Hey guys, thought I’d start my first thread.
I had my very first spontaneous demonic manifestation when I was 15 years old.
I was drifting off to sleep ever so gracefully, when all of the sudden my body became completely paralysed and humming with intense vibrations. Demonic enns being chanted aggressively in my ears by what sounded like a thousand different voices in escalating waves evil. I was so fucking terrified, so I called out to Jesus and God like any good Christian boy would do, asking them to protect me and get rid of what ever was in my presence…Nothing. Fucking nothing, just louder and louder enns for me, no help or assistance.
By then I was able to open my eyes to see what the fuck was going on. Immediately as my eyes opened, they were drawn to this entity that stood around 5’6" with a very basic looking thin body. He had no facial features whatsoever and his skin looked like it was covered in scorched warts. As soon as my eyes locked onto this entity, the voices subsided. Silence. I would never have thought silence could be so fucking insane!Now I was even more terrified, still to this day I had never felt that much fear, so I cried out to Jesus and God one more time in a final bid for deliverance. Nothing…again. It was at that point when I truly felt forsaken that I stopped fearing and felt somewhat liberated in a fairly fucked up situation. Weird huh? Riding upon this wave of fearlessness I thought to myself “I’m fucked either way so I might as well try to get a good hit in before he skull fucks me”. Just after that thought coursed its way through my brain, I was able to move my body. I got up gingerly and threw the most piss weak punch at him…and missed, went off the end of my bed and fell face first into the carpet. After crashing into the carpet, I snapped back into my body (I had no idea at the time I was outside of my body, it felt too real to be anything but) and the entity had vanished in the blink of an eye.
All in all a relaxing laid back experience. This experience had a profound impact on me that had changed the course of my life. It opened my eyes and I began questioning my faith. From there I shed the fear, shame and helplessness that religion propagates and eventually put me on the path of self discovery (that part sounded really cheesy. Get your tampons ready:P). Now here I am.
Anyone else have an experience like this? I’d like to hear some other anecdotes.