- Apr 16, 2017
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- United States
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- Faith
- Christian
- Marital Status
- Single
Hello all!
This story is gonna get kinda long.
My Story:
Alright, here it goes. So I was 8 when my dad moved about 3,000 miles away. This is when I believe the evil beings came in. They caused me to become violent and believe in false conjectures. But, miraculously, after walking into the classroom in 4th grade, the evil beings slowly started to have less influence over me.
By 7th grade, I was probably the best student in the school grade-wise (no bragging intended). However, the evil beings returned in the summer. I got into a silly argument with my mom about staying up until midnight, and the demons eventually made me lash out.
And so, I got sent to a mental hospital (this was not the first time that happened). After the mental hospital, I went to a transitioning-to-home-type facility. There, the staff treated me so poorly, I started to have depression (though, I didn't realize it until a few years later).
Because of my depression, the evil beings possessed me every night. Not only that, but I missed more than 60 days of school (that's more than about 1/3 of the school year) due to sleeping late.
My mom then declared herself unable to take care of me and was ready to give me to the state (meaning I would live in a group home). But my dad was not going to allow that. He stepped in to take care of me, and as a result, my level of depression lowered. However, it did not cease.
While I was with my dad, I made a wish to God (even though I was atheist at the time), saying I would become a hero. I had no idea how that wish would affect my life.
Well, living with my dad was short-lived. It only lasted about two years (gee, thanks mom). So, I moved in with my older sister who was in college near my dad.
About 4 months after I moved, one of my friends from when I lived with my dad contacted me and said he was talking to an angel. This "angel" got us to believe some super-crazy things, like a war between angels and demons. Well, turns out, after my second major mental hospitalization that the "angel" claimed its name was Astaroth, which is the name of the "Archduke of Hell", which is the leader of the demonic army, according to Wikipedia.
So I got angry, and I almost forced a war between angels and demons. Almost. Before I did what I planned on doing, I asked God if I was doing the right thing, and to make an event happen to tell me not to carry out my plans if He didn't want me doing what I planned.
Well, that exact thing happened. I explained a vision I had on another forum and a person PM-ed me about that vision and told me to e-mail him. I did, and he told me that he actually went through a similar experience. This person guided me and told me to watch out for any type of magic or spirits because it would just attract more evil beings.
So, in conclusion:
[Wally's battle theme from Pokemon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire plays]
I am currently in the process of re-aligning my life to my back-up plan (what my plans were if my wish didn't come true). I will work hard and live a good life knowing that I am doing what God intended me to do.
I will no longer listen to any voices or images in my head. All they do is mess things up for me. Though, it will probably take a long time before they actually go away.
I will listen to God alone and attempt to help anyone with similar problems. In doing so, I will help heal myself.
The hero I wanted to be will never exist, but I will instead be a different kind of hero. One that helps people by being their support system. By providing them with the right resources.
My life's story is yet to be completed, but it will be amazing, just not in the way I intended, but rather, in the way God intended.
In order to show people God's Way, I will keep watch.
This story is gonna get kinda long.
My Story:
Alright, here it goes. So I was 8 when my dad moved about 3,000 miles away. This is when I believe the evil beings came in. They caused me to become violent and believe in false conjectures. But, miraculously, after walking into the classroom in 4th grade, the evil beings slowly started to have less influence over me.
By 7th grade, I was probably the best student in the school grade-wise (no bragging intended). However, the evil beings returned in the summer. I got into a silly argument with my mom about staying up until midnight, and the demons eventually made me lash out.
And so, I got sent to a mental hospital (this was not the first time that happened). After the mental hospital, I went to a transitioning-to-home-type facility. There, the staff treated me so poorly, I started to have depression (though, I didn't realize it until a few years later).
Because of my depression, the evil beings possessed me every night. Not only that, but I missed more than 60 days of school (that's more than about 1/3 of the school year) due to sleeping late.
My mom then declared herself unable to take care of me and was ready to give me to the state (meaning I would live in a group home). But my dad was not going to allow that. He stepped in to take care of me, and as a result, my level of depression lowered. However, it did not cease.
While I was with my dad, I made a wish to God (even though I was atheist at the time), saying I would become a hero. I had no idea how that wish would affect my life.
Well, living with my dad was short-lived. It only lasted about two years (gee, thanks mom). So, I moved in with my older sister who was in college near my dad.
About 4 months after I moved, one of my friends from when I lived with my dad contacted me and said he was talking to an angel. This "angel" got us to believe some super-crazy things, like a war between angels and demons. Well, turns out, after my second major mental hospitalization that the "angel" claimed its name was Astaroth, which is the name of the "Archduke of Hell", which is the leader of the demonic army, according to Wikipedia.
So I got angry, and I almost forced a war between angels and demons. Almost. Before I did what I planned on doing, I asked God if I was doing the right thing, and to make an event happen to tell me not to carry out my plans if He didn't want me doing what I planned.
Well, that exact thing happened. I explained a vision I had on another forum and a person PM-ed me about that vision and told me to e-mail him. I did, and he told me that he actually went through a similar experience. This person guided me and told me to watch out for any type of magic or spirits because it would just attract more evil beings.
So, in conclusion:
[Wally's battle theme from Pokemon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire plays]
I am currently in the process of re-aligning my life to my back-up plan (what my plans were if my wish didn't come true). I will work hard and live a good life knowing that I am doing what God intended me to do.
I will no longer listen to any voices or images in my head. All they do is mess things up for me. Though, it will probably take a long time before they actually go away.
I will listen to God alone and attempt to help anyone with similar problems. In doing so, I will help heal myself.
The hero I wanted to be will never exist, but I will instead be a different kind of hero. One that helps people by being their support system. By providing them with the right resources.
My life's story is yet to be completed, but it will be amazing, just not in the way I intended, but rather, in the way God intended.
In order to show people God's Way, I will keep watch.
