As he crawled over me, the fuzzy tentacles felt like sharp needles that were prickling deep within my skin. His eyes were reptilian with yellow slits and red dots for the pupils. As he got closer to my face, he turned into a disgusting demon! “We got him,” they said happily! One of these hideous creatures turned into a huge spider (I was deathly afraid of spiders) and began crawling over me. The dark figures that were previously in my room are now laughing standing over me. There was absolutely no light as I lay on the floor of this cell. They eagerly smiled and said, “You’re coming with us.”Īt that very moment, I immediately fell into this dark pit. I could hardly breathe when I noticed two dark figures staring at me. I wanted this to end.Īs I looked up at the ceiling, I noticed my room get extremely dark, the room grew cold, and fear gripped my soul. It seemed I was paralyzed - I couldn’t move. It was the most horrible feeling I ever had. I was covered in puke, sweat, and felt exhausted. Where was God? The Dark Sideįinally, the vomiting let up enough for me to lay back down. Sweat ran out from all my pores, my heart raced, tears rolled down my cheeks. It seemed it flew out as fast as a baseball pitch.
Glimpses of hell movie#
This time, like the scene out of the movie The Exorcist, the vomit flew about 20 feet in front of me. Just as I was getting comfortable, I sat back up and began vomiting again. Sweat began to pour down my forehead, my breathing sped up, and I wept uncontrollably.Īfter a few minutes, I ran to the kitchen and began drinking water like a thirsty camel on a trip in the desert. The vomit stank like a garbage pit and was as thick as molasses with a puke green color. My body seemed to be expelling something very dark from within my stomach, something deep within my soul. It was a simple prayer, but I was not prepared for what came next.Īt that very moment, my body had a convulsive reaction. I’m afraid if I were to die, I won’t be going to heaven. Things Take a Drastic TurnĪfter not finding my phone, I did what every other soldier does in a fox hole, I cried out to God! Now, I was crying out to Him! Of course, Jesus was still fake, but there was probably a God out there somewhere. I considered a belief in God like and an insurance policy for old people. The devil was just some made-up cartoon character that religions made up to control people. I mean for God’s sake, they didn’t even believe in evolution!Īt the age of 18, I officially rejected God and Jesus. Christians, to me, were fat, ugly, and stupid.
As I grew older, I became disillusioned with the faith. Raised as a Christian, I was taught all the morals and ethics of what a good person should be. A divine impartation.īefore this, I had once believed in God. The blue coating from the pills seemed to be bleeding through my skin! I was overcome with extreme fear and knew that if I died, I probably wouldn’t be going to heaven. I frantically began searching for my phone, desperately looking so I could call 911.īy this time, I looked down at my arm. I was in a very dazed state but, conscious enough to know that I had made a very terrible mistake. My Body ReactsĪbout 12 hours later I awoke, on earth, to find myself drenched in sweat and what felt like the insides of my body burning - literally. I laid down in bed, closed my now heavy eyes, and eagerly anticipated my new life in heaven.
Please take this pain away and bring me to heaven with you.” I ‘ve been rejected, mocked, laughed at, abused, taken advantage of, heartbroken, and drug addicted. I can’t stand being on this earth anymore. “God…, if you’re even listening, I hate my life. After chugging a bottle of wine and all 90 blue-coated sleeping pills, I laid down and silently prayed, Life was over.Īnd now I was going to end it all - For Good. I had lost everything meaningful to me my job, contact with my family, my friends, and now my sanity. It was a struggle just to make a phone call. My daily route consisted of going from my bed to the bathroom, and occasionally to the kitchen.
In 2006, the months from May until August - I had been battling clinical depression. Given the fact that I hated to swallow pills, this would be difficult.
I stared at the three bottles of sleeping pills. This article is about my near-death experience that began my ascension and spiritual awakening. According to, “woke” is the past tense of “wake” - as in, someone who is past the process of waking up.
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