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A demon is a paranormal, often malevolent being prevalent in religion, occultism, literature, and folklore. The original Greek word daimon does not carry the negative connotation initially understood by implementation of the Koine daimonion, and later ascribed to any cognate words sharing the root. In Ancient Near Eastern religions as well as in the Abrahamic traditions, including ancient and medieval Christian demonology, a demon is considered an unclean spirit, sometimes an evil angel, the spirit of a deceased human, or a spirit of unknown type which may cause demonic possession, calling for an exorcism. In Western occultism and Renaissance magic, which grew out of an amalgamation of Greco-Roman magic, Jewish demonology, and Christian tradition, a demon is a spiritual entity that may be conjured and controlled. — Wikipedia
My Demon Experience…
by Charles Marcello
I am going to tell you a story that actually happened to me why I was a young child. As a matter a fact, I only have three memories of my very early childhood. In one of those memories I wee-weed in my pants at daycare and had to wear a diaper, my older brother and sister laughed at me, while I cried. The second one, we are on the freeway heading back from SeaWorld, funny… I don’t remember going to SeaWorld but I remember this… anyway like I was saying, we are heading back from SeaWorld and I have my head hanging out the back of the family station wagon. My mother warns me to stop it and to bring my head back into the car or I will lose my SeaWorld Captains hat. As if she had physic powers, or more likely, she brought down upon me the wrath of the mother curse… you know one of the many curses parents can conjure up, like; ‘I pray you have children that behave just like you…’ because a few seconds after that warning there went the hat. I remember slumping down up against the sidewall of the station wagon just starting to cry when my older brother started laughing at me. So I punched him in the nose and took his. My mother made me give it back. Well those are two of the three memories I have of my very early years. What I’m about to describe next will seem outlandish, ridiculous, and/or just plain weird. There is two parts to this story. My actual experience and then a story I watched on one of those learning channels where I learned someone else had an experience with the exact same demon almost nine hundred years before mine.
|I’m a violent sleeper. Well I used to be, my wife is having none of it… I also have been known to sleep walk from time to time. I’ve never been awoken while sleepwalking, however, I have found some pretty interesting changes in my room. Like my two pillows neatly stacked one on top of the other inside my closet with the door closed. When, when I went to bed I used one for my head and the other for a snuggle buddy. Plus other weird stuff I have awoken too after an interesting nights sleep. Not to mention two of my teenage friends have a story they can share for the rest of their lives about that time I got up, while sleeping, grabbed my rifle, loaded it, and told them, ‘the next person who bothers me while I’m sleeping is going to die.” They wanted to drive my car and I wanted to sleep, so much so I guess I was willing to kill for it. I don’t remember doing any of that, but I do remember asking them when I awoke why they put my rifle in bed with me. They were pissed at me, saying stuff like, “dude you’re such a dick”… I was finally able to convince them I did not remember any of it… Nor do I remember doing anything with the pillows I mentioned earlier, and I don’t ever remember hitting my mom, let alone being violent with her while sleeping. But apparently I’m guilty of all it… The game my mother used to play with me was, catch him before he falls asleep and send him to bed, or… get bruised up. For whatever reason this night my mother didn’t want to fight with me, she had failed to pay attention and decide to leave that violent little sleeping bastard were he (I) lay.|
I have no idea how long I was asleep, all I know is when I finally opened my eyes the house was dead silent. Every light in the house was turned off, except a single nightlight that was allowed to shine as a beacon for those late night bathroom adventures. I remember sitting up and rubbing my eyes. I remember looking around to get my bearings, while wondering why I was still in the living room. I was just about to get up and head towards my bed when I saw a strange grayish light coming from the Television. I remember staring at it, while yawning and thinking I’m to tired to care. When as the cliché goes, out of nowhere smoke started to appear inside the TV. I was like, now isn’t that strange. Or perhaps I have added that thought to my experience, I mean I was only two or three years old. I remember watching the smoke roll around inside the TV, and I remember I was about to leave the smoke and the TV alone to play by themselves, when I noticed a figure starting to form behind the smoke. It didn’t take long for the creature to appear, what I found more interesting than him at that moment was how the smoke started pouring from the television. I remember not being afraid of this creature, for lack of a better description of how I felt as I looked at that demon staring at me from behind the tube, was well, no big deal. I remember he began speaking to me, at first he was very pleasant. What was said between us I have no idea. I only have a video memory of this experience. Even some thirty eight years later, the visual experience is still extremely clear inside my mind. I believe we spoke at some length. At first everything was extremely casual, I even remember laughing at something he said. Then towards the end of our conversation I think he asked me for something or told me not to do something, and I must’ve said no. Because he got pissed. I remember him flinging his arms while apparently yelling at me. I remember spit coming from his mouth and a face so violent it gives me goose bumps just thinking about it. Yet for some reason I don’t remember being scared. Probably because I thought he couldn’t leave the TV. I remember standing up and yelling right back at him and pointing my finger. This went on for a few seconds or minutes, (I’m not really sure), and the more we screamed at each other the angrier he seemed to become.
I guess I said something that sent him over the edge because he started to climb out of the TV. I remember for the first time being afraid of this creature. I remember turning to the right and running for everything I was worth. I remember making another right and passing a small wall and then I was basking in the brightest white light I have ever seen. There was white clouds on the floor and as I ran basking in the white light and clouds I felt completely safe. When I reached the hallway I remember feeling so unafraid I stopped and turned around. When I turned around I remember watching that creature pumping his little arms for everything they were worth as he was tearing in behind me. However when he noticed the bright white light and white clouds on the floor he came to a very sudden stop. So much so that I remember watching him rollup on the balls of his feet and toes as he tried to avoid the clouds. When he was successful in that, he glared first at the white light and then at me. He really let me have it then. I mean to say… saying he was pissed off wouldn’t even come close to how angry he looked. His polite nice demeanor was gone, what I witnessed before me was evil in all its glory. The only part of his appearance that looked like the pictures of demons we see today was his ears. They were long and pointy. His skin was an orangeish redish brown. His eyes were black as coal and his teeth were like brilliantly white sharp little knives. His fingers and toes where like that of a small child’s and so too was the rest of his body, except he had muscular features. And his face looked like and aged’ old man with a horrible disfigure. And as he was screaming at me, as he was twisting from side to side looking like he was trying to find something to throw at me, all I can say is he was pissed, pissed, pissed! What I find strange about this little experience, outside of the whole damn thing, is I felt empowered. I felt like there was no way this little demon could hurt me, so I started making faces at him, taunting him. I remember shaking my butt at him, doing the whole pttth, (tongue in-between teeth), chanting, “you can’t get me you can’t get me.” What in the hell was I thinking! I mean I have to remember that I was only two or three, even still… I believe that was and still is the dumbest damn thing I have ever done in my life up to and including today. Because as I’m making my little faces at him, he stops! I noticed a calm come over him. And then he smiled! To this very day, as I am writing these words right now, remembering that smile… it still scares me, it still sends goose bumps all up and down my arms and spin. God how I hate remembering that stupid smile! But that’s not all. For you see, when he smiled at me he also began to levitate. He levitated just high enough to where the clouds wouldn’t touch him, and then he came flying towards me. I don’t even remember turning around all I remember doing was running towards me parents room for everything I was worth. (Some would say that demon scared me so bad I turned myself completely inside out and ran straight through my butt hole because it was the fastest way to get away… I‘ll give you a second to stop laughing… even though I must admit that probably aint to far from the truth.) The last thing I remember of that entire experience was pounding on a door and when it opened grabbing a hold of someone’s leg. The End!
What I wrote above is true, every word of it. When I’ve been asked how long I believe our conversation lasted I have always said I don’t know. It could have been a couple of minutes or an hour. I truly don’t know. What I remember after that experience is, I used to draw him all the time as a child. I remember getting into trouble in fifth grade for drawing him instead of listening to the teacher. As I got older however my thoughts about him faded. I think in the first thirty-five years of my life I talked about him to about ten people maybe a couple more then that. In the last few years I have mentioned that experience to a few more people, and now I find myself posting this experience on the Internet for second time for the whole world to read. I guess, as I stated earlier, I am starting to reach an age where I need to come to terms with that experience. Because now it gets even weirder.
I am twenty-six I believe, maybe a year older but I doubt it. I get home from work and the house is empty. I grab the paper, sit in my chair and turn on the TV, one of those learning channels is on. I am thumbing through the paper half paying attention to the TV and half focused on whatever it was I was reading in the paper. I don’t even know why I looked up from the paper, but just as soon as I did there he was again, his ugly face staring at me from the TV. I was frozen! Then the picture started to fade away and I could hear two men talking about that picture. I somewhat regained my composure, and started to frantically search for that stupid remote control, “Where the hell is it,” Finally! When I turned the TV up loud enough so I could hear what they were saying…. Apparently there is a book called, Demons, Witches and Goblins, or Goblins, Witches and Demons… or something like that … To my great surprise my demon has a damn near perfect depiction of him in that book. From what I gathered by listening to the rest of that show, a Princess in the eleventh century was said to have been visited by that demon. They say she had a dream about him. But I wonder. Because princess or not, back in those days…. The reaction of the Church was pretty dang simple… have a convo with a demon get burnt alive until you’re dead, very simple… so was it a dream, or did they just say it was a dream. Though I have searched for that book and that program over the years, to date I have yet to find either.
Well that is the story of my demon experience. Like I said before I don’t have any audio memory of that experience, I do not know what was said between us, I only have a video memory, so clear it could’ve happened yesterday. In my early years I was positive what happened to me was real… as I got older I forced myself to believe it was nothing but a dream. To this day I don’t know, honestly I don’t know what happened or why, I just know it is a real memory of something I experienced.
– Charles Marcello
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Hello Brenda Brown,
You do realize for those who have actually read the bible, from beginning to end, and have studied the world of Christianity what you just said sounds more like an excuse to ignore the evil that many believe exists inside the bible, instead of a rational explanation? I realize after watching/listening to countless sermons that Christians are taught to behave this way… search for those who seek god, ignore all those who try to take you away from “truth” inside the bible Yet what if your blind acceptance is what leads you and all Christians straight to hell? According to the bible the road to heaven is extremely narrow while the road to hell is extremely broad. Doesn’t it stand to reason that with over two (some argue as many as three) billion people who call themselves Christians then that means the bible, (or more correctly the modern interpretation thereof) is creating that broad road… so by the bibles own definition Christianity must be one of the that roads that leads to hell? Yes the same can be said for every other religion… yet I wasn’t raised to believe in any other religion than Christianity… so my search, though I’ve traveled down all the religious paths I can find, in my attempt to try and understand all the evils of this world… I know if things are going to get better I must start questioning my own house/belief system. Like; do you know how many Pope’s have said the bible is pure fiction? What If all the evil that many say exists inside the bible that is talked about in god’s name, is a clue to unlocking the bible? What if all the contradictions that many have found/say that exist inside the bible is yet another clue? I realize what I just said you might find offensive, yet that is not my intent… my intent is to have an honest conversation with any religious person who has to courage to stare into that mirror. Do you know how many books have been written by theologians demanding many parts of the bible have been changed? The most popular of those changes is the part in the bible where Jesus is quoted as saying, “he who is without sin cast the first stone…” according to some professional theologians that was completely made up by a monk and never spoken by Jesus… My whole point is, if you and people like you are right, and If I or they are wrong, then at the end of this conversation the evidence should be clear.
The same challenge could be said for the academic world and the evidence that exists all over the world for a highly advanced civilization that existed long before us… 10 thousand or more years ago… the evidence cannot be denied. We know the scars extremely large amounts of ice makes on rock because of how ice waxes and wanes every year… which means where ice hasn’t existed in thousands of years an ice age cannot be denied, or the world has shifted its axis. We know how weather erodes polished rock, we know how slow polished rock is eroded because of buildings we know man created 2500 to 3000 years ago… yet there are ruins that demands weather has been working on them a lot longer than 3000 years. We know how stars trek across the sky and with the help of computers we can roll back time and see when many of these monuments were created… which takes me back to the bible and all the religions of this world.. is there truth inside the bible and other religions… YES of course there is! Are there lies inside the bible and other religions added by men who lived before us? My own studies demands, yes of course there is.
Like you I have had my own, for lack of a better word, religious experiences, plural. One of my three earliest memories (somewhere around the age of two or three) was frightening… I have a memory of being visited by a demon, or what my memory believes was a demon. Plus I have survived many things that should’ve killed me… some demand each of these were nothing short of miracles… Things that don’t make a lick of sense that I somehow survived… that 99,999 out of 100,000 die and maybe, maybe, only one survives. I will describe one such miracle that happened to me, though I’ve survived many other incidents that should’ve killed me. At eleven years of age I ran into a very busy road, where the speed limit was 55 mph, without looking. I was hit by a car and was thrown about twenty or more feet into the air and flew across an eight lane road. This happened in West Covina near a Toyota dealership off of Hacienda Boulevard, near a Catholic Church. Anyone who knows the area over by the West Covina Mall in California can attest to just how wide that road is and that it hasn’t changed all that much since 1982. I ran into that road to watch a fire truck with lights and sirens… and wham! I can still see the firemens faces as they went by after I was hit by that car… When I landed on the other side of the road I picked myself up and walked back across the road to my brother and friends who witnessed the whole thing. They were all excited of course, and then they told me I was bleeding, so I ran into the bathroom at the car dealership and notice I had a puncture wound to the left side of my face, that people to this very day mistake as a dimple. I ruined that ladies windshield, and I refused to go to the hospital or that they should call the cops because I was more afraid of my mom, then of being hurt… because we walked eleven miles from home without permission… at that time we lived in Valinda Ca… those who know that area now know how far I walked home after being hit by that car, and now you all know I never went to the hospital. How does someone survive something like that without being totally ruined themselves? And I could tell each of you at least 10 more incredible things I’ve survived, like hitting a truck broadside on my motorcycle doing around 50 mph, because of Sun glare, and I walked away with a spranged ankle. Some argue each of these are miracles and that God is looking out for me… which to a point I believe this is true. It was a collective of these survivals, and my own religious experiences and other things that has helped push me to try understand our reality, our world… to try and understand what is and what is not true. I try hard not to believe in anything, I want to know, just like I don’t believe in god, I know God exists! Yet commonsense demands I should be dead and belief can only take someone so far… because history demands our limited reality is completely different than the whole of reality. The question I am also trying to answer is this… is it really a miracle or a curse that I survived all of these things? Because the more I learn the more I start to think survival isn’t everything its cracked up to be, because in the end, we all end up at the same exact place… we all die. Which makes me think all of this is the illusion, and only those who question everything will begin to see parts of the truth that are hidden right out in the open. I’ve spoken about my “religious” experiences and how I’m leaning as I read and reinterpret the bible in my other blogs. I may not know what the truth is, yet I sure as hell know what many of the lies are. All I want to do is study and talk with others about our reality, from every angle… and maybe together we can all reach a single truth.
Hi Charles Marcello.
Well, having read your very honest and open remarks and questions, there’s no doubt in my mind that you are sincerely trying to see the sense in everything, in particular, with the events that occurred in your own life. I will do my best to discuss this with you.
To begin with, if it’s at all possible, I would like to hear the account of the demonic visitation, as these guys do not visit people without cause, and the cause can range anywhere from – you’re a threat to them, to you’ve got something in your life that gives them every right to plant their foot in it. I once had demons, but was delivered of them, (not in a way Hollywood loves to portray), however, after thoroughly surrendering myself to God, was never bothered by them again. Believe me, they hate God, and anyone who stands for Him, but you can be free of their threats and torment. Though I do not know your account, even a visitation from them can put a ‘drag’ on your spirit, resulting in oppression and confusion that isn’t from your own mind or spirit, but theirs. Let me know if you want to pursue that end of it.
Regarding the Bible, I’m well aware that time has passed, translators don’t always know the real intent in the original, and things can get changed, but when God inspires the writing of anything, its solely up to Him whether or not that thing survives the ravages of what its going to pass through. He has made sure it’s viable enough that the truth can be seen in it. I have personally seen mistakes in the translation and in the copying of it, but the most important thing – the key if you will, to knowing what the truth is, is knowing the Spirit of God who wrote it. I’ve always said, if it’s written with inspiration, it must be read under inspiration.
That the Bible contains violence, even at God’s behest, is for 2 reasons. One, some of it is merely an account of what happened historically, and history is violent. And two, the Old Testament, being written (on the surface), for the Israelites, is cloaked, or better said, written as a type and shadow of what the reality of God is. The reason for this, is that the Israelites flat-out told God they didn’t want a personal relationship with Him – where He would speak to them and they to Him, but asked that Moses be their ‘go-between’. (See Exodus 20: 18-19) Knowing that without a relationship, Israel would never really know Him, and would surely go off track, rather than leave them destitute of any idea of God, He portrayed His spiritual principles in outward forms, and His truths in laws and rituals. That way, for anyone who was truly seeking God, a means to see the truth was at their disposal.
Death isn’t just physical. Even though our spirits live on forever, with whom they live, and in what state, is entirely up for grabs. Never underestimate the importance of your decisions – we either wound or assist in healing our spirits by every thought, word, and deed. God may have ordered certain killings, but you can be assured behind every such act, a spiritual truth was being revealed. And while physical death isn’t to be taken lightly at all, spiritual death is exceedingly worse. But when people like the Israelites of that time, do not want to relate to the truth, sometimes physical brutality is the only means of waking them up to what’s really going on in life. It’s way more than meets the eye.
As for your experiences, I agree, there’s no way you should have walked away from these things with as little damage as you did. There’s no doubt your guardian angel (and we all have one), was watching out for you. That doesn’t mean that everything’s okay, it means there is a purpose God would have you fulfill, but it’s in your hands to seek Him until He shows you what that is.
While I was brought up going to a particular church, it wasn’t until I sought God on my own, that I found Him, and experienced visions, dreams, angelic visitations, and conversations with Him. The church taught me virtually nothing that I needed to know to find God, but when I began following the way He’s laid down for us to find Him, it worked, and my journey began. While the church should represent God on this earth (after all, they name themselves after His Son), so often it’s man’s opinions and philosophy they speak and follow, not God’s truth. That’s about to change however, and you can bet the hierarchy isn’t going to like the New Way of God, any more than they liked it when Jesus became the New Covenant.
I hope this assists you, but I’m open if you’ve got more to discuss.
I don’t have any problems sharing my demon experience… I will post it here, but must warn, it will be a long story. Before I do that, I agree with many of the things you’ve said, even though I do take a different stance as to what the bible is actually saying when it comes to the Israelites choosing man over a personal relationship with god. I’m starting to think when the bible talks about the Israelites creating kings, the bible then turns into a warning of what happens to man when man looks to man for all his answers… or stated another way, when man starts looking for god anywhere else than from within, nothing but evil follows… which is I why I believe the bible purposely confuses people when it says God does evil works, and that god is responsible for all good and all evil. Yet to explain that entire train of thought I would have to write a book and take the bible on almost page for page… I no longer see the Stories of King David and Solomon as individual men, I see those stories as the entire story of the human experience once man stops looking for god anywhere else than from within… I believe the bible is screaming at mankind stop looking for god anywhere other than from within. The bible tells us to make no idols, yet that is exactly what churches and all their writings and icons are…. the bible says there shall be no other gods before god… yet that is exactly what the bible is, a barrier between man and god… ie, don’t say repetitive prayers, but if you must say this… (not that it’s not a good a idea… its says don’t… and than creates an out… that little piece inside the bible should speak volumes to those who are seeking the truth.) Yet to bring all of this into a coherent message will take so much time, not to mention it would be me trying to force my understanding onto others…. so instead I seek to have conversations with anyone who professes they believe that their belief is the only way to god. Because history proves beyond any doubt they are all wrong. What would say if I told you this statement used to have a question mark behind it… “am I my brothers keeper?” and the answer was… YES you are. Which means to me… only when humanity is working together can the whole world move in one direction towards a single goal of heaven on Earth… while anything less always leads every single generation straight to hell. Regarding Jesus, I don’t believe Jesus tried to create a new covenant, that was added later so men could control other men. I believe the message of Jesus is extremely clear, we don’t need men in funny hats and clothes or official books/doctrine nor rituals telling us how to find god… become still with a honest heart and you will hear god…. god speaks to all who listen. I believe all the Christ like figures whose story is found all over the world, was trying to tell the world religion is a false idol, and will only lead to pain and suffering. Which is the exact history of every single religion on this planet, before Jesus and after. He said, “they will destroy the temple and I will rebuild it within three days.” Everyone understands he was talking about his body, yet no one understands the bigger point… there is no physical temple that can be built by man to honor god, nor is there any book that can truly honor god… only a private personal relationship can build the only temple god is interested in speaking within. There is a quote that states, “the greatest lie ever told was the devil convincing the world he doesn’t exist.” Well I call BS, because… the greatest lie ever told has always been and will always remain, convincing even one person that any lie is the truth. All pain and suffering starts from that simple beginning. Which brings me to the point of mentioning some of those things I’ve survived. What if the reason I have survived all of those things is so I could say what I’m saying now? That’s a question I cannot honestly answer, though personally I don’t believe there is any way in hell that could be even remotely true. In order for us to seriously have this conversation, please scroll down and give your answers to why the bible seems completely confused regarding those things I asked of Starheater.
My next post will describe my memory of that demon experience.
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Hi Again Charles Marcello.
That was no dream, that was a demonic visitation, and I do believe what you said. Remember how he looked, because many who think the ufos are carrying ‘space races’, are seeing demons, who would love for us to believe they are just other people who are here to save us.
In any case, demons don’t waste their time. If they appear to anyone, it’s because there’s a good chance they can deceive the person, and eventually get them to fall. If they make a good attempt at ‘getting you’ like this one did, it’s fair warning to you that you have given them plenty of room in your life that they feel you’re game. You saw how he was ‘nice’ to you at the beginning – that’s what they do, try to disarm us, make us feel we’re okay and they’re okay, so we’ll let down our guard – at which point they can easily enter into our spirits. That’s exactly what I’m referring to with regards to ufos as well. Get us to believe they’re ‘friendly’, with good intent, and we’ll let them inside our spirits before we know what we’re doing.
Demons look for ‘doors’ into people, things that take people away from truth, honestly, goodness, benevolence, etc., and steer us into doubt, unbelief, fear, hatred – you know what I mean. Ouija boards, ufos, witchcraft, filthy life habits, (I could go on), all serve as doors for these beings, and once they’re into you, they inspire more of the same, reinforcing the grip of death on your spirit.
You’ve had demonic troubles from a very young age, I mean apart from this one you’ve shared. But at the same time the Word of God has found a place in your spirit, a place where you believe it, and it has kept you from the full extent of this creature’s violence. Your spirit is a battle ground between good and evil, and if you want to help yourself Charles, try talking to God from the attitude that He really does care about you, and all of us, and exercise some trust/faith. Read a bit of the Bible from the same attitude more often, and put aside things you know fall into the category of those doors I was speaking about. As you do, you will gain strength of spirit, and doubt and fear will start loosening their grip on you.
This being lived in smoke – the gray areas, and focussed on violence and arguing. That’s because you lean very hard towards these areas in your own being, if not outwardly. But God met you with clean, white light, and white clouds (I’ve seen these too). Smoke is anger, which fuels doubt and hatred – avoid it. It leads to arguing and more fighting, which again, fuels doubt, depression and hatred. Your white cloud is thankfulness, which fuels faith and benevolence – feed that, you can’t lose.
Thank you for sharing your experience. I find these things intriguing. I do hope you have benefited from this.
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