A dark encounter - A personal tale

Today I feel the need to broach a subject of a darker nature mostly in the hope for different perspectives on our situation, but also to serve as a warning against the darker forces...out there.

Earlier this year my beautiful free spirited daughter began to feel desperately ill. The symptoms were generalised, but so severe I feared the worst. She could hardly get out of bed. I took her to the doctor and we began by running a full spectrum of blood tests. Everything came back normal and the doctor hinted that we needed to take a look at depression as an underlying cause of the symptoms. At my wits end, I booked an appointment with a specialist and anxiously awaited the appointment. As a mom, there is nothing quite like the desperation you feel when your child is ill. The day of the appointment dawned, and the specialist's office phoned me and cancelled the appointment due to a medical emergency. I was devastated. At that very moment, my new friends walked into the shop, and I confided my unhappiness to them.

My friends play a significant role in this story, so let me explain further. I have a shop, and as regular readers will know, I am not particularly sociable, my tolerance for people's nonsense is pretty low. In my 20+ years of working in the shop it is safe to say I have never made a friend out of a customer, although there are a few people I really like and am friendly with. I define a friend as someone you can rely on and share feelings with. Throughout the years I have always maintained that my husband is friend enough for me. Which is still the truth. But somehow I connected with this crazy, unconventional person (and her husband) and we both realised, to our mutual amazement, we were friends.

My friends sat me down and staged an intervention. I had previously mentioned to them that my daughter only had one close friend at school. A rather handsome boy, one grade lower, who lived with his divorced domineering father, and holidayed with his weepy, neurotic mother. He was a regular visitor at our house, until his father banned him from our home, citing us as a bad example to his son's strict Christian upbringing.

My family and I all believe in God. We don't believe in church. Unfortunately, churches seem to be a repository of every negative human failing that they preach against. I also have a problem with organised religion, especially the fact that each one professes to be the only way. I find it ridiculous that a narrow section of of the world's population believe that they are the only ones who have a right to the kingdom of God. But I do believe in God, and unfortunately now, I do believe in the other side of the coin, Evil.

My new friend came right out and said it. My daughter's long time friend was possessed by a demon. This was a boy that I also loved. I had secretly hoped one day they would be more than friends. He had also been going through a difficult time at the same time my daughter was suffering. My daughter had described a strange fit he had had at break time. His eyes had rolled back and his body shook, but it was not an epileptic fit. 

My friend then explained exactly how she had come about this knowledge. Many years ago she had been encouraged to go out with a nice, church going Christian boy. This boy knew the Bible inside and out. This boy was a Satanist. Oddly, I knew the boy she was referring to. But more about that later. Eventually it transpired that he was the High Priest in a Satanic Cult. He needed to produce a first born, who was to be sacrificed, in order to increase his Dark power. There are many things my friend told me that I am unable to repeat, to protect her privacy. What I can say is that her infant daughter was threatened with rape, her mother was attacked in her house which the boyfriend also tried to burn down. My friend was raped, her skull was cracked and she was left for dead. Suffice it to say that she fought back, had some help, and the ex-boyfriend's whereabouts are currently unknown.

I don't consider myself to be particularly gullible and I had to weigh this rather fanciful story against a relationship I had with a child who had been my daughter's friend for years. A few factors helped me in reaching a decision. First and foremost was the fact I actually knew my new friend's ex-boyfriend. He had stayed with my mother-in-law (who had a habit of taking in strays) for a while until he was found sleeping with their domestic helper. He was creepy as hell. I also remember an incident a few years later where he came to our shop attempting to sell a lot of half burnt, or smoke damaged items...After that I never saw him again. My friend also told me about other members of our town's Satanic chapter (or whatever you call it.) I knew them all. One was my husband's best friend at school, and his entire extended family. This also did not surprise me, I have lived in this town a long time. In fact, it was a confirmation of suspicions.

We then had to stage an intervention with my daughter, that very day. How do you tell someone their best friend, their brother (how she referred to him) is possibly under the influence of a....demon?! My friend also told me she had the ability to see the demons, or true nature of people. We went to a local restaurant. I spoke to my daughter first, then called my friend and her husband. My daughter was more receptive to our conversation than I ever expected. Immediately odd events started happening around us. A priest that I had previously found disturbing came and sat in a booth near us, and never took his eyes off us. It was really disconcerting. Afterwards we had to go to the supermarket to get supper. You've just been told that your daughter is a possible future bride for a Priest in a Satanic Cult that wishes to sacrifice your future grandchild, but you still have to feed your family. There is no way I can describe how bizarre that feels. At the supermarket we seemed to be surrounded by strange men wearing open necked shirts and large crucifixes. This is not a normal look for our little town, and three separate men were just staring at us. 

My daughter broke off the friendship. Fortunately she had a boyfriend and he provided a lot of support. She told the boy that his psychological issues were weighing her down. He didn't accept it very well, but left us alone for the most part. We have had numerous strange occurrences since that day. We have been plagued by owls, often greeting us when we arrive home in the evening after yoga. Often they will hoot outside her bedroom window foe extended periods. Sometimes it happens outside my window. My one son described a black cat so large it looked like a Puma running through our house. My friend warned me. She said they never leave you alone.

I often wonder if my family is targeted because they have a certain purity of spirit. My husband broke off with his best friend as soon as weird behaviour manifested. In his case the instance of burning all his records as they weren't "Christian". Could they have given up on him, and gone for my daughter instead? This is pure speculation on my part. I have a two vivid memories that occurred during my last pregnancy, about eight years before our current situation. One was of me waking up in the middle of the night to a massive white owl sitting on the windowsill of a window facing my bed, staring directly at me. The sense of menace and foreboding I felt was indescribable. Around that same time, I had a dream visit from a long deceased grandmother, who surrounded me in a pink incandescent light of all encompassing love. And left me with the words...be strong. Which still reverberate in my head when I think of it. I nearly died of pregnancy complications and was fighting for my life in intensive care for 6 days. Hey, but I lived to tell the tale. One of the dreams I had during those hospital days, was of me physically fighting a demon, which had clung to my back, and me reaching behind and stabbing it to death.

My daughter is reaching the end of her final school year and is again suffering immensely. She is experiencing intense depressive episodes, which are be debilitating. The school phoned me and held a meeting with me. They think she might be a suicide risk. It is not possible to describe how it feels to be told this. As she is about to write her final examinations I was advised to put her on medication. Something we were both not keen on. Just this week we confided our situation to our yoga teacher. I am usually unwilling to discuss these matters as I sound weird to even myself. He was not shocked at all, and had a brush with the Dark side himself at one stage in his life. He is worried about my child being on medication, as he says this can weaken her psychically. I have decided to keep her on medication, at least until the end of the school year. Instinctively I feel she needs a break. Who can know if I am right or not?

To say that I am confused would be putting it mildly. I pray repeatedly to God to show me if I am making a mistake and condemning an innocent child as a demon. I am level headed, but also open-minded. I am hoping that things will improve when my daughter leaves school and that her symptoms are a last ditch all-out attack before she slips further out of this boy's control. He has recently smsed me out of the blue. I deleted it. I have also spotted him around town a lot more.

A couple of things have sparked this article. Since I have been on Steemit I have encountered two articles by self confessed Satanists. I muted them. Though everybody has a right to air their beliefs, I need to issue a warning that if you become involved in something like that, you may never escape. My brother had a friend, also from our town, who joined them. She moved far away in an attempt to escape their influence when she realised her mistake, but ended up committing suicide. There was another incident yesterday. While researching a group for my South African Music Share series, I encountered a video so disturbing, crammed full of Satanic symbols in the first 30 seconds, that it brought the whole situation I am in into the forefront of my mind. I prefer it to be packed neatly away in a compartment in the back. Often I am irritated. Some people live for this weird stuff. I just want to carry on blissfully unaware.

I am interested in other Steemit members experiences as this issue is way out of my frame of reference. I do believe that we will get through on the other side. I have faith in God, and I know that we are also cared for by family members that have passed on. Thank you for reading.

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