Battles of Dark and Light

WE are constantly at war with the spiritual on both sides, dark and light, good and evil. As a Christian, I’ve had some scary but very real experiences involving a clash of good and dark. A few years ago I met a boy into what he claimed was white magic, spirit guides and astral travel. I believed in everything he told me. His father, a Shaman, taught him all these mysteries of how to contact the spirit guide and all. This boy also had the ability to see auras very clearly. He said mine was a dark blue and that I had a pure heart, a good heart, in other words. For a while I wasn’t sure what the feeling was when  he sat next to me on the bus till it hit me. My Christianity, my closeness to God and his traveling to the darker realms to the astral plains were two conflicting energies against one another. I’d grow very tense around him, uneasy. He’d always notice this tenseness but I didn’t know how to explain it to him. One day it got so bad I ended up crying from the intense energy he gave off, so negative. He didn’t sit next to me ever since then that school year, though he still talked to me from across the aisle on the bus. It’s funny to think how some people who practice certain religions, feel their religion is of good, while others find it negative. Yet, they’d think your religion was wrong. It was strange that this boy found me so safe and trusting, so pure-hearted as he put it During our intense prayer meetings years ago at the church, me and the group of people we gathered with began to experience unnerving messages from the dark forces. Mom said one night in bed she awoke to see the leering animal-like face of a demon rise up at her and then vanish. Till this day she doens’t like to sleep with the covers off her head. My other sister said she saw a red horse come trotting up our neighbor’s driveway while getting something out of the car. IT was right after sunset and my sisster thought the horse, which strangely never looked at her directly, its head slightly turned to the side, was one of the neighbor’s escaped horses. My sister ran into the house and told us and the friend that she thought a horse was loose. Our friend and my sister investigated the barn but all the horses were securely in their stalls. Somehow my sister knew the red horse was really evil but at the time was too scared to mention it to us. She told of seeing the horse vision to church elders  but no one would tell me what the red horse meant ever since then. My sister refuses to talk about it if I try bringing it up. Another night at our prayer meeting while our troubled teenage foster girl had fallen into some sort of trance–one we believed was one of the dark forces–(she claimed to being nailed to a cross while in the trance)–her arms outstretched in the formation of a cross, hands rapidly twiching against the altar floor where we all sat, an amazing but terrifying thing happened. From  the very back of the empty church came the commanding male voice,  speaking rapidly in another language. I recall hearing the voice, aware the church was locked and no man was in the church with us, the wind howling fiercely that night, saying, “I hear the voice!” Mom said she heard the same voice, and her and I feel to this day that it was an angel guarding us from the dark powers of the enemy trying to get in. My sisters, both present, heard something very different, however. They claimed to have heard–and it still gives me shivers to this moment–horrified screams of women and children, pounding  their fists furiously on the church walls from the outside, trying to get inside. Also, they heard a woman’s chanting voice, , most likely another protective angel. But I do swear to hearing the real voice of that angel. IT actually echoed like a real human voice to the front of the church, too! IT was truly unforgettable and the memory is sharp in my mind  seven  years later. In our home we’ve witnessed shadow people, dark beings, one of which Mom claimed was an angel. She remembered waking up unexpectedly one night when she glanced at the reclining chair at the end of her bed, where a dark figure like a man  sat in the chair. IT spoke to her in her mind, saying, “it’s okay. Go back to sleep.” I always puzzled over a dark-figured angel, however. I mean, angels are supposed to bee beings of light and things, I thought, from what I read in the bible. Yet, nothing evil or of mal-intent would have reassure MOM that way. I seriously doubt that. So those are some of the very true stories of the paranormal and visits from the spiritual realm. There are many more stories to tell but that’s for another post. EVerywhere ghosts, demons and angels are amung us. Every moment in every place. Our world is not limited to the physical matter.

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