Except for Me

An interesting thing happened last night. I wrote about demons yesterday, and I saw one in my bedroom later.

I was sleeping, and I woke up and saw a tall, skinny female figure at the foot of the bed. Its head was maybe 7 feet off the floor, so it had to be hovering. I believe it was trying to look taller and more intimidating.

It had a shag hairdo that went down past its shoulders. I could not see its face. It was black, its gown or robe was black, and the room was dark. I could see light around its hair, as if light were illuminating it from behind.

I hate having my sleep interrupted by bad dreams and creepy experiences. It’s exasperating.

I got very angry and told this thing to get out of my house, and then I went back to sleep.

It seems like we have demons who are closely associated with us, like evil reflections of the guardian angels people talk about. I think that when you cast these things out, they act like jilted ex-girlfriends who can’t handle denial. They come back, like Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction, trying to make you think you can’t get rid of them and hoping you’ll let them stay.

Demons and angels appear to have careers, just like us. They have assignments. Being cast out must be like being forced into retirement. It must be a disgrace that comes with consequences. I can’t imagine Satan being an understanding boss. He is too much of a diva. Letting him down must be like working for Diana Ross and being too slow to bring her her bottle of ionized water. It must be like standing too close to Patti Labelle’s luggage at the airport.

I think Satan is effeminate. It’s a feeling I can’t shake. He acts like a woman. Jealousy, spite, deceit, revenge, bitterness, an obsession with destroying those who reject him, combined with a sick craving to be with them…these are not masculine traits. A masculine spirit would come to you face-to-face and break your arms.

The feminine approach makes sense when your power is limited. When you don’t have brute force on your side, you have to weasel and plot. When you get more power, you can take a more direct and more masculine approach. In his book 23 Minutes in Hell, Bill Wiese said he was imprisoned with two demons who simply walked up to him, grabbed him, and tore him to pieces. Satan has more power in hell than he does here, so he doesn’t have to be coy. Up here he has a vigorous sales campaign going on, so he probably has to be careful not to queer it.

Satan attacks people when they’re asleep. Boy, is that a feminine tactic. Ask John Bobbitt and the other guys who share his fate.

I can’t swear the thing I saw was real, but I was definitely awake.

I can’t stand these things. I wish God would give me the power to twist their heads off. I wanted to get up and crush this thing’s skull. If I could, I would seek demons out and shred them alive, 24/7. Nothing is worse than a bully you can’t hurt. I truly hope they suffer when they’re cast out.

It’s interesting that the spirit and its clothing were black. Black is a very hot “color” among God’s enemies, the leftists. The townspeople in Sundance call the film industry folks who crowd the place every year “the people in black” because that’s what they wear. Black clothing symbolizes arrogance, power, and danger, and it has an anti-Christian feel to it. It seems like the more toxic and lifeless a religion is, the more likely its officials are to wear black.

Satan does a lot of work on the black side of the earth. Half of the earth is always blackened because it faces away from the sun. That’s where demonic activity is highest.

I have two relatives with serious demonic problems. Left to themselves, they close windows and keep their homes dark. They don’t clean. They make houses stink like crazy. Turn on a light, and they turn it off. Open a window, and they close it. Strange.

Christians don’t take demons seriously at all. I don’t take them as seriously as I should. I’m surrounded by these pathetic, poisonous things, like a man swimming in a tank full of sharks at night. I ought to be focusing more on fighting them and cutting off their food.

How many people do medical research every day? Millions, maybe? How different the world would be if we had that many people working to become supernatural warriors.

In related news, I’ve had a new development in my relationship with God. I seem to be able to get into his presence at will, instantly. I keep trying to remember to do it. I stay in his presence as much as I can. It’s a problem when I do it in bed, because I generally fall asleep in a few minutes. I can’t focus on God and also exert effort to stay awake.

One of the things I pray for is for God to help me and my friends stay in his presence as much as possible. I also pray for him to minimize the presence of counterproductive spirits and people in our lives. I believe he is giving me what I ask for.

I can’t say amazing things happen when I’m in his presence. I get huge waves of faith, and I feel very peaceful, but it’s not like lights shoot out of my head and dramatic background music comes on. The fillings aren’t falling out of my teeth and being replaced with enamel. I’m a real person, not an actor in a ridiculous catsuit in a Marvel Movie. Still, I want God’s presence. He makes good things happen whether I feel them or not. I’ve spent a gigantic amount of time in the presence of evil beings. I need to make a switch and stick with it.

The other day, counterproductive thoughts came to me. I heard some kind of filthy joke in my head. I shut it down instantly. I was not having it. Then I realized something: my mind is very clean now, compared to the mind I had even 5 years ago. I was amazed. I used to think trashy thoughts were just fine, and I didn’t think I had an obligation to do much about them. I didn’t think I had much control. How different things are now. We are responsible for our thoughts and feelings, and God would not hold us responsible if we didn’t have the power to change them.

Our filthiness grieves the Holy Spirit. He doesn’t want to be around dirty jokes, lustful conversation, hatred, and so on. Those things make demons comfortable. It makes sense that a person whose mind is cleaner would have more of God’s presence within him.

This new cleanliness is something I’ve been praying for. I knew I was grieving the Holy Spirit, and I wanted to stop. The Holy Spirit cures diseases. He teaches us things. He guides us to victory and success. He’s not merely an option; his presence is necessary. I wanted his help, and he only gives it on his terms. A man of God wouldn’t move into a filthy shack full of meth-addled bikers, yet we expect the Holy Spirit to move into us and share quarters with demons.

The world is nothing like the picture our corrupt, blind society paints. It is very different from our popular conceptions. The supernatural is what matters. Hard work and pride will get you nowhere. You can’t trust your heart. You don’t have what it takes to succeed. You shouldn’t follow your dreams. We don’t know how to live correctly. We are only familiar with the counterproductive crutches and Band-Aids we’ve been taught to use. Carnal tools are just crude compensation for the lack of Holy Spirit power. We don’t know how to live, because we’ve never seen anyone live the way God designed us to.

I look forward to being on the other side and seeing the truth clearly. I want to see the vile things that work against us. I want to know all about their organization. I want to talk to God face to face. I want to hear him confirm the things he has told me down here. When everything is revealed, a lot of people who ridiculed Christians are going to be put in their places. There will be a feast of crow. We’ll see people who laugh at God down here, talking very earnestly about demons and angels.

If things aren’t working out for you, you are probably using the wrong weapons and fighting the wrong enemies. Something to think about while you still have time to change.