Saturday, December 31, 2011

The darkest night


We were in full swing of Winter 1982-83...several inches of snow blanketed the ground, bitter winds and temperatures that chilled to the bone. The house that we lived in at the time had echoes of troubled lives that had lived there before us...to which I knew a little about...and the house, after we had moved-on...would be one of death...a woman was murdered there a few years later.

One night, after the wood stoves were loaded and the dampers set so that the wood would burn slowly through the night, we settled into bed...the 4 (3 of which were my step-children) oldest children upstairs and my several-months old daughter lay nestled between my husband and I in our bed. Outside the wind howled...it was going to be another cold, cold night.

I know that I fell asleep for a while but something woke me and I had a deep sense of fear building inside me. There wasn't a sound...not outside--the wind was eerily non-existent...not inside--the wood stove should have been making faint crackling sounds. It felt like the everything around me was in a bubble where no sound could escape.

And with there being no sounds...not even that of the breathing of my husband and daughter...which I had reached-over to check that they were breathing...the house was in total darkness. The room was so dark that I couldn't see anything, which was wrong...because there was light always showing from the wood stove and a nightlight in the kitchen.

And still...my fear grew...my chest felt heavy like I couldn't breathe.

I got out of bed, and felt my way around it to the windows, and looked out...and could see nothing. Only more blackness. In my mind, the words "evil" and "Satan" played over and over in my mind...making my fear even more real and tangible.

Something was very wrong...I could see it...but even more, I could sense that there was something evil in that house with us. I was so scared...yet I knew I HAD to do something.

Without turning on any lights, I felt my way to the bedroom closet, quietly opened the door and reached in to the shelves where some of my books were. I grabbed a book, one that I didn't know well, but knew by feel alone...and took it out into the kitchen after shutting the bedroom door behind me.

I turned on the light above our kitchen table, and opened the Bible, working my way through it until I found the right verse: Psalm 23. I never ever once thought that I would have to read this verse in the way that I did that night...but I am glad that I knew it enough to know what and where it was in the Bible.

 1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

 3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

 4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

 5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

I can't tell you how long I sat there reading that verse over and over and over again...but I know it was a long time. Hours. And although I am not generally a religious person, I prayed as well, that God protect us from whatever evil it was that had come into the house that night.

Sometime, not long before dawn, I felt that presence leave...and the normal sounds of our household returned...the wood hissing and crackling in the stove and the sounds of the the night outside...the seemingly never-ending howling of the wind. 

And I felt at peace...my fear had left too.

This was my first brush with pure evil...and the Ouija board was my second. Evil does exit...I have met it...twice. 

 

11 comments:

  1. Ephesians 6:12
    For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

    And in spiritual warfare, our weapons are spiritual.

    Ephesians 6:13-18
    Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.

    Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness;

    And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace;

    Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.

    And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:

    Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints;

    Thank God we have the victory. Sounds like that house was used for satanic purposes... Glad you all were ok.

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  2. Thanks, Marg. I don't know about the house, but I have often wondered if it was built on unHoly ground or something. There was something there...which I banished from our lives...but it came back and resulted in a woman's death.

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  3. I am glad that you turned to God for protection that night and that he gave you such peace.
    cyn

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  4. I didn't know what else to do to be rid of whatever it was...and that's the one thing I knew would help...and I prayed like I'd never prayed before.

    Thanks, Cyn.

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  5. Sky, the house was probably used for satanic rituals. Unless a ritual cleansing is done, the entities remain, it is their territory. I was looking for a video to share but haven't been able to find it. Will post it if I find it.

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  6. You were doing spiritual warfare not even knowing it. But God knew how to lead you, He does require some work on our part - our cooperation.

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  7. I don't know...but you are likely right, Marg. I didn't like that place even before that happened...there was something about it that I could never put my finger on. I have been in a few places like that, but that place was by far the worse.

    I can only say that I am thankful that I had some religious upbringing...that guided me through that horrible night. Otherwise...who knew what could have happened.

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  8. Where's the 'Like' button here? LOL

    Yeah, usually when you go in places like that you sense their slimy presence. Man I need to find that video.

    Yes, it is a good thing you knew how to turn to the Lord for help.

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  9. I know what you mean about the "like" button...I look for that on other websites as well! LOL

    Yeah you do need to find that video...you have me curious now!

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  10. Scary stuff!!! Glad you had your Bible. Marg has stated everything best - she's so knowledgeable! :-)

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  11. I'm glad I had that Bible too! Even thinking about that night still gives me the willies...wow!

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