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He’s real. I saw him just before confirmation at the retreat they make the kids go on just before the big sacrament.
We were doing that slain in the spirit speak in tongues deal. Everyone was falling about and flicking their labias. It had me taken at first. And, then it was my turn – There was man sitting there staring at me. He didn’t say anything but I got a real creepy sense. I’ve never been more creeped out and it still burned into my mind. The priest tried to ‘slay’ me and I was willing until I got the sense that it was wrong – like something didn’t fit. You know that feeling when you’re about to be a real bad boy and you know you shouldn’t. Let’s say I wasn’t slain. I realize today it’s my choice to not believe that stuff. I’ve read books by monks and saints who achieve the ‘quiet’. They say hours senses and desire to experience things is often tainted. I’ve learned I don’t need a warm fuzzy feeling. If I sought that fuzzy feeling it means I doubt God. I’ll focus on the Eucharist to have communion with the Almighty.
So when you ask is satan real. Hell yes he’s real. I led a pretty bad lifestyle and for the past two years I’ve been good. That son of gun puts me into horrible dreams in vivid color from time to time – like once a month. “I’m going to get you!” and I get horrible images from time to time… stuff I couldnt make up. Until I went back to being a churchgoer I never dreamt. On the flip side there is the Holy Spirit and what a comfort He is. He pesters me too, but not the same way or as frequently. Let’s say I have no doubts anymore St. Thomas. The more priests I talk the more I understand this is normal and common. I’ve been told I must be doing something right. Moreover, watch a married couple. When things are just about to go right – the demonic drives a wedge between them. Original sin exists for a reason. We might have chosen it but satan helped it along.
Other than that its a normal regular American life. And, I’m not doing it ALL right because I still need to go to confession regularly, and laugh in the devil’s face. He’s a big wuss.
We were doing that slain in the spirit speak in tongues deal. Everyone was falling about and flicking their labias. It had me taken at first. And, then it was my turn – There was man sitting there staring at me. He didn’t say anything but I got a real creepy sense. I’ve never been more creeped out and it still burned into my mind. The priest tried to ‘slay’ me and I was willing until I got the sense that it was wrong – like something didn’t fit. You know that feeling when you’re about to be a real bad boy and you know you shouldn’t. Let’s say I wasn’t slain. I realize today it’s my choice to not believe that stuff. I’ve read books by monks and saints who achieve the ‘quiet’. They say hours senses and desire to experience things is often tainted. I’ve learned I don’t need a warm fuzzy feeling. If I sought that fuzzy feeling it means I doubt God. I’ll focus on the Eucharist to have communion with the Almighty.
So when you ask is satan real. Hell yes he’s real. I led a pretty bad lifestyle and for the past two years I’ve been good. That son of gun puts me into horrible dreams in vivid color from time to time – like once a month. “I’m going to get you!” and I get horrible images from time to time… stuff I couldnt make up. Until I went back to being a churchgoer I never dreamt. On the flip side there is the Holy Spirit and what a comfort He is. He pesters me too, but not the same way or as frequently. Let’s say I have no doubts anymore St. Thomas. The more priests I talk the more I understand this is normal and common. I’ve been told I must be doing something right. Moreover, watch a married couple. When things are just about to go right – the demonic drives a wedge between them. Original sin exists for a reason. We might have chosen it but satan helped it along.
Other than that its a normal regular American life. And, I’m not doing it ALL right because I still need to go to confession regularly, and laugh in the devil’s face. He’s a big wuss.