I have SO many experiences – but, each time, it seems like it gets worse and worse.

I’ve seen demons before. I know I wasn’t sleeping. I saw some for the first time when I was about 15. I had been taking a nap. I ‘thought’ I had woke up, and got out of bed, and headed for my door. When I got to the door, I hesitated (had a ‘weird feeling’), but opened it anyways. When I went to open it, there was this tall man standing there. His presence SO incredibly scared me, that it’s kind of indescribable. He had long hair (black), he was wearing these black boots, was kind of ‘muscular’, was wearing a black shirt (long sleeve), and had brown eyes. I ‘gasped’ when I saw him, and tried to slam the door shut, but he was trying to grab me. He was pulling at me. I finally pulled my arm away, and went to try and shut the door. During the struggle, and as I was shutting the door, he tried to grab me by the neck/head. I turned a bit, and I was wearing these long gold earrings. During this part of the struggle, my earring was knocked to the floor – on the outside of my bedroom door. I finally managed to shout, “God, help me”, and was able to shut the door. Right after that, I woke up. My hair was blowing for a second, like a wind was coming through my room. I was scared, yet SO relieved that it was just a dream. I immediately thought about my earring that I had seen fall on the ground. So, hesitantly, I went to feel if it was still there. (They were about 2 to 3 inches long – this was in 1984.) My left earring was not in my ear. I could literally feel my pulse start to race – I was terrified to move. But, I got out of bed, walked to the door, and said, “God, please let that man be gone.” I opened the door, and there was my earring on the ground.

I have seen demons while I was lying in bed, from just waking up. It’s kind of like they don’t realize that I can seem them. Actually, they’ve all looked like ‘normal’ people – except for their eyes. And, whenever they realize that I’m looking at them, they’ve walked right over to me, and ‘locked eyes’ on mine. After that happens, I usually have to close my eyes, then when I open them, they are gone. They usually are just sitting around – looking really ‘sad’. I’ve seen quite a few of them together at one time, but only one will actually come over to me. (Never seen these in my house that I currently live in.) (That was also before I became a Christian, and was baptized. I became very far removed from God between the ages of 29 through 34. I am 43 now.)

Lately, I have had dreams where I think I’m awake, because I’m grabbing my cell phone to see what time it is. When I finally wake up, I look at my phone, and realize that the time I ‘thought’ I saw was actually a few minutes before. (This happens usually when I take naps on the weekends.)

But, what brings me to this site TODAY is what has been occurring a lot lately. I go to sleep, and it’s as if I’m being invaded by spirits. Sometimes I can see them. Sometimes, I can feel them. I usually cry out for Jesus – although sometimes, I can’t speak or scream, or anything. But, I’ve learned out to ‘train’ myself to be aware of what’s going on, so my subsconscious mind can call out to Jesus to rebuke the spirits in His name, and it seems to be working. Last night, I kept having to say it, and with each time I said it, I could feel ‘cold chills’ moving through me.

I try not to let these things scare me. I have really grown spiritually, and I can tell the difference in my spiritual side, and my physical body. I can sense my spirit, and other people’s spirit. The demons don’t really bother me, because I know the answer – Jesus! But, what does bother me, is knowing that my ‘spirit’ has traveled around my house (while my physical body is sleeping.) I’ve had too many instances where I’ve seen different clocks throughout my house.

I also dream things that are future events – I dreamt that death of my brother 1 year before. God has also shown me things that were in my future that have happened – wrecking my car (a few years ago), etc. I’ve seen a couple of other things that have really scared me (nuclear clouds coming over a field…fire on everything, and other ‘stuff’.)

Since this article I’ve had several similar experiences: sleep paralysis with scary [demonic?] forces or being in a hypnagogic state when I hear a doorbell or feel a movement around me though no one is there.

I understand the fear of being pulled into hell. Our bodies [personalities] have fear of losing itself [its ego] so when we anticipate an unknown force in our part body/part spirit state… our bodies minds are naturally inclined to think “Oh my god this is scary and I’m in trouble.”

And you are. Your ego [brain] may very well lose itself when you are sucked back into sleep OR into the spirit realm. But my ego always make it back. So far. And if it didn’t, my brain wouldn’t know it anyway. :-)

I’d say about a year ago I had my first encounter so to speak. Up to this point I didn’t have many dreams I could remember, and rarely remembered my nightmares. I reached a point in my life where I was thinking about how different the Christian lifestyle was from the rest of the world’s, just in general, about how different religions and beliefs, were similar with major differences and how most people believe them to be all the same, with changes to the name of their deities.

I was dreaming I went to a party with a few close friends, and the party lasted long enough that there were only a handful of people left at their house. One of which was his wife’s best friend, a neighbor, myself and of course the owners of the house. Throughout the night I observed the behavior of individuals at this party. When it came to my attention that I was being watched as well. I’m young and was determined to fun the right way. So I had a few drinks, lots of laughs, lots of discussion, a little dancing. When my friends wife came to me asking me about her closest friend I answered in honesty, “she’s pretty, but she isn’t for me”. It perplexed her but I think she understood later that evening I was too drunk to be drive, and the circumstance seemed to be universal throughout the patrons. But most could walk home and they did with guidance of family and friends that were sober, or ‘not as drunk’. In any case, I was to bunk in the spare bedroom, with the same ‘friend’ that was mentioned earlier. I inquired about the couch. found it lacking and calimed it as my spot for the night. It was only right, even in my drunken state I’d knew, that situation would only bring about trouble. Brief exchange with the women took place, and I claimed that it was not right for me to sleep in the same bed as her, and since there was only one spare bed, I’d settle on the couch. Perplexed the married couple went to bed. The house settled down and I went to sleep in my dream, which it seemed shortly there after was interrupted by this woman seeking a companion that was not to be had. She was already nude, which was strikingly alarming, since I’d refused thrice. She assumed I was just too shy to go that far, and was as her motto she knew what men really wanted. This fun dream quickly took a nose dive, and when I awoke I couldn’t breathe for being someone so small, looking to be about 110lbs, she weighed a ton. As I came from dream to reality I could push her off in the dream. And realized I was pushing at air in reality, and still unable to breathe. I struggled with this weight on my chest crushing me, so i rolled out from under it, as you would if something heavy fell and pinned you. when I rolled I felt a cold air rush into my lungs. The greatest feeling of relief, washed over me, but I was still on high alert. My mind was going a hundred miles an hour and I had no idea why that dream was so real. As I gathered my wits and soaked in my surroundings I noticed that I was drenched through and through with a cold sweat, and to add to my alarm. there was a shadow standing in the middle of the room. Not in a corner, not against the wall, and you can’t say it was street lights because there are no street lights where I am at. I lifted my head, only to banish any thought of normal-ness. The shadow didn’t move when I moved. As a shadow created by light wood. After I realized this, I studied the shadow briefly mind you, but prolific training kicked in and I notuced the shadow was about 5′4″ of incalcuable weight, cause you can’t judge the weight of a shadow. It looked like a mix between an extremely anorexic female, a skeleton, and plain out darkness. It looked to be wearing a grin of anger on its face, the only type of anger you see when someone is looking for a bloody revenge to something as innocent as someone else getting selected to have a lolipop.

I laid awake for a minute or two, not sure what to make of the situation when I rolled away from the shadow, and muttered somewhat to my own astonishment, “just leave me alone”. when I rolled back over to get the light. The shadow was gone, but I still hit the light, and still got up to take a warm shower, drink some water, and change into dry clothes. I went back to sleep, and without incident.

That same night… I fall back asleep and I had the most amazingly comforting dream! I dreamt that I was in heaven! I remember feeling this power so strong! I felt Gods presence all around me and he gave me the gift of wings. He made me an Angel! I was surrounded by my family and felt so very loved!

Thats my story…. I’m sure it probably sounds crazy but this truly did happen! I’m interested in hearing comments or opinions about this experience. For me this experience leads me to believe that God is very much real and when you need him, he will be there for you! I feel like I was under attack by a demond that night and God saved me!
Jessica