When demons, or satanic forces, attack?

[Jamie]

I want to share with you, something that happened to me a long time ago, and to elicit your opinions and suggestions on the matter.

About 18 years ago, when I was around the age of 22, I smoked quite a bit of cannabis, too much really. Looking back now, from where I am today, I wish I had never touched the stuff (I am very anti-drugs now). At the time, I was of course, young and naive!

Obviously, smoking a sufficient quantity of this stuff will have quite an effect on you, psychologically, as well as in other ways. It opens you up; to a lot of things that are 'out there', that perhaps you are not ready, old or wise enough, to deal with.

I believe that's certainly the case with me.

I started to imagine things, and it got worse ... much worse.

Imagination ...

This is hard, to find the right words here, so please bear with me. In some ways, I believe that our entire being, and the real world (physical reality) is itself a construct of a most primal (and hidden) aspect of our being, a point where we touch 'god' if you like, where we are 'god'.

Not that I'm into any religious malarkey you understand. I just use the word 'god' to describe well, words fail me again! Anyway, I am trying to say that the physical world sprouts forth from consciousness, and is itself consciousness manifest. I'm sure that's not a new concept round these parts.

So the kind of 'imagine things', that I refer to earlier, it's not the same kind of 'imagine things', you do when you're stuck in work on a dreary Monday morning, wishing you were on some sunny beach somewhere, with some gorgeous lady by your side (please god!).

No. It is a much more fundamental way of 'imagine things', that affects the fabric, and very nature of reality itself, and even pulling things to you. This is not a good thing, if you're not strong or wise enough to deal with it.

Anyway, this kind of culminated with me being away from home, alone, in a cheap hotel room, for 2 or 3 days, being attacked, tormented, like having a massive jack-hammer drill; go directly, in a most profound way, through the very centre of my being, my awareness itself.

To this day, I still believe, it was a malignant dis-corporate being, demon, devil, whatever, such labels don't mean much to me. That it wasn't some fancy of my imagination. That it was something very real. It terrified me, and that is putting it very mildly.

I'm quite happy talking about it now, and I feel I've come a long way since, and am a much stronger and more capable person, more balanced and relaxed and spiritually whole.

Obviously, apart from the no girl-friend issues (you'd have to check my other threads to see what I mean).

To anyone reading this, I would say, be very careful with psychotropic drug use, esp. if you have a propensity to 'open up'.

Has anyone heard the song 'Riki Tiki Tavi', it's by Donovan. I have a most excellent version where he also cautions against drug use. I believe stating that it will f**k up your third eye ...

Also, the song talks about how we can't rely on government, schools, religion etc, to save us. As my experience taught me, no-one came to my aid, no-one. For the most part, I thing we humans are quite fragile beings, which is all the more reason to treat one another with kindness and love.

Just wanted to get it all the out, thanks for reading, x