ScottyL said:
It's not for you to decide whether Ozzy is satanic or not. It's between him and God.
Lol I just realized that I listen to most of the bands that have been posted here.
And having a picture up won't invite demons into your house, it must have been something else. You said you were dabbling in things you shouldn't have been, that was what did it, not the pictures.
You should pay more attention to who posts what. I said that I was dabbling with things I had no business... I said nothing about any pictures. And the person who mentioned the pictures said nothing about dabbling.
Perhaps the evil in the room that this person felt was there because she knew deep down that there was something wrong. The again, maybe it was because God expected her to be above such things. He could have been letting her know.
As for pictures... I have no reason to doubt things like that could happen. I have had similar things happen to me, and these things happened way before I allowed myself to be persuaded to follow after another belief (Wicca, if it needs a name). Way before that, when I was a kid, there were a couple times I hung things on the wall, and they would mysteriously be moved to a chair arm about two feet from the wall. One was a picture of the magician David Copperfield, the other, a Valentines candy box (my mother taught me Valentines was pagan). I could have understood them fallinf from the wall, and had they fell, they would have landed on the floor. Everytime, they alwways ended up in exactly the same place. That chair arm. I accused my mom of doing it until I saw them moved again and I knew she hadn't been in my room. Needless to say, I finally threw them in the trash.
As far as my dabbling goes, I became enamoured with paganism, Wicca, witchcraft, spell-casting, whatever it was, about four years ago. One night when I was trying to sleep, I felt this horrible presence in the room. It felt cold, disgusting - in all honesty, I cannot really describe how it felt. But it was pure evil.
Up to that point, God had always been with me. No matter how rebellious I became, how hard I tried to get away from God and "do as I would", He always held on to me. Why? I do not know. But He did, and I am thankful.
That night, I prayed. I was terrified. I promised God that I would never ever again do those things which were so evil. It instantly disappeared.
None of this was my imagination. I was not the only person that felt this presence. But when I prayed, God heard, and He made it leave.
I love the LORD, because he hath heard my voice and my supplications. (Psalms 116:1)
