Hi,
I really need some help to get out of this terrible situation I
am in. This may take a long time and I need prayers and all the
support I can get; this is only a first step in reaching out to
people for help online. I intend to find some help from
Christians in the surrounding area as soon as possible, but I
don't like confessing all this stuff. This is a very disturbing
situation which may shock you. This is a warning.
I feel evil. I feel like I am a numb soul with little hope.
Psychopathic. My emotions have completely dried up and I am
convinced that I am possessed by evil.
My story is long and sad but I'll try and summarize it as best
as I can.
I became a Christian as a child. I picked up the bible because
I wanted to know if masturbation was wrong or not. I read the
Old Testament and I began to fear God very much. I remember
trembling over my breakfast thinking that I must change. I
studied the bible more and more and tried to legalistically
repent of my sins..God lead me more and more and soon I was
truly sorry for what I had done to him and I felt like a new
person. My whole world changed and I saw others in an
increasingly new light. My innocent soul belonged to God and I
deeply feared evil. The bible was always at the foot of my bed
every night. The parables of the gospels lead me to try and
build a solid house of faith, one that would not fall. Please
believe me, I was so very sincere in following Christ - I took
his word to heart. This seems like a distant memory now.
Conscious of Jesus's words " not all those who call me Lord,
Lord will enter the Kingdom of Heaven" - I did my best to
follow Him with my heart. But I kept on getting lost in the
world. My friends didn't have the same faith that I did. They
weren't so concerned with religion as I was, I assumed. I would
fall into sin, cry my eyes out in sorrowful repentance, return
to God and then realign my life. But there was this rebellious
streak that later led to the most horrific experience of my
life.
At the age of 15 I had been a believer for a good 5 years or so
and had much experience of God's presence in my life. I knew he
was there. The Bible told the truth. My prayers were always
answered, sometimes to my astonishment, and I felt the warmth
of the Holy Spirit in my heart guiding me. But then something
very wrong began to happen.
I was envious of my friend's easy lives. They didn't have to
think about this God stuff. They just had fun. I didn't swear,
or lie or look at girls lustfully, or fall into greediness. In
all honesty I was tired of being the goody two shoes. I din't
realize how dangerous this attitude actually was until a bit
later. They say that pride always comes before a fall. This was
definitely true in my case. One night in the 2000 I was playing
a gig with my band in which I played the drums. I was usually
quite humble, but I suddenly felt this surge of pride arise
within me, which scared me. But this was the start of the
downward spiral. That night in bed I had the sense that I was
falling from God, that I was losing my faith. I wept but felt
it would soon past and I would be fine within weeks. Wrong.
Things only got worse. Doubt crept in and filled my heart.
Certain scriptures began to torment my soul. Those that speak
of apostasy and "the danger of falling away" spoken of in
Hebrews 10. I got more and more upset and depressed. I soon
became unable to go about my daily activities. The bible, which
was once my source of happiness and encouragement, became
increasingly the object of my troubles. Instead of reading
psalms I would start to linger over the scary passages of the
devil being like a lion that wanted to eat anyone he could
devour. This is the beginning of the most terrible 10 years.
I felt the presence of evil spirits. Not audible voices but
influences. It was if I was surrounded by sense of treachery
and blasphemy. They got this idea stuck in my head that made no
sense. They told me that evil was good and good was evil and
that by being evil you could somehow be saved. Basically the
horrible things turned my conscience on its head, leading me
into even deeper darkness. By this time I couldn't function at
all. My parents didn't have a clue what to do to comfort me. I
felt like Job who was visited by the most intense misfortune.
My life ended. The evil influences got a hold me and tempted me
more and more. I think I'll stress that I honestly feel I
couldn't resist them...I made the mistake of not preparing for
such attacks. I was a kid, and I didn't know a dot about
spiritual warfare or anything of that sort. I had always put
the devil at the back of my mind. "He'll never bother me" I
always thought. This might not be an excuse. I am reluctent to
admit this. The black forces turned me into one of them. They
overcame me. The imagination arose in me to do the thing that
Jesus was tempted to do: worship Satan. At this moment
everything turned completely black. All the spiritual life in
me seemed to be drained and I was walking about like a sick
zombie. Suicide eluded me. The thought of suicide was
constantly with me everyday, the razor, the rope, the pills. I
told my mother, my own dear innocent mother about this and she
couldn't believe it. No one believed me. They thought I was
flipping mentally ill! I was but the cause of it was my
absolute foolishness in giving in to these feelings. I was
dead. Damned. Unforgivable. Why was I born? I don't know. I
used to be so sensitive but all my virtues seemed to wither
away in the darkness. I said to my mam, "Matthew's gone". So
here I have told you the worst part of the story as honestly as
I can, despite the fact I don't know if I'm still deceiving
myself. All I ever do is deceive myself and deceive others. But
you good people who read this can make your own minds up about
this.
I felt that since that time I have been demonically influenced
extremely badly, inside my body and soul. I feel split into
parts. One part of me just wants to continue in death and
another is driving me toward God. After about 6 months of total
depression I thought inside my heart that God would never
forgive me, ever. I couldn't repent. I read the bible over and
over again and it didn't affect me like it used to. I couldn't
feel sorry for what I'd done. I just felt numb. No one could
understand what I was talking about. So I said in my heart "I
may aswell just go on living a pointless earthly life and be
damned at the end of it". So i went out and partied and the
depression lifted a bit. It seemed a bit better for a season. A
distraction. But deep down it wasn't right. I got involved with
a girl who actually fell in love with me. I couldn't love her
back. I prayed to God to let me love her but I couldn't. My
soul was dead. I didn't want to hurt her though. It was sad.
She wasn't a Christian but she was a lovely person, full of
tenderness and innocence.
Years past. I went back to school and finished off my exams. I
suprisingly did well despite that fact that I had missed more
than 6 months of term. My life was pretty dull but I just tried
to more and more distract myself from the horrible fact that I
was an evil entity and I was going straight to hell. I really
felt that part of me was actually devilish.
It became increasingly more and more difficult to not give in
to sin. I started getting vain, lustful, greedy. I would steal
pirate software online and sunk to watching inappropriate contentography. I
actually believe that inappropriate contentography is one of the worst evils in
the world. It is like that because it corrupts you. If you
watch it once or twice you get addicted. It is worse than any
drug. Eventually the world you see just turns to a black and
white nightmare and your stuck watching these human beings
twisted in to sex objects. Everytime I looked at inappropriate content I felt
remorse, but I kept on pushing it down. Can you tell how this
is a trap?
Eventually I found this site and I posted explaining that I
felt I couldn't repent. Jesus said that all sin could be
forgiven except the blasphemy against the Holy Spirit. A kind
and encouraging member of this site called "Whitehorse" took me
under his wing. He told me that it was okay and I needed to
build my faith that the Lord could heal me. But my faith was
weak and I was still rebellious. I had buried the nightmare of
the darkness inside me and pretended to myself that everything
would turn out ok. Time and time again I felt as I was being
drawn to seek repentance.
Whitehorse explained some things to me that I didn't know. He
was a Calvinist and believed in things like TULIP which teaches
that we are totally incapable of believing in Jesus or seeking
God on our own; it is Grace, he draws us. I don't know what you
think about this. I saw many positive things about reformed
theology which I didn't know at all previously. I've got all of
Whitehorse's letters on my hard drive. But I kept on getting
disappointed that God didn't seem to be hearing my prayers. He
seemed completely silent. He had abandoned me. My worst fears
were confirmed: either God didn't exist or I was unforgivable.
Whitehorse tried again and again to tell me that I must walk by
faith and not by feelings. He told me to reform my behaviour
and sincerely seek God with all my heart. But I ignored him and
chose to pretend to be good, knowing that really I was
insulting God. Things got knotted up and insular. It was a big
mess.
I started seeking spirituallity elsewhere. I read books about
Eastern religions.
The occult interested me.
Whitehorse used to post a lot. He was very respected on this
forum. We spoke constantly in private messages. Then he
disappeared. He stopped coming online in 2006. I prayed for
him. I hoped he was okay and that I would hear from him soon.
But there was nothings. I am scared and scarred that somehow I
might have murdered him by some form of black magic. I didn't
do a ritual or anything like that. I didn't even read a book
about curses or anything. It was just a worry.
This is the most important part of my story. I want to come
back to God, I want to repent. Please help if you can. What can
I do that will help me the most? I feel pretty much hopeless
apart from the fact that I still seem drawn to God and Christ.
There are often blasphemous thoughts that come through my mind
and heart. I don't like them. I need deliverence. I want to
break free from the devils chains. Presumption is a problem. I
feel locked in to evil thoughts and ways. I feel violence and
hatred and all sorts of bad things inside. How can I break free
from this?
Tonight I have been praying. I've been praying a lot in the
past few weeks.
I haven't told you everything in this post but I have tried to
give a good picture.
Is there still hope?
Any help would help me,
Thanks for listening to this,
Matt
I really need some help to get out of this terrible situation I
am in. This may take a long time and I need prayers and all the
support I can get; this is only a first step in reaching out to
people for help online. I intend to find some help from
Christians in the surrounding area as soon as possible, but I
don't like confessing all this stuff. This is a very disturbing
situation which may shock you. This is a warning.
I feel evil. I feel like I am a numb soul with little hope.
Psychopathic. My emotions have completely dried up and I am
convinced that I am possessed by evil.
My story is long and sad but I'll try and summarize it as best
as I can.
I became a Christian as a child. I picked up the bible because
I wanted to know if masturbation was wrong or not. I read the
Old Testament and I began to fear God very much. I remember
trembling over my breakfast thinking that I must change. I
studied the bible more and more and tried to legalistically
repent of my sins..God lead me more and more and soon I was
truly sorry for what I had done to him and I felt like a new
person. My whole world changed and I saw others in an
increasingly new light. My innocent soul belonged to God and I
deeply feared evil. The bible was always at the foot of my bed
every night. The parables of the gospels lead me to try and
build a solid house of faith, one that would not fall. Please
believe me, I was so very sincere in following Christ - I took
his word to heart. This seems like a distant memory now.
Conscious of Jesus's words " not all those who call me Lord,
Lord will enter the Kingdom of Heaven" - I did my best to
follow Him with my heart. But I kept on getting lost in the
world. My friends didn't have the same faith that I did. They
weren't so concerned with religion as I was, I assumed. I would
fall into sin, cry my eyes out in sorrowful repentance, return
to God and then realign my life. But there was this rebellious
streak that later led to the most horrific experience of my
life.
At the age of 15 I had been a believer for a good 5 years or so
and had much experience of God's presence in my life. I knew he
was there. The Bible told the truth. My prayers were always
answered, sometimes to my astonishment, and I felt the warmth
of the Holy Spirit in my heart guiding me. But then something
very wrong began to happen.
I was envious of my friend's easy lives. They didn't have to
think about this God stuff. They just had fun. I didn't swear,
or lie or look at girls lustfully, or fall into greediness. In
all honesty I was tired of being the goody two shoes. I din't
realize how dangerous this attitude actually was until a bit
later. They say that pride always comes before a fall. This was
definitely true in my case. One night in the 2000 I was playing
a gig with my band in which I played the drums. I was usually
quite humble, but I suddenly felt this surge of pride arise
within me, which scared me. But this was the start of the
downward spiral. That night in bed I had the sense that I was
falling from God, that I was losing my faith. I wept but felt
it would soon past and I would be fine within weeks. Wrong.
Things only got worse. Doubt crept in and filled my heart.
Certain scriptures began to torment my soul. Those that speak
of apostasy and "the danger of falling away" spoken of in
Hebrews 10. I got more and more upset and depressed. I soon
became unable to go about my daily activities. The bible, which
was once my source of happiness and encouragement, became
increasingly the object of my troubles. Instead of reading
psalms I would start to linger over the scary passages of the
devil being like a lion that wanted to eat anyone he could
devour. This is the beginning of the most terrible 10 years.
I felt the presence of evil spirits. Not audible voices but
influences. It was if I was surrounded by sense of treachery
and blasphemy. They got this idea stuck in my head that made no
sense. They told me that evil was good and good was evil and
that by being evil you could somehow be saved. Basically the
horrible things turned my conscience on its head, leading me
into even deeper darkness. By this time I couldn't function at
all. My parents didn't have a clue what to do to comfort me. I
felt like Job who was visited by the most intense misfortune.
My life ended. The evil influences got a hold me and tempted me
more and more. I think I'll stress that I honestly feel I
couldn't resist them...I made the mistake of not preparing for
such attacks. I was a kid, and I didn't know a dot about
spiritual warfare or anything of that sort. I had always put
the devil at the back of my mind. "He'll never bother me" I
always thought. This might not be an excuse. I am reluctent to
admit this. The black forces turned me into one of them. They
overcame me. The imagination arose in me to do the thing that
Jesus was tempted to do: worship Satan. At this moment
everything turned completely black. All the spiritual life in
me seemed to be drained and I was walking about like a sick
zombie. Suicide eluded me. The thought of suicide was
constantly with me everyday, the razor, the rope, the pills. I
told my mother, my own dear innocent mother about this and she
couldn't believe it. No one believed me. They thought I was
flipping mentally ill! I was but the cause of it was my
absolute foolishness in giving in to these feelings. I was
dead. Damned. Unforgivable. Why was I born? I don't know. I
used to be so sensitive but all my virtues seemed to wither
away in the darkness. I said to my mam, "Matthew's gone". So
here I have told you the worst part of the story as honestly as
I can, despite the fact I don't know if I'm still deceiving
myself. All I ever do is deceive myself and deceive others. But
you good people who read this can make your own minds up about
this.
I felt that since that time I have been demonically influenced
extremely badly, inside my body and soul. I feel split into
parts. One part of me just wants to continue in death and
another is driving me toward God. After about 6 months of total
depression I thought inside my heart that God would never
forgive me, ever. I couldn't repent. I read the bible over and
over again and it didn't affect me like it used to. I couldn't
feel sorry for what I'd done. I just felt numb. No one could
understand what I was talking about. So I said in my heart "I
may aswell just go on living a pointless earthly life and be
damned at the end of it". So i went out and partied and the
depression lifted a bit. It seemed a bit better for a season. A
distraction. But deep down it wasn't right. I got involved with
a girl who actually fell in love with me. I couldn't love her
back. I prayed to God to let me love her but I couldn't. My
soul was dead. I didn't want to hurt her though. It was sad.
She wasn't a Christian but she was a lovely person, full of
tenderness and innocence.
Years past. I went back to school and finished off my exams. I
suprisingly did well despite that fact that I had missed more
than 6 months of term. My life was pretty dull but I just tried
to more and more distract myself from the horrible fact that I
was an evil entity and I was going straight to hell. I really
felt that part of me was actually devilish.
It became increasingly more and more difficult to not give in
to sin. I started getting vain, lustful, greedy. I would steal
pirate software online and sunk to watching inappropriate contentography. I
actually believe that inappropriate contentography is one of the worst evils in
the world. It is like that because it corrupts you. If you
watch it once or twice you get addicted. It is worse than any
drug. Eventually the world you see just turns to a black and
white nightmare and your stuck watching these human beings
twisted in to sex objects. Everytime I looked at inappropriate content I felt
remorse, but I kept on pushing it down. Can you tell how this
is a trap?
Eventually I found this site and I posted explaining that I
felt I couldn't repent. Jesus said that all sin could be
forgiven except the blasphemy against the Holy Spirit. A kind
and encouraging member of this site called "Whitehorse" took me
under his wing. He told me that it was okay and I needed to
build my faith that the Lord could heal me. But my faith was
weak and I was still rebellious. I had buried the nightmare of
the darkness inside me and pretended to myself that everything
would turn out ok. Time and time again I felt as I was being
drawn to seek repentance.
Whitehorse explained some things to me that I didn't know. He
was a Calvinist and believed in things like TULIP which teaches
that we are totally incapable of believing in Jesus or seeking
God on our own; it is Grace, he draws us. I don't know what you
think about this. I saw many positive things about reformed
theology which I didn't know at all previously. I've got all of
Whitehorse's letters on my hard drive. But I kept on getting
disappointed that God didn't seem to be hearing my prayers. He
seemed completely silent. He had abandoned me. My worst fears
were confirmed: either God didn't exist or I was unforgivable.
Whitehorse tried again and again to tell me that I must walk by
faith and not by feelings. He told me to reform my behaviour
and sincerely seek God with all my heart. But I ignored him and
chose to pretend to be good, knowing that really I was
insulting God. Things got knotted up and insular. It was a big
mess.
I started seeking spirituallity elsewhere. I read books about
Eastern religions.
The occult interested me.
Whitehorse used to post a lot. He was very respected on this
forum. We spoke constantly in private messages. Then he
disappeared. He stopped coming online in 2006. I prayed for
him. I hoped he was okay and that I would hear from him soon.
But there was nothings. I am scared and scarred that somehow I
might have murdered him by some form of black magic. I didn't
do a ritual or anything like that. I didn't even read a book
about curses or anything. It was just a worry.
This is the most important part of my story. I want to come
back to God, I want to repent. Please help if you can. What can
I do that will help me the most? I feel pretty much hopeless
apart from the fact that I still seem drawn to God and Christ.
There are often blasphemous thoughts that come through my mind
and heart. I don't like them. I need deliverence. I want to
break free from the devils chains. Presumption is a problem. I
feel locked in to evil thoughts and ways. I feel violence and
hatred and all sorts of bad things inside. How can I break free
from this?
Tonight I have been praying. I've been praying a lot in the
past few weeks.
I haven't told you everything in this post but I have tried to
give a good picture.
Is there still hope?
Any help would help me,
Thanks for listening to this,
Matt