AND I had a bad experience about 4 years ago. But I think I may have taken something with me when I went to that country where they worship demons (praying and making offerings to them so they don't bother them). I visited old places where there were many hotels where God was worshiped. I was a bit curious and approached many of them. Sometimes it felt like my ears were blocking and I couldn't hear properly. Then I became weird and had bad thoughts (very unusual of me…).
After returning home, I felt strange. I saw shadows out of the corner of my eyes. I was surprised myself after talking to it many times. One night my daughter woke up around 1:00 a.m. crying to tell me that she had a bad dream and that she saw a black tornado suck me in. I continued to browse the Internet, looking for information about ghosts and spirits. Then I went to sleep.
At exactly 3:00 a.m. I woke up from a nightmare. My heart was pounding like it was going to jump out of my chest. I have never felt my heart beating so loudly in my life! Then suddenly the TV turned on itself. I got livid and told my husband about it. We woke up and were in complete disbelief! We couldn't find any explanation for it, so we went back to sleep.
The next night, same scenario. Nightmare, I woke up at exactly 3:00 a.m. with my heart beating, the TV turns on by itself and shows some cult temples. I saw the same kind in the country I visited (out of respect I prefer not to mention what country and what religion the temples were). The day before, I tuned the TV to a channel that broadcasts programs about spirituality. This time my husband prayed in front of the TV and went back to bed.
On the third night I repeated everything again. Nightmare, I opened my eyes and looked at the red numbers on the clock… 3:00. I got really livid. I called my husband and said, “Enough!” I wasn't afraid anymore. I was totally pissed off! I told my husband, “I brought it here, I have to throw it away!” A sudden strength filled me and I began to pray loudly, clearly stating that my family belonged to God. And that I wanted him to disappear from my life and that I wasn't afraid of him (I don't know why I felt it was HIM). My whole body was shaking (I'm getting goosebumps as I write this) and the TV started turning on and off until it finally turned off for good. I have never felt so robust in my life… ever. I was like a lioness protecting her territory and challenging the intruder.
I never had any problems after the night I went against it. But I was curious, why at 3:00 in the morning? The following weekend, my pastor told me the whole story at the bad time of 3:00 a.m. I was shocked! I'm relieved to see that it wasn't just me who thought of it, maybe differently, but still at the same time…
