BACK in the 1980s I was a bit of a party girl. Hey, nothing bad in this, I was in the twenty and liked to dance and live on weekends. At this particular time I lived with my sister Lucille in Whittier near Washington Blvd and Broadway. I often returned home quite buzzed and went to sleep immediately. It was the time in which I saw, I heard and felt “inexplicable guests”. My niece, who was 5 years ancient at the time, says that she heard me talk to people, and sometimes heard how I laugh or cry. She assumed that I was talking on the phone, so she never wondered (she was only 5 years ancient, why she was). A crazy thing is that I also hear people and remember how he talked to someone. I have thought many times that it was just alcohol and that I was in this deep sleep, which includes most drunk people when they hit the pillow and crash. But I know I didn't dream. I heard a voice and heard my own voice. It was several times that I couldn't get up and told me to open my eyes, seeing someone descending towards the corridor. I was terrified and tried to move any part of my body or shout, but I could never. And it was already in the morning, so there was lightweight in my room and the whole house.
One day I woke up to find out how I loved myself. I am not kidding, I felt damn in me and felt the whole endorphin hurried. I would also like to add that the paralysis of sleep and conversations was not only when I could at home after the party. It happened in normal everyday nights. My 5 -year -old niece once told us that she saw a figure standing at her door, looking at her. She hid under the covers and fainted (she fell asleep). In the morning she was full of sweat from being under the covers. It's a miracle that she didn't suffocate. She said she thought that I was coming home from behind schedule at night, but I was already at home and in the bed. He is now 24 years ancient and still swears that she saw the figure looking at her that night.
Well, one day I stared at the walls in my bedroom, thinking and my God, if I didn't see the face of demons. The walls had wooden panels on them and yes, wooden panels are like clouds in which you can see several different things. But in fact I saw two forms of demons. I told my sister about it and she told me to be noiseless because she didn't want me to frighten my niece. I really wonder if it had something to do with all this … Wooden panels were removed and instead painted …
Quick forward until 2003 and now I live in Sun Valley (next to Bourbank) with my sister Rose and we are in the process of packing because she bought a house in Whittier near my mother. One Saturday morning I woke up tired, broken, irritable and I just didn't want to work. I didn't want to pack any boxes, cleaning or sweeping, just not. I told my sister that I didn't feel good, so she left me alone (I could say she was pissed off). When I lay there on the bed (it was around 10:30), suddenly I couldn't move. I couldn't scream and couldn't think. One thing that I could hear and heard two separate voices: one was a demonic woman who said: “We should never let you leave us” – then the demonic voice, who said: “This time you will not run away from us” … I fought, fought and felt my lips move and called my sister Rose, I know her name, bottom and I couldn't hear me. After something that seemed to be eternity, the pressure suddenly left and I got up. I ran down and asked Rose if he hears how I call my name, she said. NO. I told her what happened and she told her why you didn't pray to God? I said I couldn't think, I was just too scared and it surprised me.
To this day, I wonder who the hell these demons were and what they meant through “we should never let you leave us” … Is it the same forces that tormented me at my sister Lucille's house in 1989? It is strange that for the first time I heard a female demonic voice, because in Lucille I have always heard male voices … Here we are in 2007 and from time to time I get paralysis of sleep, but I am carefully prepared. I have dreams in which I actually talk about demons that attack me and behave like a kind of superhero. I genote them on behalf of Jesus Christ and it always works, they are defeated. For all of you who have happened, I notice that none of you agrees with the demons, but instead try to fight them or scream. Rebuilding them on behalf of Jesus Christ will send them to the escaping, trust me, they are powerful words. I have always felt that there was a struggle for power for my soul. I have never done drugs or played with Ouija boards or anything, but for some time I have suffered from depression and I know that demons are going straight to those who suffer because of it. We are uncomplicated goals, but we can simply overcome them to rebuild them on behalf of Jesus.
Once, when I was hit by the paralysis of sleep, I did not remember the word “admonition” and I could not take these bastards from me. Instead, I told them in a mamine way to go down and leave me alone. As you know, all these words will simply hit you more with a rash. I notice that after the attacks I am exhausted, both mentally and physically. But it looks like they have left me alone and I'm a bit serene …
Funny, however, happened about 3 or 4 months ago. I slept on a one -day bed and one morning I got up a little early to work, so I got up to turn off the alarm before it pushed away, because it is raucous and always scares me to put on blurred boots. Then I lay back in bed, but I moved to the bottom of the bed so that I could lean my feet on a metal frame … I managed to fall asleep again and be behind schedule for work. I say “being late” because of the strange thing that happened next. Do you remember that I had feet on a metal frame, so they rested at the top on the right? Well, something or someone “hit” my feet tough and surprised me that I wasn't sleeping. I sat down, thinking that someone was like my mother, but I was alone … I know that I felt it because it shook my whole body and woke up. It was like an ancient mother who arrives at the bed and hits you with this “get up, for nothing lazy son dense herringbone.” But what amazed me was that I woke up in the usual time when I get up (6 am) … That I prove that it was not an unusual case, because for the first time I felt a tough blow, and secondly I hit time … I have 3 cats. When this happened, I had a black cat next to me, but it never reacted at all, like most animals, when they sense a ghostly presence … However, this “thing” that hit me did not seem livid, how do I know how to know? I could just say, or rather I could feel it. It seemed to be a real, caring spirit like a guardian angel who says that we all have.
I now live at home with my mother and I return to the ancient room from high school. No wonder it never happened in this room, except for the recent hit of my feet that woke me up. I am not church, but I am strongly anchored in faith with God and I pray to Him all day. I know that my faith protects me like armor, but I also know that I am faint in many areas, one of them is depression. Demons will look for every gap in armor, and depression is one of their favorites, so maybe that's why I always feel that I am in some towing war and I have to lose myself constantly. I am glad that I know now what I did not know in 1989 and I hope that those of you who read this will start taking demons when you are pinned or threatened …
Remember about the words “I will attach you on behalf of Jesus Christ” … Speak it over and over and say loudly, even if you can say it only in your head … People, please, put your armor suit and don't be demonic wipers anymore … happiness hurts.
