When I decided to write this post, I had many misgivings. First of all, when one admits or says that they have had real encounters with angels and demons, the majority of the human race writes them off as being a sensational liar, hallucinating, simply deranged – or some kind of religious fanatic.
I am none of the above. Secondly, by revealing my experiences with spiritual beings or creatures from an unseen but real world, I had to put them in context of why I thought they revealed themselves to me and what effect they had on my life. By doing so, I knew I would have to reveal my personal failings and embarrassing information about myself that some would hold against me —information — that would forever stigmatize me in the minds of some.
At first, I thought about attributing these true experiences to anonymous sources or writing this post using a pseudonym. But as I contemplated this option, I realized this would not be honest, and if the point of this essay was to reveal some truth, then I would have to be willing to expose myself as well as my experiences.
This is not a religious missive. In fact, there were times in my life when I loathed all organized theologies, and I am not a member of a church today. Rather, this writing is about agents of the spirit and the battle being waged over men and women’s souls that I am convinced is being carried not in a theological sense but in a real, spiritual sense, with eternal and real-world consequences I hope you find my experiences interesting.
Houses Oppressed by Creatures of Darkness
I have shared some of my innermost problems and thoughts with you in order to give you a proper context of my experiences with angels and demons. The reason I am doing this is to make the point that it is my opinion the spiritual state or potential of an individual has a lot to do with the kind of entities that will try and influence him or her.
For example, if you are shooting drugs there will be a strong negative current of evil entities that will do everything in their power to bring you to and early death and destruction – leaving as much suffering, human wreckage, anger and confusion as a result of your demise as possible. It’s what they do.
By the same token, if you are trying to do the right thing in your life, and let me say here that I believe most people can sense what that is for them, then agents of the Light will perform miracles in your and your loved ones’ lives. In my own case, during my late 20s I had become addicted to alcohol to the point that it was destroying not only my life but my wife and children’s lives as well. The more I drank, the more I gravitated to astrology the Zodiac and other occult pseudo sciences in searching for answers in my life.
Voice of Darkness
As a result, dark voices would enter my mind especially when I was trying to recover from a bad bender. There were times when the voice of darkness told me my family would be much better without me and offered the following final solution: “Why don’t you be a man — you coward — and throw yourself out the window and do them all a favor Do it now, you worthless piece of shit,” the voice would taunt.
There were a few nights when I stayed up all night trying to muster enough so-called courage to jump through that window onto the cold, hard concrete below. It is only by the grace of God that I did not. During this time period, after being on two-day drunk, my young and supportive wife was so disgusted with my behavior that she took our two daughters and left me for the day. I had no way of knowing she was only leaving for the day, so I lay in bed all day sick, shivering, craving for another drink and feeling sorry for myself — until I started hearing some strange, eerie music coming forth from the walls.
The music was similar to the kind of sounds you’d hear in a 19th century honky-tonk saloon and the tinny music was punctuated with nasty barroom laughter. The kind of laugher you’d heard when someone passed out and tumbled off a barstool or someone sucker punched an unsuspecting victim. It was mean and wicked. From time to time, the voices would also call out my name in a snide and mocking way.
Now, some might argue that I was hallucinating or suffering from delirium tremors, but I must add that the house and the one next to it had a reputation for being the past homes of some very strange and evil folks. My wife’s uncle reluctantly sold us the house after first warning us that there had been some strange comings and goings with the now gone next door neighbors.
And in reality, all of the three couples who had occupied the house since they vacated had ended up breaking up and in one case violently. “I’ll blow your brains out you whore,” was heard coming from outside my window one summer’s night when an unsuspecting husband had stumbled upon an in-progress act of infidelity. On another occasion both my wife and I heard someone gag and vomit in our daughters’ room during the wee hours of the morning.
We both jumped out of bed thinking one of them was sick to their stomachs, only to find them both sound asleep with absolutely nothing on the floor. Other nights my oldest daughter who was then 10, complained that her bed was shaking and that the mattress was moving up and down. So, I was more terrified than surprised by the “devil’s music” coming from the walls of that accursed house in my hour of drunken despair.
Removing a Metal Zodiac
Yet, at the same time, another influence that would change my life forever revealed itself in a sudden moment of hope. As I looked at the metal zodiac I had hanging outside of our bedroom, I had the sudden desire to get up, tear it off the wall, crush it and throw it into the trash can. After this, I felt a moment of hope and decided to make a call I had been thinking about making for a year.
I called a 12-Step program and talked to a recovering alcoholic, who offered to take me to my first meeting that night. After about four cups of coffee and listening to the personal accounts of others that evening, I decided I belonged and wanted to stop drinking.
When the guy from the 12-step group dropped me off at my house after the meeting, I was relieved to see that my wife’s car was parked outside our house. When I went into the house she looked at me sadly, thinking that I had been out on yet another bender. But instead I told her I had admitted that I was an alcoholic.
The Good News
Later, she told me she was guardedly optimistic because she sensed something different about me that evening. I haven’t had a drink in more than four decades. If there is a lesson to be learned by my story, it is that good always has the ability to trump evil if someone just gives it a chance. Or as it was in my case, an agent of light offered me an alternative to destitution and despair and by the grace of God, I took it.
© 2018 Chet Dembeck