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I am not good at typing stories, so I will try to make this sound as interesting as possible. I call it:
Doomed To Hell? Corey's Testimony
First A Little Background: My grandpa Hagan, my mom's dad, converted from the Methodist Church when he was about 20 because he believed in transustantion (sp?) and thought that because the Roman Catholic Church believed in it, then he should convert and they had the truth. My dad was Russian Orthodox. when my parents married they both became Roman Catholic. I have been taking Catholic Catechism Classes ever since I was about 8. I never really payed much attention to them, they just bored me half to death.
I was 10 years old when one night I watched a very scary show called "True Life Ghost Stories" which included live ghost footage with very freaky sound effects. I was fascinated with the paranormal as a kid because my family has a long history with supernatural occurences. needless to say, the show scared me to death. I refused to go to sleep, and my parents couldnt calm me down. on top of that, the day I watched that was my grandpa Hagan's birthday, and they encountered several ghosts in their lifetime. I told them about the show I watched, and they told me about their experiences. And I have a big family, so there were about 8 people there not including me, my parents and my siblings, and two of them, my grandma's sister Marge and her husband who live with their kids & grandkids, have a haunted house. They told me stories of their house too. Of course I forced it out of them, being the curious person I am.
Well, later on I went home and I had to take a bath with my mom in the room because I wa so scared. I started crying when it was tiem for bed. So my mom gave me a rosary blessed by a bishop and a vial of holy water to "keep the ghosts away." This was what made me curious about my religion. My mom gave me a Bible to read too. it was an old bible, a Duoay bible that I still have today. Well, I read froms ome of it, and it kept me up and occupied until about 11:30, when I got scared again. I read some of Genesis,Mathew, and Apocalypse (revelation), I believe. I of course took Apocalyspe literally, and I read about how God will send people to Hell. It made me scared reading about what Hell was like, so I had to pray about if I would go to Hell or Heaven. "God," I said, clutching my rosary, "God, If I will go to Heaven let me dream about... about opening presents on Christmas morning. If I will go to Hell, then let me dream about a volcano erupting." I fell asleep, comforted knowing about how God loves everybody that He will protect me (I told Him that if He loves me then to protect me from ghosts). Well, here was what my dream was about:
I was wondereing around through a hazy purple mist. everything was thick and hard to see out of. I was waving a crucifix around because I kept on seeing the ghosts from that show I watched. finnally, I came to a steep mountain. I was levitated up, and saw that there was fire inside it.
It was a volcano.
And it was starting to erupt.
I screamed, horrified, that I would go to Hell. Suddenly, I fell down into the volcano, into the middle of it, into the flaming pit, seeing terrible demonic creatures around me, screaming. I woke up. I was burning hot. I was sweating profusly. My eyes were swollen shut! I couldn't open them.I stumbled into the bathroom and splashed water on my face. My eyes opened. I started crying, knwoing that I was doomed to spend an eternity in the flaming volcanoe after I died. I went into my room, and took out my bible, to try and find some hope, to try and find out how I could make it to Heaven instead, something.
I scanned through John, and found John 3:16.
It was then that I started praying every night. i started begging God to forgive me and let me into Heaven, to guide me to know His ways. I gradually started reading the Bible more, I started reaserching my religion. I soon fell for that New Age junk, believeing that the "Pleiadians" will come and swoop down from the sky and take everybody away. This was about when I was 11. I sent it on to my grandpa, and he told me about those Heavens Gate kooks, and to stop reading that junk. I listened, and that led me to where I am today. I can only hope that Christ will have mercy on me.
Thank you for reading this.
In Christ,
Corey
P.S. I admit this is a little bit of an exageration, but for the most part, it is true.