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January 1, 2017 at 8:54 am (This post was last modified: January 1, 2017 at 8:59 am by Dragonspride1995.)
(January 1, 2017 at 8:43 am)pocaracas Wrote:
(January 1, 2017 at 5:57 am)Dragonspride1995 Wrote: Well, a few of my atheist friends on facebook told me to give you guys another shot I will post my testimony. Please bear in mind this is not why you should believe, but it is why I believe.
This is kinda like a journal for me, I update it as I go thats why I like to keep it in the cloud so people can go back to it if they want and read any updates. But here you go
This isn't my whole life story, im trying to keep it concise.
I was born in 1995. To my mother Jody she was married to Tom at the time, but she had slept with my father Joseph, getting herself pregnant. She also had in the past Children from another man, Ely Cody and Amber. Because of her life's choices she relied on drugs and alcohol to get through her daily struggle. She did these while I was in her womb. Which inevitably led to mental and physical problems both for her, and myself. Because of these problems she had in her life I was going to be taken away by family services with Eli Cody and Amber.
When Jody had me, she had help taking care of me, by Tom's mom Barbara. Who made the choice to adopt me (making me my mothers, and fathers brother, Its montana give me a break lol) And they brought me up under a Christian household, and I made my decision to give my life to Christ at Five years old.
My brothers and sister were not so lucky, they went through social services to a family known as the bakers. There was much physical, sexual and mental abuse leading them to have many of the same problems that my mother had.
Ron and Barb were called by the holy spirit to move away to montana on a mission, to spread the word of Jesus Christ, and to help the local Churches. In bozeman we were a part of what is called Rocky Mountain Bible Mission, which was a headquarters of operations for missionaries all over the world. So we moved from a town with a population of over I estimate one hundred thousand, to a town of a population of maybe two thousand. I was about nine at the time.
Once we got there we started to work with local churches, I got intertwined with Awanas and Boy Scouts and grew up your stereotypical Christian childhood. Because of this I was looked down upon, even in the Christian school, I was bullied had chocolate milk dumped on my head. But I made it through grade school. But it paid its price on me, I started gaining weight, hating school, and everything to do with it. Something I still despise.
I moved to public school, and because of my weight and my beliefs I was still bullied so I took up martial arts. And that gave me the courage to carry on. Along with the help of a friend I made in awanas, austin grabel. I ended up dropping out of highschool my sophomore year because I was deep in depression, I had completely rejected society. I had what I thought was the armor of God, I only let humor though, I grew very good at hiding my feelings or what you would call stoicism. But inside I was spiraling deeper and deeper into depression even going so far to contemplate suicide.
During my time with austin we had many adventures together, but we were opposite personalities, he was deep into sports I was deep into video games, but we made it work. One night we were up late playing minecraft, and I saw what looked like a skeleton hand rake across the screen, we looked at each other our faces turned white, and we looked back and there was a transparent skull over the screen. I got what felt like a kick in the gut, but the feeling didn’t go away my spine felt like it was tingling and I felt like I was on fire. A feeling that I didn’t recognise until year later.
I Re-Dedicated my Life to God one night. When I was crying the holy spirit came to me, and I felt like I was on fire once again. All I felt was joy and I know that I am saved, and I want to continue my life working for him. And doing His will.
After 2 years of trying different things I decided to get my HISET wich is basicly a GED, I had a choice of two more years of highschool at the age of twenty or to get my GED, I obviously took the smarter choice and got my GED, I went to the class about 12 days and I had passed all the tests with flying colors, and graduated second of my class.
After about a year my dog died, and I got in contact with a woman named darianne, she was 21 at the time and I was 20, she showed me empathy, and we started going to Church together, She was living with her parents at the time, and had a past of sexual abuse from older men. Which gave her what I would call a mental block, very similar to what I experienced from my time in school, we got closer and closer, however she was going through a divorce with a man who had left her to join the military, during their relationship he had some spousal abuse, much that I won't get into but gave her religious grounds for divorce. This was when I came into the picture, because of my past I could sense her pain and we fell into love. But we promised we would not date till the day she planned to go through the divorce. A day that her parents had lied about. They saw her as the mentally retarded child. And treated her very poorly, she started to rely on me for emotional support and spent much of her time on a skype call from her phone and the way they treated her made me furious, I was ready to charge in their and do things I will not admit. This drove us closer, and we ended up necking, kissing or what some may know as making out, she got a hickey her parents saw then forced us apart. We had planned to get back together after the divorce on valentine's day, on that day she left me.
After that I went back into my downward spiral, but this time it drove me to God. I felt his presence, but I did start to pray for death. I felt what is the point of living in this world when it is so crazy. So I started to look for other things to take my mind away from the pain, and I found politics, and dived deep into religion. I started to learn about occult practice and realised that I was in a hotspot. Everything from wiccan practice to a satanic cult of azeroth. That had attacked a local church I went to.
Before valentines day, I was hanging out with a member of my youth group at my pastors house, and somehow demonology came up. He was a converted wiccan, he believed and practiced magic. We started talking to him and his eyes went black, he went into the fetal position and his voice went very low. He was possessed, Both my pastor and his wife lept into action, they started immediately praying, and talking to him. He cried out for Jesus, and we started praying. I felt like I was on fire again. The power of the holy spirit was at work. Then their was what felt like a shock wave went off on my friend. The demon was banished to hell. And my friend gave his life over to Christ. And that was the first experience with what I knew was a demon. I knew that I was a weapon of the holy spirit.
Tuesday August 16th I heard about a black mass taking place in oklahoma, I got a feeling in my gut that I had not felt for a long time. My spine felt like it was tingling. I was being driven by the holy spirit to action. I sent a email to the main prayer group of rocky mountain bible church then I called local pastors and went to my own church and prayed with the pastor's wife. Then I went to a christian's house and asked them to spread the word. The next day I had learned that their was a massive march on the black mass, Christians had shown up and prayed, there was low attendance. And their was an earthquake the next day. The holy spirit had answered our prayer.
This is my testimony, my life's story, it will constantly be updated as I live longer and gain more experience. But I shall live for Christ, and continue fight against evil. And allow him to work through me as his servant.
Dude.... that's one messed up story.
I liked the vivid detail of the guy whose eyes turned black and you felt something come over you. Awesome! You should write a movie script! [/sarcasm]
Honestly, your story is so so so similar to a bunch of others I've heard. It even has the touch of BS in that "exorcism". Maybe, it happened as you relate... but most likely not. If you are relating what you think you saw, in good faith, then you may have been deceived. You wouldn't be the first, you shan't be the last.
Or the poor guy was having some sort of a seizure and the adults on the scene failed to provide proper care - call an ambulance!
It's interesting to note that you mention a christian upbringing, a christian mindset.... but you don't mention the exact christian denomination... I mean, you say you're not from the Westboro Baptist - good for you! - but which one exactly? From the looks of it, some evangelical, bible-intensive, demon-possession-believing variant.... which could be most of the US-based ones.
Alas, I don't have any story to share with you. Being in Southern Europe, the dominant belief system is Catholic and those have become tame "lately" - people mostly don't care about other persons' beliefs.
That "black mass" you mention? People around here would just live and let live. What's the problem with purchasing pig's hearts at the butcher's?
Sure, people aren't particularly fond when someone decides to damage a work of art... remember this beautiful "restoration" work:
Yea thats basicly the result I get from atheists. You guys asked so I answered. As for denomination, I'm from a kinda non-conformist sect called "non-denominational" Pretty much we would rather take our answers from the Bible then someone else. My parents don't get into demonology, and they never have. My beliefs are my own. My parents taught me about Christianity and gave me the choice to follow it or not. I made my own conscious choice on the facts I have. And for all my trials my faith has only been reinforced. As for being deceived. The guy was my friend before the youth group his life changed drastically that day. Beforehand he had major anger management issues. I mean the kind where he would punch someone if they looked at him the wrong way.
(January 1, 2017 at 8:43 am)pocaracas Wrote:
(January 1, 2017 at 5:57 am)Dragonspride1995 Wrote: Well, a few of my atheist friends on facebook told me to give you guys another shot I will post my testimony. Please bear in mind this is not why you should believe, but it is why I believe.
This is kinda like a journal for me, I update it as I go thats why I like to keep it in the cloud so people can go back to it if they want and read any updates. But here you go
This isn't my whole life story, im trying to keep it concise.
I was born in 1995. To my mother Jody she was married to Tom at the time, but she had slept with my father Joseph, getting herself pregnant. She also had in the past Children from another man, Ely Cody and Amber. Because of her life's choices she relied on drugs and alcohol to get through her daily struggle. She did these while I was in her womb. Which inevitably led to mental and physical problems both for her, and myself. Because of these problems she had in her life I was going to be taken away by family services with Eli Cody and Amber.
When Jody had me, she had help taking care of me, by Tom's mom Barbara. Who made the choice to adopt me (making me my mothers, and fathers brother, Its montana give me a break lol) And they brought me up under a Christian household, and I made my decision to give my life to Christ at Five years old.
My brothers and sister were not so lucky, they went through social services to a family known as the bakers. There was much physical, sexual and mental abuse leading them to have many of the same problems that my mother had.
Ron and Barb were called by the holy spirit to move away to montana on a mission, to spread the word of Jesus Christ, and to help the local Churches. In bozeman we were a part of what is called Rocky Mountain Bible Mission, which was a headquarters of operations for missionaries all over the world. So we moved from a town with a population of over I estimate one hundred thousand, to a town of a population of maybe two thousand. I was about nine at the time.
Once we got there we started to work with local churches, I got intertwined with Awanas and Boy Scouts and grew up your stereotypical Christian childhood. Because of this I was looked down upon, even in the Christian school, I was bullied had chocolate milk dumped on my head. But I made it through grade school. But it paid its price on me, I started gaining weight, hating school, and everything to do with it. Something I still despise.
I moved to public school, and because of my weight and my beliefs I was still bullied so I took up martial arts. And that gave me the courage to carry on. Along with the help of a friend I made in awanas, austin grabel. I ended up dropping out of highschool my sophomore year because I was deep in depression, I had completely rejected society. I had what I thought was the armor of God, I only let humor though, I grew very good at hiding my feelings or what you would call stoicism. But inside I was spiraling deeper and deeper into depression even going so far to contemplate suicide.
During my time with austin we had many adventures together, but we were opposite personalities, he was deep into sports I was deep into video games, but we made it work. One night we were up late playing minecraft, and I saw what looked like a skeleton hand rake across the screen, we looked at each other our faces turned white, and we looked back and there was a transparent skull over the screen. I got what felt like a kick in the gut, but the feeling didn’t go away my spine felt like it was tingling and I felt like I was on fire. A feeling that I didn’t recognise until year later.
I Re-Dedicated my Life to God one night. When I was crying the holy spirit came to me, and I felt like I was on fire once again. All I felt was joy and I know that I am saved, and I want to continue my life working for him. And doing His will.
After 2 years of trying different things I decided to get my HISET wich is basicly a GED, I had a choice of two more years of highschool at the age of twenty or to get my GED, I obviously took the smarter choice and got my GED, I went to the class about 12 days and I had passed all the tests with flying colors, and graduated second of my class.
After about a year my dog died, and I got in contact with a woman named darianne, she was 21 at the time and I was 20, she showed me empathy, and we started going to Church together, She was living with her parents at the time, and had a past of sexual abuse from older men. Which gave her what I would call a mental block, very similar to what I experienced from my time in school, we got closer and closer, however she was going through a divorce with a man who had left her to join the military, during their relationship he had some spousal abuse, much that I won't get into but gave her religious grounds for divorce. This was when I came into the picture, because of my past I could sense her pain and we fell into love. But we promised we would not date till the day she planned to go through the divorce. A day that her parents had lied about. They saw her as the mentally retarded child. And treated her very poorly, she started to rely on me for emotional support and spent much of her time on a skype call from her phone and the way they treated her made me furious, I was ready to charge in their and do things I will not admit. This drove us closer, and we ended up necking, kissing or what some may know as making out, she got a hickey her parents saw then forced us apart. We had planned to get back together after the divorce on valentine's day, on that day she left me.
After that I went back into my downward spiral, but this time it drove me to God. I felt his presence, but I did start to pray for death. I felt what is the point of living in this world when it is so crazy. So I started to look for other things to take my mind away from the pain, and I found politics, and dived deep into religion. I started to learn about occult practice and realised that I was in a hotspot. Everything from wiccan practice to a satanic cult of azeroth. That had attacked a local church I went to.
Before valentines day, I was hanging out with a member of my youth group at my pastors house, and somehow demonology came up. He was a converted wiccan, he believed and practiced magic. We started talking to him and his eyes went black, he went into the fetal position and his voice went very low. He was possessed, Both my pastor and his wife lept into action, they started immediately praying, and talking to him. He cried out for Jesus, and we started praying. I felt like I was on fire again. The power of the holy spirit was at work. Then their was what felt like a shock wave went off on my friend. The demon was banished to hell. And my friend gave his life over to Christ. And that was the first experience with what I knew was a demon. I knew that I was a weapon of the holy spirit.
Tuesday August 16th I heard about a black mass taking place in oklahoma, I got a feeling in my gut that I had not felt for a long time. My spine felt like it was tingling. I was being driven by the holy spirit to action. I sent a email to the main prayer group of rocky mountain bible church then I called local pastors and went to my own church and prayed with the pastor's wife. Then I went to a christian's house and asked them to spread the word. The next day I had learned that their was a massive march on the black mass, Christians had shown up and prayed, there was low attendance. And their was an earthquake the next day. The holy spirit had answered our prayer.
This is my testimony, my life's story, it will constantly be updated as I live longer and gain more experience. But I shall live for Christ, and continue fight against evil. And allow him to work through me as his servant.
Dude.... that's one messed up story.
I liked the vivid detail of the guy whose eyes turned black and you felt something come over you. Awesome! You should write a movie script! [/sarcasm]
Honestly, your story is so so so similar to a bunch of others I've heard. It even has the touch of BS in that "exorcism". Maybe, it happened as you relate... but most likely not. If you are relating what you think you saw, in good faith, then you may have been deceived. You wouldn't be the first, you shan't be the last.
Or the poor guy was having some sort of a seizure and the adults on the scene failed to provide proper care - call an ambulance!
It's interesting to note that you mention a christian upbringing, a christian mindset.... but you don't mention the exact christian denomination... I mean, you say you're not from the Westboro Baptist - good for you! - but which one exactly? From the looks of it, some evangelical, bible-intensive, demon-possession-believing variant.... which could be most of the US-based ones.
Alas, I don't have any story to share with you. Being in Southern Europe, the dominant belief system is Catholic and those have become tame "lately" - people mostly don't care about other persons' beliefs.
That "black mass" you mention? People around here would just live and let live. What's the problem with purchasing pig's hearts at the butcher's?
Sure, people aren't particularly fond when someone decides to damage a work of art... remember this beautiful "restoration" work:
Yea thats basicly the result I get from atheists. You guys asked so I answered. As for denomination, I'm from a kinda non-conformist sect called "non-denominational" Pretty much we would rather take our answers from the Bible then someone else. My parents don't get into demonology, and they never have. My beliefs are my own. My parents taught me about Christianity and gave me the choice to follow it or not. I made my own conscious choice on the facts I have. And for all my trials my faith has only been reinforced. As for being deceived. The guy was my friend before the youth group his life changed drastically that day. Beforehand he had major anger management issues. I mean the kind where he would punch someone if they looked at him the wrong way.
(January 1, 2017 at 8:46 am)mh.brewer Wrote: OP, I see that you are a child of magical thinking. Good luck to you. Be careful what you pray for!
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