reply to post by eNumbra
I needed some time to write this.
KyleOrtonArmy thank you. It is extremely hard to put into words.
eNumbra, Empire, since you asked, I'll try to tell you. I'm just shaking just thinking about it. There was a time I would have. An extremely low
point in my life. The type of point where you don't know if you want to live or die. I thought about it. Even voiced possibilities. Never made a deal
though.
All those possibilities came to me as temptations at one point in time or another. I was attending church, but not really sure where my faith lay.
Talking the talk, but not walking the walk at the time. I stopped going to church and stopped believing. Maybe not all together. I cheated on my
husband twice with two different men, but my thoughts went much, much darker.
It was during that time I saw at least a demon, if not satan himself. I don't know how I knew, but I knew. I saw darkness forming into a shape of a
man with a hood over his head. It was large, tall, formidable. I never felt such intense hatred in my life. It was as if pure hatred was directed at
me. Never in all of my experiences have I felt this. I watched horror movies, had death threats, even an entire floor of a dormitory angry with me,
and not even an abusive relationship could compare.
The terror I felt, was 100 times worse than when the car my husband spun out and struck a tree at the very edge of a cliff. The tree saved us from
dying, and the seat belt saved me from flying through the windshield and down over the cliff.
Why the demon was there I'm not sure. Maybe to make a deal or lead me down a darker path. It attacked instead. I'm still not sure why, but the only
thing I can think that it was defining moment in my life. I knew at that exact moment the spiritual existed beyond a doubt, and that it was definitely
evil. Somehow I instinctively knew it was a demon. Maybe it felt or saw something in the spiritual shift so it decided to attack instead of talk.
It attacked extremely quick. It was more like it gathered all of his energy, and flew at me. All I could do was scream louder and longer than I ever
had. My husband told me this later. He never saw what I did. As soon as my husband put his arms around me, he felt something that hit him with a force
so great that it doubled him over. He was coughing and retching like a lung would come up. He almost got violently sick. The only thing that stopped
the attack was calling on Jesus, which I did as soon as I could.
When I reflect on it, I know I never written anything down, but I did voice the thoughts out loud. When they were ideas just in my head, nothing ever
came of them. When they were spoken, things started to happen. It usually was never good, then again I never made a deal. Why should the devil
guarantee anything good, unless he has something guaranteed in return? My life only started to turn around for the good after I really committed my
life to Jesus.
I know anything spoken or written down just gives him ammunition to use against you. Maybe not for a deal, but for temptations to throw at you at the
right time. Did I fall for the temptations? Eventually, Yes. Twice with two different men. I had much, much, darker, lustful thoughts. This was the
time I was walking away from religion and Jesus. I doubted everything, and starting to think it was all fake, hogwash, illusions. I got disenchanted.
It was at this time after I cheated on my husband that I encountered the demon. I believe the only way he was able to appear to me, was because I no
longer had any spiritual protection from God.
Empire I don't know why the story was written. Maybe it was to examine his own faith, to show the hypocrisy of people, or used it as a scare method
so people would be afraid of the devil. There's one important point to make here. The writer never wrote down what he would sell his soul to the
devil for. He only wrote down what the main character and his wife in the story sold it for.
There is a difference between the literary aspect of the short story along with a good discussion of what happened and why in the story, and having to
write an essay on why you yourself would sell your soul.
The story aside, if you don't see the difference, then what is the difference between asking a student how would they sell there soul to the devil,
and how would they give there life to Christ? You would get offended at the later. Just as many here would get offended on asking a student how they
would give there life to Christ.
I get offended when a teacher asks the student how would they give their life to the devil. Selling your soul to the devil is giving your life to the
devil. The student is not selling his/her soul just by writing their thoughts down, but gives satan the ammunition. There is no one here that can tell
me he is not real after what I been through.
PS. I wanted to add that I gave as much detail as I could of my experience, and that I'm comfortable in giving. There are some things you can't
explain or express. There are some things that never should be.
[edit on 26-2-2010 by Mystery_Lady]