground. When I tried talking to him about the demon incident, he said that there were no demons in existence except for one person in particular who'd really hurt me.

Yet another Christian friend who I used to be kinda able to talk to ended up leaving the faith, once he began working with a bunch of loud-mouthed and obnoxious men... and started believing more in a form of universalism and picked up some questionable habits. He, too, drifted away.

And another Christian friend ended up making me angry because, even though we had originally established that I wasn't going to do certain things in my life and she had originally understood my reasons for not pursuing certain paths... she apparently forgot my reasons, or just didn't care anymore, because out of the blue she began to pressure me into going in a direction I thought she had once understood I couldn't go because it wasn't for me and it wasn't what God willed for me.

And... thus, after getting rid of a demonic oppression or influence... I ended up pretty much hating all of my Christian friends and thinking and feeling like anybody atheist/liberal was the way to go instead. Only... that ended up making things worse, I think, because I started to hate God more and more and resent the idea that Hell exists, and maybe even began to believe that... perhaps, just perhaps, Hell didn't actually exist at all.

I dunno. Maybe the devil planned all this, because he wasn't happy that I gotten rid of the demon so he upped the ante. And... it worked, at least for a while.

I guess... I was wondering what you guys think of all this, and... if you have anything you'd like to share on the topic. ^^;

Lenoralana - Hey, I can understand what you're saying. One time in my early twenties, I had a dream that was so real - I swear Satan was standing at the end of my bed - I was so frightened when I woke up, I didn't dare move for an hour or so. It was so long ago, I didn't even remember it until I read your post. But you're right - Satan roams to and fro seeking whom he may devour, and I believe that a person can be filled with a demon. God bless you, and you're right - he 'never gives up the game'.

 

[Lenoralana]

The key thing that scares me in retrospect is that... well, just to be clear, this isn't an issue anymore because I'd say my dad learned the error of his ways and doesn't talk or even seem to THINK like this anymore, buuuut....

15 years ago or so, my dad basically went through a phase in his life when where it's almost like.... well, to be fair, he was struggling with depression and other issues... not to mention a certain amount of hopelessness, feeling trapped, feeling disappointed in God for not giving him the life he thought he'd have.. a lot of things came crashing down on him all at once when he reached middle-age.

But during that period of time... he kept saying things that... when I look back, I find kind of odd now and might even consider dangerous. Bear in mind, he was/is a computer programmer and has always been fairly good with technology (having the ability to take a computer apart and put it back together again) soooo... maybe during some of his bad phases, he somehow... substituted some of what he did/does with technology into... other things, I dunno.

Point being... some of the crazy things he said back during that time were that he had this theory about demons, that there was a certain hierarchy and command structure that they had to obey no matter what, and thus they were locked into place under Satan... but that there could be certain command phrases that they didn't want us to know because, if we knew them, we might be able to harness the power of a demon and they'd have to do what we want no matter what.

To some extent... it makes me wonder if THAT might actually be part of the reason why there was some demonic oppression going on in our household. I did hear somewhere once that if someone dabbles in it just a bit (I don't know if he was or not... but I do think he did read some things sometimes maybe he shouldn't have been reading or shouldn't have allowed to influence himself), orrr... I also heard there can be cases where if someone is committing sin in the household, that can also bring demonic oppression (Dad was also a porn addict for a while...)

Thing is.... I'm not really sure what to think of the "full armor of God" or how that even works exactly, and... I'm not sure if I'm still tip-toeing around anything occultic because I still have a mild fascination with whatever happened to me and how this stuff works (plus... I still have feelings for an atheist who doesn't even believe in the existence of demons) buuut... I dunno.

 

[Ahwatukee]

I just thought I'd try talking about this here, because... I feel this might be one of the few places I can talk about it without people automatically assuming I'm crazy or that I'm making it up. (Seriously... there are some ways in which I'm actually astonished and disappointed that even some Christians in this day and age don't believe in the existence of demons, or even if they do, they're kinda sometimes like "I don't think demons do that much in our daily lives.")

I guess... I was wondering what you guys think of all this, and... if you have anything you'd like to share on the topic. ^^;

Hello Lorenalana,

First of all, according to scripture there is no doubt that demons exist, also referred to as unclean or evil spirits. Prior to the creation of mankind, a third of the angels rebelled against God and followed Satan and in doing so sealed their fate in the lake of fire, which was created for them. And any human being who rejects Christ and willfully lives according to the sinful nature and dies in that state, will also joint them there. These demons who rebelled are mentioned in Revelation 12:4 symbolically as 'stars' and revealed as being Satan's 'angels' in verse 9. Any Christian who doubts their existence is blind, not understanding who our enemy is and is just not believing in the word of God, period.

During the Lord's ministry on earth, we have plenty of examples of Him cast demons out of people who were possessed. And those are just the instances that are written about in scripture. I'm sure that there are many more cases that were not written about. The proof is overwhelming!

We have one example of demon possession in scripture that is just unimaginable! When Jesus came to the shores of Gadara in Galilee, He was met by a man who was possessed by demons collectively called 'Legion' which would be over 6000 demons! Maybe you read the story in Luke 8:26-39? This man was so strong because of the demons residing in him, that he broke the chains that were put on him and no one could overpower him. These demons begged Jesus not to send them into the Abyss, but asked if they could enter into the 2000 pigs that were near by. That would have to be at least two demons per pig.

We also have an example where there were seven sons of Sceva, who were the sons of a Jewish priest in Ephesus, who were going around and casting out demons saying "in the name of Jesus whom Paul preaches, to come out." The words "whom Paul preaches" would indicate that Jesus was not their Lord, which meant that they themselves were open to attack. The demon responded with "Jesus I know, and Paul I know about, but who are you?" This demon then proceeded to beat the seven so badly that they ran out of the house naked and bleeding.

We also have scripture stating that seven demons were cast out of Mary Magdalene, who was the first person that Jesus revealed himself to early in the morning after His resurrection.

There was a lot of demon possession during those days and that most likely because of the practice of magic arts, for one. In the book of Acts we read that in Ephesus, many who turned to the Lord brought their books of magic and burned them publicly, the price of which added up to about fifty thousand drachmas, where a single drachma was about a days wages. Involvement in practicing magic, as well as other things, opens the door for demon oppression and possession.

Now all of that said, for the true believe in Christ, they cannot be possessed by a demon, because when they believed, the Holy Spirit took up residency in them.

I started to hate God more and more and resent the idea that Hell exists, and maybe even began to believe that... perhaps, just perhaps, Hell didn't actually exist at all.

Hell/Gehenna, the lake of fire, everlasting fire and also called the second death, was created for Satan and his angels. Jesus spoke a lot about this place in scripture. When Jesus returns to the earth to end the age, the beast and the false prophet will be thrown alive into the lake of fire and is where Satan and his angels will also be cast into for all eternity:

"But the beast was captured, and with it the false prophet who had performed the signs on its behalf. With these signs he had deluded those who had received the mark of the beast and worshiped its image. The two of them were thrown alive into the fiery lake of burning sulfur."

"And the devil, who deceived them, was thrown into the lake of burning sulfur, where the beast and the false prophet had been thrown. They will be tormented day and night for ever and ever."

The lake of fire is the punishment for sin against God Almighty. For after king David had committed adultery, deception and eventually murder against Uriah, he proclaimed to God "against you alone have I sinned." So, all sin that is committed is against God, with the punishment for this being eternal separation from God and punishment in the lake of fire.

The good news is that you can be worry free regarding the lake of fire by believing that Jesus shed His blood for in payment for your sins. For it is written, "There is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus." Therefore, if you have not yet committed your life to Him, you can do so by confessing your belief in Him and repentance of the sinful nature. If you belong to Christ, you don't have to worry about demon possession, because the Holy Spirit will be dwelling within you, if He is not already. If you haven't confessed the Lord, you can do it wherever you are. If you already have, but have wandered away, then confess it to Him and His word says that He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and will cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

We will all pray for you regarding this issue.

 

[MoonCresta]

I think you're right on with the dabbling, as well. My mother never allowed a Ouiji Board in our house, and I would never keep a R or X movie in my house. Satan, I think does enter by these means. Heck, right now, I've got God dealing with me about a couple of DVD sets I've got here, and I probably should get rid of (Married with Children, etc). Great shows, but if Jesus knocked on my front door, I'd probably throw them out the back door in embarrassment.

 

[Lenoralana]

That is an interesting way to look at things... and something I have rarely/never thought about for a long time. If Jesus were to come and knock on the front door and maybe even ask to look around... what would be here? What would He see?

I.... might need to think more carefully about this a while myself.

 

[CS1]

I just thought I'd try talking about this here, because... I feel this might be one of the few places I can talk about it without people automatically assuming I'm crazy or that I'm making it up. (Seriously... there are some ways in which I'm actually astonished and disappointed that even some Christians in this day and age don't believe in the existence of demons, or even if they do, they're kinda sometimes like "I don't think demons do that much in our daily lives.")

So.. I'm not entirely sure, but I think I can safely say that, for almost as long as I can remember... something out there has always followed me around and had an interest in me, even when I was a kid. When I was 20, something happened one night while I was sleeping where it felt like something ominous finally decided to make its move, trying to come into me and take over. It was so hard and oppressive that I cried out to God and begged Him to keep it out and make it stop. And... it sorta did, at least it went no further, but... little did I realize that it wasn't fully gone.

Another really strange thing that happened was... a few nights after that incident, (particularly while I was still being wishy-washy in some ways about whether or not I wanted Jesus in my life or heart) is.... there was actually a moment where I felt a similar encounter with God Himself, or perhaps the Holy Spirit directly. It basically felt like, even though there was NOTHING tangible in the room, nothing physical actually touching me... there was a tremendous pressure on me. It was like God wanted me to tell Him there and then, if I really wanted Him in my life, or to tell Him no for good. I didn't want to tell Him no for good, so in some ways... I succumbed to whatever that was, and stopped resisting Him. (Maybe He was also trying to protect me from something... and/or just wanted a definite answer, I dunno.)

But anyway.... even after that, for a very long time... I still always felt like there was something on me. It ALWAYS felt like there was something just behind my right shoulder, always there. I would always feel it, and there were countless times when I would SWEAR I saw something there out of the corner of my eye, but whenever I turned to look there was nothing. But it was always the same spot.

I'm... I can't really say (especially since some of my memories are a bit fuzzy now) if I felt like the presence was making me do anything or influencing me in any way... I can't really say. Buuut...

Sometime when I was 28 or 29, I started talking to a Christian friend about this, and she told me that she'd had a similar experience where she'd had a demon in her, and with the help of a friend they got it to leave. And when it did, it felt like a heavy pessure in her chest lifted out of her. I told her that even if there was a demon in me, I thought I couldn't do anything about it because I thought God commanded you to do nothing with demons, not even talk to them, because it could lead to trouble. She said it was okay to speak to them with authority because it's your body, and you can speak in the name of Jesus.

My friend told me what to say, to tell it in the name of Jesus to get out and go wherever God told it to go. She sensed some hesitency in me, so she told me firmly to DO it, so I said the words. It did feel like something left me, and I haven't seen or felt that presence near my right shoulder ever since.

What was more interesting was that I DID feel lighter after it happened, and even my mom said that I seemed different after that, even if I never told her about the incident or why I was different.

But then... I dunno, it also seemed in some ways that... maybe the devil wasn't ready to give up the game even after that (is he ever?) because... that is also when I started fighting a lot more with some of my Christian friends and even becoming more and more disappointed with them. Maybe part of it was on me because I still wasn't strong in my faith, but... it was also during a time where THEY kept making mistakes and doing things that made me doubt my faith and anything that was going on, too.

One Christian friend made me feel a bit foolish when I tried to talk to her about what happened, asking me in an almost patronizing way "Why do you think you were demon-oppressed?" and didn't even believe anything I told her... even though, just a few years prior, she WOULD have believed it.

Another Christian friend just went completely ballistic in some ways (this was right around the time when gay marriage was first made legal) and basically started talking like he hoped God would make the rapture happen soon and burn this country to the ground. When I tried talking to him about the demon incident, he said that there were no demons in existence except for one person in particular who'd really hurt me.

Yet another Christian friend who I used to be kinda able to talk to ended up leaving the faith, once he began working with a bunch of loud-mouthed and obnoxious men... and started believing more in a form of universalism and picked up some questionable habits. He, too, drifted away.

And another Christian friend ended up making me angry because, even though we had originally established that I wasn't going to do certain things in my life and she had originally understood my reasons for not pursuing certain paths... she apparently forgot my reasons, or just didn't care anymore, because out of the blue she began to pressure me into going in a direction I thought she had once understood I couldn't go because it wasn't for me and it wasn't what God willed for me.

And... thus, after getting rid of a demonic oppression or influence... I ended up pretty much hating all of my Christian friends and thinking and feeling like anybody atheist/liberal was the way to go instead. Only... that ended up making things worse, I think, because I started to hate God more and more and resent the idea that Hell exists, and maybe even began to believe that... perhaps, just perhaps, Hell didn't actually exist at all.

I dunno. Maybe the devil planned all this, because he wasn't happy that I gotten rid of the demon so he upped the ante. And... it worked, at least for a while.

I guess... I was wondering what you guys think of all this, and... if you have anything you'd like to share on the topic. ^^;

I guess the important thing is I see in your thread you constantly say

"another Christian". But I do not see where you have become one.
demons are real we know that because the word of God tells us so, yet, Christians those who have place their faith in the Lord Jesus Christ's death, burial, and resurrection DO NOT HAVE DEMONS.

That being said every person who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved, at that time yet may not have a relationship. God can save a person from Harm who call on them yet they can still be lost.

How so? Well, for one many people God has healed in the word of God, Jesus fed the many, healed 10 lepers yet only one came back.

Jesus can remove the demon from your house that is pressing you yet, IF you do not come to the saving knowledge of the Lord they can come back Jesus said, and bring seven more evil than the last.

One must surrender to Jesus and receive HIM as Lord. Not take one moment of help from God then go back and dabble with devils.

Secondly, demons are very deceptive and appeal to your flesh so it feels good until their real nature overtakes them. many people are actually drawn to them by the experience and power they can receive from them in the short term.

A demon has only three objectives 1. to deceive you, 2. to possess you, and 3. To kill you.


You need Jesus. You need to repent of using the occult and devil worship.

 

[Kayjay_oregon]

I just thought I'd try talking about this here, because... I feel this might be one of the few places I can talk about it without people automatically assuming I'm crazy or that I'm making it up. (Seriously... there are some ways in which I'm actually astonished and disappointed that even some Christians in this day and age don't believe in the existence of demons, or even if they do, they're kinda sometimes like "I don't think demons do that much in our daily lives.")

So.. I'm not entirely sure, but I think I can safely say that, for almost as long as I can remember... something out there has always followed me around and had an interest in me, even when I was a kid. When I was 20, something happened one night while I was sleeping where it felt like something ominous finally decided to make its move, trying to come into me and take over. It was so hard and oppressive that I cried out to God and begged Him to keep it out and make it stop. And... it sorta did, at least it went no further, but... little did I realize that it wasn't fully gone.

Another really strange thing that happened was... a few nights after that incident, (particularly while I was still being wishy-washy in some ways about whether or not I wanted Jesus in my life or heart) is.... there was actually a moment where I felt a similar encounter with God Himself, or perhaps the Holy Spirit directly. It basically felt like, even though there was NOTHING tangible in the room, nothing physical actually touching me... there was a tremendous pressure on me. It was like God wanted me to tell Him there and then, if I really wanted Him in my life, or to tell Him no for good. I didn't want to tell Him no for good, so in some ways... I succumbed to whatever that was, and stopped resisting Him. (Maybe He was also trying to protect me from something... and/or just wanted a definite answer, I dunno.)

But anyway.... even after that, for a very long time... I still always felt like there was something on me. It ALWAYS felt like there was something just behind my right shoulder, always there. I would always feel it, and there were countless times when I would SWEAR I saw something there out of the corner of my eye, but whenever I turned to look there was nothing. But it was always the same spot.

I'm... I can't really say (especially since some of my memories are a bit fuzzy now) if I felt like the presence was making me do anything or influencing me in any way... I can't really say. Buuut...

Sometime when I was 28 or 29, I started talking to a Christian friend about this, and she told me that she'd had a similar experience where she'd had a demon in her, and with the help of a friend they got it to leave. And when it did, it felt like a heavy pessure in her chest lifted out of her. I told her that even if there was a demon in me, I thought I couldn't do anything about it because I thought God commanded you to do nothing with demons, not even talk to them, because it could lead to trouble. She said it was okay to speak to them with authority because it's your body, and you can speak in the name of Jesus.

My friend told me what to say, to tell it in the name of Jesus to get out and go wherever God told it to go. She sensed some hesitency in me, so she told me firmly to DO it, so I said the words. It did feel like something left me, and I haven't seen or felt that presence near my right shoulder ever since.

What was more interesting was that I DID feel lighter after it happened, and even my mom said that I seemed different after that, even if I never told her about the incident or why I was different.

But then... I dunno, it also seemed in some ways that... maybe the devil wasn't ready to give up the game even after that (is he ever?) because... that is also when I started fighting a lot more with some of my Christian friends and even becoming more and more disappointed with them. Maybe part of it was on me because I still wasn't strong in my faith, but... it was also during a time where THEY kept making mistakes and doing things that made me doubt my faith and anything that was going on, too.

One Christian friend made me feel a bit foolish when I tried to talk to her about what happened, asking me in an almost patronizing way "Why do you think you were demon-oppressed?" and didn't even believe anything I told her... even though, just a few years prior, she WOULD have believed it.

Another Christian friend just went completely ballistic in some ways (this was right around the time when gay marriage was first made legal) and basically started talking like he hoped God would make the rapture happen soon and burn this country to the ground. When I tried talking to him about the demon incident, he said that there were no demons in existence except for one person in particular who'd really hurt me.

Yet another Christian friend who I used to be kinda able to talk to ended up leaving the faith, once he began working with a bunch of loud-mouthed and obnoxious men... and started believing more in a form of universalism and picked up some questionable habits. He, too, drifted away.

And another Christian friend ended up making me angry because, even though we had originally established that I wasn't going to do certain things in my life and she had originally understood my reasons for not pursuing certain paths... she apparently forgot my reasons, or just didn't care anymore, because out of the blue she began to pressure me into going in a direction I thought she had once understood I couldn't go because it wasn't for me and it wasn't what God willed for me.

And... thus, after getting rid of a demonic oppression or influence... I ended up pretty much hating all of my Christian friends and thinking and feeling like anybody atheist/liberal was the way to go instead. Only... that ended up making things worse, I think, because I started to hate God more and more and resent the idea that Hell exists, and maybe even began to believe that... perhaps, just perhaps, Hell didn't actually exist at all.

I dunno. Maybe the devil planned all this, because he wasn't happy that I gotten rid of the demon so he upped the ante. And... it worked, at least for a while.

I guess... I was wondering what you guys think of all this, and... if you have anything you'd like to share on the topic. ^^;

Lenoralana I commend you for taking a risk and sharing. Lol I had to dump all my former Christian friends since they REFUSED to believe ALL the Bible is true. Jesus Christ said He is the Word; He said anyone who believes in Him shall be saved. If one does not believe the Word, they are denying Jesus Christ and are NoT saved.

Praise God you were aware and took care of it. The name of Jesus is very powerful and even the demons shudder at His name. We as Christians have His power to use in spiritual warfare but only thru Him. This is one of the perks for being saved!

That power is found by reading the Word, then asking Him to help you get it done. Humans have no power against the enemy without the covering of Jesus Christ.
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Read your Bible every day, and you will find yourself growing like you never thought possible. Make Jesus your best friend; you won’t be sorry you did.

 

[Jaz01]

I believe demons are real! I had an encounter with one when I was a kid, only that I had no control over the control of it and did not know what I had let into my Life, however I can say is that , regardless if they are ghosts, entities , they certainly - do come as a angel of light! some people can sense or even see them Like I did! I used to speak to the spirit and but when I started getting worse because after traumas happen and when you get no help you start thinking suicidal and negatively about people. They certainly make you do nasty things! even tp the point you cannot control! when it becomes too out of control that is when you start requiring help. When it got to a point where I required help, that's when my parents took us into church, and I started to learn about God and about the principalities and how to understand the truth about Jesus and the lies satan says! and how to expell of satan.

When I expelled of satan, I felt relieved and light! though once he was gone, He came back with more evil spirits! that tried to enter in my life, not only enter in my life! but wanted to hurt me and I couldn't allow that to happen.

 

[dmeadows]

There is power in the name of Jesus!
I opened many doors to the enemy as a teen and even attempted suicide at age 15. At 25 I came to Christ and one night while at a Bible study I felt a heavy sense of dread and fear. I don’t think the enemy was ready to let me go. While he didn’t possess me because I belonged to Jesus, I believe he tried to oppress me. My friends laid hands on me and prayed.. I never felt that way again.
What I have experienced (I think every believer does) since then in my walk have been those fiery darts mentioned in the Bible, especially when I make any attempts to draw closer to God or share truth with others. Satan knows he cannot have me now but that doesn’t stop him from trying to discourage and distract me from God’s purpose in my life. So regardless of what people say, we have a very real enemy that wants to kill, steal and destroy whatever he can of God’s creation. We stand in the way of that and he doesn’t like it. People, even some Christians, don’t want to fully submit to God and believe in hell because when they do they would have to be responsible and accountable for their life decisions.