re: Do You Believe In Demons?

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Let me suggest a non catholic church. Try a Christian church.

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Let me suggest a history lesson and a heavy dose of logical introspection.

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Personally I landed a job 5 times bigger than the past years total annual revenue a month after I started tithing.

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What happens if you stop tithing? Do you lose your job? Get demoted?

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I love your sig line.

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Thanks for the stories.

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What happens if you stop tithing? Do you lose your job? Get demoted?

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Angels come and break your legs.

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I got some popcorn and want to hear about demons. To hell with y'all's views. Do I need go bump that night time ghost story thread? Don't make me do it! Don't make me play hard ball! Demon experiences. Now. Go!

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Ok.

This is based on a true, and a personal, story.

Let me preface this by saying I am agnostic. I do believe in spirits, and some type of higher power, but I do not think man can easily define what "it" is. I believed that before what I am about to tell you happened.

And if I didn't believe that before then, my mind was about to be changed.

NOW to stay on point.

I lived with my uncle in London back in the summer of 1988. I was going to be a senior in high school, so I wasn't a little kid.

My uncle lived in the "American" area of London (lot of expats) around St. John's Wood. He was an oil executive, so he spent most of the week up in the North Sea area, based in Aberdeen, Scotland. Therefore I was at his flat most of his work week by myself.

At first it was great. I spent time independently, hanging around with other American kids, spending a sizable weekly allowance, and doing whatever I felt like doing.

Now this was a big flat, and it was old (1600s). It had four bedrooms and was three stories.

Two bedrooms were downstairs, one bedroom was on the main level, and one was upstairs.

The kitchen, den, master bedroom and another small bedroom were on the bottom floor.

The biggest guest bedroom, the living room, entry way, and dining room were on the main floor.

The upstairs was one bedroom, a small nook, and a balcony that look out on the crescent (a park created by all the flats in a block backing up on to a common area.

The stairs up to the front door led from the bottom level to the main level.

I slept in the bedroom on the main level.

Initially.

I had been there a few nights, and one night I woke suddenly out of a dead sleep. I was sweating and shaking. I immediately knew something was in the room with me. I mean immediately, and nothing like this had ever happened to me before. (It felt like it did when I was a small child and would not open my eyes, but knew one of my parents was watching me sleep.)

However, I knew that whatever "it" was, was not watching over me with a kind smile, but instead had very, very malicious intent.

I tried to just tell myself it was ok, and did the "pull-the-blanket-over-the-head" routine, but it felt like the evil entity in the room was growing. And getting closer to me.

Finally I bolted out of the room and ran downstairs. I felt like I was being followed still. (Doing the looking-over-your-shoulder-suddenly thing.)

I tried to find some place in this enormous flat where I felt safe. But I felt like I was never alone.

Finally, I ended up sleeping behind the couch because I felt the safest there.

A couple of days later the same thing happened. Finally it happened one more time. I was not freaked out. I was scared for my life.

At that point, I refused to sleep in that room ever again. I ended up sleeping on the couch (when I wasn't traveling) in the living room for seven weeks. I moved my belongings into the upstairs bedroom.

I never felt the presence again.

I did not say anything about this to my uncle. He was a "devout" atheist, and it would have fallen on deaf ears. I just told him the beds hurt my back because I had injured it earlier in the summer.

I spent the rest of the summer enjoying Europe at this point. I just kept the door to the room closed when I was there, and finally got over my feelings of dread...

Now fast forward to a couple of years later. I was hanging out with his daughter (my cousin) out in San Francisco, and started telling her about my stay over there. (We had never talked about it before.)

She used to live in the flat, but had moved state side with her mom years before I had visited.

I casually mentioned, with a little embarrassment, the fear the flat had invoked in me.

She turned ashen white.

I had actually not told her the room I had slept in initially, but she told me exactly which room it was.

I felt the hair on my neck stand up.

That was her room as a baby and small child, and her parents did not believe her that something bad was in that room. When she could, she also would run and hide in the living room like I did to escape it.

Eventually, as she got older and moved to the upstairs bedroom, she took it upon herself to try and find out why that room scared her some much.

And eventually she found out that someone had been murdered right outside of the bedroom on the front steps, in a fight over a cheating wife. This had happened back in the 1700s.

I asked my uncle about it, and he knew-- he said everyone in the neighborhood was aware of the reputation the house had because of former owners-- but he thought it was nonsense. He said he was never bothered by anything there, but I think he just was ambivalent to it.

I also, quite frankly, was pissed off that he never said anything about it to begin with. That was how scared I had been.

I never talked to him or my cousin about it again.

To this day, and even typing this, I feel freaked out when I think about it. And that was over 25 years ago.

I have never felt, before or since, anything like that. And the fact that it was vicious was what makes me believe it was some type of "demon" (or whatever label you would like to place on it).

I need a drink now...

bullshite

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I have no belief system when it comes to deities

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My atheism only exists in a world where your belief system exists...

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Pick one, already. You say your an atheist and your are not a atheist.

You are an atheist will zero evidence to support your beliefs.

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I don't happen to think leprechauns are real

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You are now talking about leprechauns. You have hit the point where it is just looking very very sad for you. Desperation does that to you.

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My atheism only exists in a world where your belief system exists

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So how can your entire atheist belief system be based off of something you 100% disbelief in when your atheist beliefs have zero evidence to support it?

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Congrats...you just described a debate! If your evidence is good enough, you'll win and convince me

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Again, my faith is not the topic here. Stay on topic. You can currently present zero evidence and zero proof that there is no god. You have convinced nobody of the validity of your atheist faith because you can not list one bit of evidence that god does not exist.

I can only hope that no one responds to you as we are finally getting some decent stories

you're good

at this point he is just a troll

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Post it.
Given you've been anything but an honest player while having this little discussion I feel no obligation to meet you half way, but if I have time I might read it. Maybe someone else will as well. I will add I did enjoy how you've already suggested that if someone doesn't agree with it they are not taking it seriously. Nothing like poisoning the old well, am I right?

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GeaxuTigerTM here is a woman's story and her testimony. Maybe it will speak to you. You will probably just laugh. But I can't help to think about when I tell you about god/jesus you have somebody whispering in your ear.

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Suddenly, I heard a different voice. One I've never heard before. He said, "He's a liar."

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Let me know what you think.