“TV Demons” Part 2

By admin On December 15th, 2012

 

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I suppoThe_Scream Wikipedia public domain by edvard munch c.1893se it was now about two or three weeks into this Spiritual Armageddon that I was cast in. This hospital mental-ward had been converted into the Devil’s Chamber of Horrors, at least it was for me! For everyone else, it was most likely, normal; well, as normal as a mental ward can be! But as far as I was concerned, there was nothing…nothing…that wasn’t in some way being manipulated by the Unseen Powers! Unit 3600 Judgment Day RX-7It mattered not whether it was animal, vegetable, or mineral. Nothing seemed beyond the reach and use of these beings!

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Now the television was no exception! And it seemed that these spirits were literally everywhere…even in the very television stations…working in harmony with those unseen beings here within Unit 3600. They seemed to have perfect ability to communicate one with another, and to me also.

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But just let me simply tell this story…

 

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CH. 10: “TV DEMONS”… 

PART TWO…

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LOSIN’ THE REPS…

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The contest continued. I underwent similar tests. I was losing them all! Not only were the spirits and the TV condemning me, but also, the patient-representatives were preparing for release from the ward. YIKES!! I WAS LOSING THE CHESSMEN!!

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THE SHAH WAS SLIPPING FAST…

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The elderly man in Ward 3600, who represented the Shah, was having trouble of a different sort. You see, his physical condition was worsening. At one point, they even put a bag of liquid on a pole. Then http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Shah_and_Farah.jpgthey connected it with tubes to the “Shah’s” arm. The “Shah” would push this pole on wheels around the mental ward. And this made him look really bad! So I knew this meant that the real Shah was in danger of being permanently ousted from his kingdom! And he was the King in this incredible game of chess! If I lost him, I lost everything! So I watched him intensely…to see if he was getting better or worse.

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THE AYATOLLAH

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And more frightening than this, on the TV they kept showing the Ayatollah, looking stronger and stronger! And he was getting more defiant, seemingly making the entire world bow to his demands, as he sat there on his rug.

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In the mean time, over there in Iran, there were a number of hostages let go until there were now only 52 hostages. To me, this only made sense, since the U.S. had 50 states and two territories (we learned back in school at that time, that there were two US territories in the proximity of the US, considered for statehood. Now maybe there were more, but I was taught there were only two such US territories). So these 52 hostages seemed a very fitting symbol of America.

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Now I must put in this disclaimer. Looking back on all this, I have no idea just what these two men were like, in real life. The Shah and the Ayatollah, I mean. I was just going by what these unseen spirits were communicating to me. I was just a pawn in this chess-game. I had no choice but to believe what I was being told! The spirits were definitely in control!

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Photos of Shah & Ayatollah public domain by Wikipedia.

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IN-TOUCH WITH THE “GOOD SPIRITS”…

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgAs I’ve already said, it seemed as if there were good spirits and evil spirits in the ward. At various times during this contest, I was directed (by the spirits) to go to my room. I would then lay down, and stare up at the ceiling. With the spirit in partial control, my eyes begin to cross—very slowly. As I did this, the designs on the ceiling tiles began to appear to mesh together. I crossed my eyes so much, it felt like my eyes actually made a full 360 degree turn! (Now looking back, I’m sure they didn’t. But thoughts to this effect were being fed into my mind by the spirits.) 

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At this point, it seemed like I had achieved a half-trance-like state. And in this state, I could communicate freely with this “good” spirit. It was then I could ask questions and the spirit would cause my head to shake up and down for “yes”, and back and forth for “no”. And so, I was very happy to get myself into one of these “trances”. And I would try to ask as many questions as I could to give myself every advantage in the game.

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Nevertheless, in spite of these “helpful” trances, I was losing the tests. Every test! And several of the patients (representatives) were released. I was getting more and more afraid! The “Shah” was looking worse and worse! I was constantly checking on him. The TV was still mocking me! Even a few of the other patients were making ominous comments! I didn’t know if these people were mocking me knowingly or merely being used by the spirits without realizing that fact. But whether or not they realized what they were saying, it didn’t matter! Their taunts were like sharp arrows…

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“Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:  Who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:” Psalm 64:2,3

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TRANCES, ETC: STANDARD PROCEDURE

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IN THE OCCULTIC WORLD

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Now if all this seems crazy to you I fully agree with you! But remember this: there are many thousands of http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Ganzfeld.jpgpeople around the world who are putting themselves into trances, each day! There arehttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:PsychicBoston.jpg many, many occultic books written on such topics. And these curious books are filled with so-called mystic spells and magic potions and complicated rituals of all sorts. And it’s not that any of these rituals, potions, spells, etc., have any inherent power in themselves. But those who dabble in these things are as deceived as I was! But there definitely is a power behind these occultic rituals! So please don’t think that there is any power in the rituals I was led to perform. Well, it just seems that Satan likes people to ascribe power to such meaningless rituals.Three_Books_of_Occult_Philosophy-Book_III-Page_440 wikipedia public domain

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So if the trance described above sounds crazy, just think about all those cats who donated their bodies and blood and bats their wings, and all the trances, and dances and prances, and magic spells spoken, and whatever else has been used over the centuries, to “conjure up” the unseen powers of the Dark World!

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Anyway, I guess maybe, I’m just trying to justify these crazy rituals happening to me at this point in time. Sorry.

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Occultic book & psychic trance photos-Wikipedia public domain. Psychic shop window-Wikipedia-share-alike license. Click here for full size link.

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“TV GAME SHOW”…

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgThe spirit was not finished with TV game shows. 

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As I recall, there was one night in which a strange test emerged. It was like some bizarre Judgment Day test! Let me explain…

Name That Commandment

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I had to recite the Ten Commandments, and perhaps other similar Bible questions. As I said, it was night. The lights in the ward were dim. There were no noises, like in the day-time. Everything was quiet except for the soft low hum of the air coming through the ducts from the hospital heating system, and the occasional faint whispers of the night-staff.

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Each time I got one commandment correct I would advance down the hall by one patient sleeping-room. Whenever I advanced to the next room, I tried to peek into the window to see if the patient in that room was OK. Needless to say, I didn’t advance very far. I didn’t know the commandments!

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This was all going on just 20 feet or so from the nurses station. As far as the night-staff could tell, I was merely standing in the hall. And then after a time, I would simply move forward about ten feet. What they couldn’t see, was all that was going on in my mind! The sad thing, or should I say, the tragic thing about this, was that I had never studied the Bible! Oh, I attended church as a boy. But that was so long ago. I didn’t even know the Ten Commandments! Yes I suppose I got one or two correctly. You know, like maybe, “Don’t kill” and “Don’t steal”.

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I remember a few years earlier, that some “Bible-Thumpers” came to my door, offering some studies on the Bible. As I recall, I told them that I didn’t believe in an old book about… “A man getting swallowed by a fish, or man thrown into a den of hungry lions and lived, etc..”

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If only I had let those people in! If only I had studied with them! But now it was too late! But now my Day of testing had come…and I was totally UN-prepared!

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“THE…LIGHT…THAT SPLIT THE NIGHT”…

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgFinally, as I was doing so poorly, I came to the next room and after answering badly, I tried to peek into the window to see if the person inside the room was OK. I think it was “Lady-Blue” (the very disturbed lady: she being the chessman who represented this mental ward). As I tried to see if the girl was alright, the light inside the room flashed on and off. I was completely startled by this! This phenomenon almost knocked me over! I mean, it happened so quickly! I wondered if this flash-in-the-night signaled that she had expired. At least, this was the fearful thought the spirits were just now putting into my mind!

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GHOSTLY IMAGE…

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I went back to my sleeping room after this contest. I was worried about how this patient was doing after this flashing of the lights from her room window. Did it mean that her life-light had expired? Did I lose this important representative?

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Across the ward were the windows of the other row of sleeping rooms. I was very concerned about how the representatives were doing. And of course, mostly concerned about the young lady. As I looked at the window of the sleeping room of the disturbed young lady representative, to see if she was OK. I saw a faint, ghostly image like a skull, appear in that window for just a moment. It was terrifying! Really terrifying! I just can’t describe the terror that ran through my veins at this moment! This frightening sight only made me fearful of losing another contest chessmen!

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In just another moment the ghostly image disappeared. Did this mean that she died? I couldn’t tell! All I knew was that I was in this hellish chamber of horrors! And as far as I knew, nothing was beyond the realm of possibility in this surreal world of which I was now an invited guest!

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“COULD YOU NOT WATCH

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FOR ONE HOUR?”

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgAnother one of the tests was that I must stay awake for an entire night. But every night, I would fall asleep. This went on day after day. The spirits impressed me that I had to stay awake for an entire 24 hour period. (There were other tests going on simultaneous to this test.)

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Thinking back on this, I suppose this test was possibly some vague reference to the test put to the three disciples (Peter, James, and John) to stay awake with Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, when Jesus prayed until great drops of sweat like blood ran down his brow. The disciples were commanded to stay awake and pray. But of course, they all fell asleep, thus failing the test.

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Now I didn’t know a thing about this Bible story concerning staying awake. But obviously, the spirit did. And I failed just as miserably as did those disciples back in the garden. Oh, I would try to stay awake. But soon I would doze off. And then in an hour or two, I would wake up only to realize that I failed once again. Then an overwhelming sense of grief would sweep over me. “I blew it again!”

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Photo courtesy Wikipedia. Public Domain.

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A THANKSGIVING FROM HELL…

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“NOW I KNOW SATAN CONTROLS TV”…

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgI was amazed on Thanksgiving, as I watched the television. Usually I would expect to see some nice show about Thanksgiving. Maybe an old movie that somehow fit the occasion. Maybe an old movie, like “It’s a Wonderful Life”. And as a child I always loved that old movie, “Miracle On 34th Street”. But on this Thanksgiving, I was horrified to see a Thanksgiving special with Hugh Hefner dressed as an Indian Chief, with tomahawk, doing a war-dance with his tribe, who consisted of his scantily-clad Playboy Bunnies. They were all following him around the set, doing a mock war-dance. .

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HELL’S MIRROR…

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Now don’t get me wrong. I was an avid reader of this magazine up till all Hell broke loose in my life. But to see him on prime-time TV engaging in this Thanksgiving special!?! It just seemed so surreal!

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And so, as I watched this spectacle, I wondered if the Devil had taken full control of television. After all, Thanksgiving is a time for family. It’s a time for….giving thanks! It’s not a time for decadent lust to be displayed on TV! Even a hedonistic wretch like myself knew that much! It was as I said earlier in this chapter: The television (and the world) now seemed like some hellish version of Alice in Wonderland’s magic mirror. Only this was no Wonderland! It was more like “UNDER-Land”. “Under” as in “WAY DOWN UNDER!”

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Photo of Hefner courtesy © Glenn Francis, www.PacificProDigital.com

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THE INSIDERS…

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In the front of the ward was the nurses station. A row of desks with several rooms behind the desks. There were three shifts throughout a 24 hour period. 425px-Anch wikipedia public domain

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I was impressed that there were certain staff-members who were representatives of my team. Then there were those who were representatives of the opposing team. Both of these comprised the “insiders”. But the problem was, I didn’t know which were which! 

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However, there were clues. Some of the staff were nice, even cheerful. But others were serious, and even distant. Some were rather innocent looking. Others were not. I began to suspect that these were the evidences of which side they were on. So I tried to hang close to the ones I thought were on my side in order to possibly hear them say something that would be helpful to the games.

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One night, I walked by the desk and saw a night nurse reading a book titled “The Omen”. On the cover was the Egyptian symbol known as the “Ankhs”. So I suspected this person to be working for the enemy. And my suspicions were validated several days later when I saw this same person wearing a necklace with an Ankhs.

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A day or two later, I saw another nurse reading the same book, and wearing a necklace with that same symbol. I mustered up the courage to ask her what that symbol meant. She said, “It indicates a belief in after-life, but not any specific idea of what that after-life would be like.” As I thought about this, and about the meaning of that symbol, I became convinced that these were two “insiders” … on the enemy side. After all, an Ankhs was obviously some sort of pagan symbol.

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THE TWO VISITORS

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(& THE BODY SLAM FROM “HEAVEN”!)

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgOver the years, our buffet restaurant served a large amount of churches and religious groups. So I knew many Christians around town. We sometimes catered church groups. For a few dollars extra per-person, we would set up a buffet line anywhere in the county. Usually these religious groups were very nice, and easy to deal with.

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Well, anyway, I cut roast beef and ham on Sundays, when things got busy. And so this gave me the opportunity to examine these Christians close-up, as they came down the buffet line. Well, as I said, they were all nice. Some were jovial…always making funny comments. I liked them. I could relate to those types. But there was only one or two that I really saw as being…well…really holy! Those types were not exactly the kind of people I would try to joke with. I even had several friends among them…I mean among the ‘good-ol-boy’ types. But I had no friends among those few “holy types”. But I respected them anyway…but kept distance from them, because of their sober demeanor.

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At some point, one of these “holy types” came by to pay a visit to Unit 3600. He always seemed like a devout Christian. As a matter of fact, he was about the most holy-behaving of all the Christians I knew. He was a very serious type person. Oh yes, he would smile. But he was a man of few words. A lot like my conception of how Jesus would behave. Anyway, I had a lot of respect for him as a Christian! But even though I would never seek him out under normal conditions, now he was my first choice to seek answers from. As I just said, this guy really reminded me of Jesus. He exuded the same type of holy…uhh… reverence, that I would expect to come from Jesus.

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I guess my point is: even though I was “yer typical heathen-dog-type”, I was still convicted in my heart of just who reminded me of Jesus, among the many many Christians I saw each week. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that all the others were not Christ-like in other ways. I just seemed to instinctively know that Jesus was very holy and serious during His life on earth. That was just something most people took for granted! Even Hollywood movies! 

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Anyway, he was here at the hospital. I desperately wanted to ask him a question. Of all the people I knew around town, he was the Christian I wanted to talk to. So I asked him the question that was plaguing me…

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“Is this my Judgment Day?”

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He said, “I don’t know. Maybe it is.” 

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Needless to say, this wasn’t what I wanted to hear. Not very comforting.

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PRAYER MEETING

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WEDNESDAY NIGHT, 7PM…

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgAnother man came by to pay a visit. He also was a very nice person. He told me of all the wonderful miracles and healings that went on at his church services. He told me that his church would be praying for me during their Wednesday night service. And I was extremely happy to hear this. It was now Wednesday afternoon, so I was excited that I might be delivered from this horrible thing, or at least helped somewhat.

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BODY SLAM…

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That evening, as it approached 7 pm, I was impressed to go into my room. I could envision this congregation standing around in a circle praying for me (like this photo I found on-line). As it got close to 7 pm, I was sitting on my bed against the wall. But at exactly 7 pm I felt something very incredible. I felt my stomach began to protrude out as far as possible. Then my lower lip began to go into a pouting manner. I couldn’t figure out what in the world was going to happen! I just sat there, in this ridiculous pose (kind-of like a little pouting child, sulking in the corner, after being caught with his hand in the cookie jar). And then all of a sudden, I felt like I was being slammed against the wall. It was as if the spirit was grabbing me by my shirt, and shoving me against the wall. As if God was angrily saying to me,  “YOU’D BETTER NOT BLOW THIS CONTEST!!!”

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MURDER IN THE RUE MORGUE…

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.org“Mr. Applewhite” came over to me one day with a Webster’s Dictionary. He pointed to the word “rue”. Of course, I looked at the word in the dictionary. I thought of that old  movie, “Murder in the Rue Morgue”. So I figured the spirits were making reference to that “Rue Morgue” for some unknown reason.

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OK, so you’re asking yourself the question, “So what?” Well I would later have someone cry out this little word saying “Rue! Rue! Rue!” And the one who did so was not a human being! And this NON-human was a prophesying to me! But keep reading to discover who said it and why he said it.

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Poster from Wikipedia under fair-use-rationale.

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THE DREAM

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“WE CAN FLOAT AMONG THE STARS TOGETHER, YOU AND I”…

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgThe next day or so, I fell asleep and was having an incredible flying dream in which I was soaring past colorful planets and asteroids. The colors were bright and beautiful. It seemed that God Himself was taking me on this colorful tour through the heavens. And in a moment of euphoria, a voice spoke saying, “Promise God that you’ll always do what is right”. I said, “Oh yes, yes, I promise! I promise!”  .

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I never wanted this dream to stop! But as soon as I made that promise, I woke up and realized it was just a dream. But just before I awoke, I saw a vision of a picture of four strands of thick rope coming from four different directions, converging into a single knot. It was exactly like a picture in my room on the wall. I was devastated to realize that I had made a rash vow, that I could not possibly keep or get out of. (I only wish I had read the story of Jephthah in the Bible, who made a rash vow, and how that vow cost his daughter’s life.) I should never have made such a promise. Or I wish I had known this verse…

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“Again, ye have heard that it has been said by them of old time, You shalt not forswear yourself, but shall perform unto the Lord your oaths: But I say unto you, Swear not at all… But let your communication be, Yes, yes; No, no: for whatsoever is more than these comes of evil.” Matthew 5:34-37

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I was overwhelmed with grief over this new development. But I didn’t know exactly why. Only the future would tell…

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Above photo from NASA-Chandra public domain.

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RAPTURE II…

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checkmate by Friedriech Moritz August Retzsch wikigallery.orgBack to the story. The game had come down to the bare wire. I knew I was in serious trouble. The family that represented Oregon had all left the ward. (Not an actual family. Just a man, woman, and teen, in the same sleeping room, as I recall). The “Shah” was so ill, he was now confined to his room. Only Lady Blue and Mini-Me were left (the young lady who was the mental ward rep, and the boy who was my rep). So I was getting close to a total defeat!

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APPLEWHITE IS GOING UP…

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On one Sunday morning, a very amazing phenomenon occurred. The TV was going in the main sitting area. There was a very well-known evangelist was on TV. Standing in front of the TV was Mr. Applewhite (the man who looked like the Heaven’s Gate cult-leader, Marshall Applewhite). I went over to listen to this evangelist on TV. This evangelist was very excited (and so was Mr. Applewhite). This TV evangelist was preaching on the soon-coming of the Lord Jesus. And he was very excited about this, and was shouting as he preached. And Mr. Applewhite was also getting caught up in the excitement. He was standing right in front of the TV, waving his hands in the air,  and all the while this evangelist was getting more and more wound up!

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“IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE”…

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The evangelist proclaimed that it was a lack of faith that prevented  the Lord’s return. As I listened to the evangelist get excited. And as I faintly recall, I watched “Mr. Applewhite” perhaps doing a little dance, and waving his hands in the air. I felt an overwhelming euphoria come over me. And soon I was lifting up my hands into the air, as Mr. Applewhite, the evangelist, and myself were a heavenly trio… celebrating the imminent countdown to Rapture. And it seemed like I was almost getting swept up in a spiritual cyclone. Everything began to look white.

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I kind-of remember it as if we were swirling around. It was a very awesome experience! And so I tried to exercise my faith, so as to not doubt. Maybe this evangelist was right. Maybe we just need more faith! And it just seemed like at any moment, we would be taken up. The euphoria continued to grow! I just wanted to be lifted up, and out of this entire hellish mess! And so did Applewhite….I think!  The evangelist got more and more excited. It almost felt like this would be the moment that we would be taken up. As if some cyclonic whirlwind was beginning to lift us up.

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LACK OF FAITH…

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As the countdown continued, the evangelist finally began to wind-down his sermon. The evangelist mentioned something about a ten year delay (at least, that’s what I thought he said). “Oh no!” I could feel the spirit of the moment begin to wane. I tried harder to keep it all going. The show ended. The euphoria ended for me. But anyway, I guess we’d just have to wait for another Rapture chance in ten years.

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Too bad! To get raptured out of this mess woulda been nice. REALLY NICE!

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Judgment Day license plate www.devouringfire.com

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To go to the next chapter, just click here …

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Ch. 11 ” It Ain’t Over Till It’s Over”…

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What to do when the entire world wants to cut you in pieces.

 

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