My name is Andrea and I want to share with you briefly my experience of demon possession. I had a demon follow me for most of my life. I of course was not aware of this at the time but after I was released from the demon about two years ago, I actually was able to do a very fascinating thing. I was able to communicate with the demon and hear from him when he started following me and influencing my life. This was done simply put after the demon had released himself from his application through forgiveness and is now just another being working in the dimensions (heaven) to assist us here on earth. More can be read about the transformation of heaven and the release of the demons through forgiveness at desteni-universe.co.za. It started soon after my father died at the age of eleven, when all aspects of my life and 'personality' started changing drastically. The demon used my father's death to turn my thoughts against 'God' and created a relationship (unknowing to me) to the stark reality that a lot of children face when they experience such a loss. From that point on, I questioned religion, God and the meaning of why we even bother being here when we're going to die lonely, miserable deaths. A couple of weeks after my father's death, his closest friend and wife came to give my mother their condolences. That evening after everyone had gone to bed, I sat in the lounge chatting to my father's friend. Next thing the demon integrated into this man and he out of the blue started fondling me. You can imagine my shock. This event of course spiraled me even further into a darker side of my personality as it was clear to me that not only can God not be trusted but neither can people. So the demon was preparing me to distance myself from God and all of life by showing me the 'evil' side of God's people. That indeed people who were supposedly from God's creation were nothing but evil, supposedly dressed as Christians. So my dislike for religion (especially Christianity) increased ten fold. As the years went by, I went into a quieter, emotionally unstable personality. During my high school years I found myself becoming distant from the other children and seeking different values to theirs. Things that they considered precision I laughed at like boys, religion and education. This of course had a lot to do with how the demon was influencing my thought processes and my beliefs. I saw things clearly from the perspective of religion and how people are slaves. I understood many things which when discussed with other children, caused them to label me as 'weird'. I asked them (which the demon admitted he did through me) why do they go to church when people die horrible deaths all in the name of God. Now as you can see that is quite something coming out of the mouth of a 17 year old? When I finished school I was very much anti religion already, yet I found paganism quite an interesting concept. I met somebody who was a Wiccan and together we delved into the art of magic and speaking to the dead (Ouija board). This became my life, a devotion to God's, Goddesses and creating spells to punish people that did us wrong. The funny part of it was that the demon told me he was the only being that I had ever spoken to on the Ouija board, due his ability to block all other beings. You see this demon was no ordinary demon, he was quite powerful and his 'mission' was simply to create a world for me in which my focus was always on him. He had the ability to control my actions to such a degree that all decisions that I made were under his control. Any job that I took would fail and I would be unemployed again, sitting with my friend, playing Ouija board. When I did finally find a two years job it was on a secluded farm where my main focus was just to work, with very little interaction with people. After two years I met a guy and moved in with him. This of course was not so much to the liking of the demon as he saw me as his possession, so he decided it might be a good idea to control our relationship as well. The relationship became abusive to the point that I was constantly under verbal attack and sometimes physical. The demon would integrate into him and start accusing me of seeing other men, and then the next moment he was fine again. Sometimes he would become violent, picking me up by my neck, throwing me up against a wall and then minutes later he wouldn't remember what he did. This strange behavior went on for about three years and finally I allowed the demon to possess me just to get away from the pain and fear. The demon openly admitted to me that he was jealous and that the 'other' man was only there to pay the bills. You see by this stage, I had started having a relationship with this demon. He presented himself to me as a God and I believed that he was going to take care of me in this world. We shared an understanding about this world and had decided to walk this world together. It was however not easy for him to watch the other man having to provide for me as he did not want him in my life. So day after day he would ensure that I hated this man by created the abuse and also ensuring that he was the one that I loved. Strange to hear a person talk about loving a spirit, I know, but if you can imagine you and I walking and talking without physical bodies and yet I was able to see and hear him. I had a serious contempt for humans and related completely to this demon's experience of himself. However once things became too much in the relationship with my ex, I decided to leave and it was the effect of having a possessive ex-boyfriend and a possessive demon that I finally allowed myself to be fully possessed. This was very gradual but by the time my ex decided to do something and take me for an exorcism, I was sitting on my bed day in and day out possessed by this demon. When my ex would visit, I would sit there naked speaking as the demon (in a man's voice), I had fully given up and was allowing this demon to speak for me. Luckily for me my ex realized something was wrong and convinced me to go for an exorcism. This of course was very entertaining to the demon as exorcisms are not very successful (the demon just moves on to another body). However at the time it assisted me and I 'released' myself from the demon. It was not an easy process as the reason for me becoming possessed in the first place (depression, loneliness and the inability to relate to humans) was still with me. Therefore about six months after this I yet again communicated with the demon, as I one day realized he was still with me, yet keeping his distance. I again allowed for him to step back into my life and it was quite a story to not allow myself to get killed by this demon. Occasionally, if I was not careful around him, he would pressurizing me into committing suicide and once it was a close call. The experiences that I had with this demon were rather fascinating and now that I have the ability to talk to him he explains to us (we work with demons that have been released as I have mentioned) how demons use to work and why. So if any of you have had similar experiences and require assistance, please feel free to speak to me. If you are not sure if you have been demon possessed but you suspect so I can speak to the demons (if any) and find out. Often people don't realize they have had demon involvement in their life as they don't even realize the extent of demon possession. I am not religious, I work however with all beings in heaven (we speak to them through an interdimensional channel). I speak to the dimensional beings in 'heaven' as it is now (a lot of changes have taken place) as they are now working with us to assist man kind.

I was at my friend's house who lives right by the cemetery. We thought it would be a good idea to look at the graves. On the way to the graveyard, Rachel, my friend, all of a sudden stopped and pointed at a grave. I followed her gaze and saw an old lady bending over a grave. I said, "So what it is just an old lady..." Rachel told me, "It's not her in general but look at her feet..." Even though I was suspicious, I looked over at the lady's feet. I felt a chill go through my bones because the lady wasn't standing, she was floating. My friend grabbed my hand and looked back at the lady. I looked at the lady again and I saw her slowly disappearing. My mouth almost dropped and I almost screamed when I saw her face. The whole body was regular but when you saw her face, even you would scream. There were scars and burns on her face, one eye was closed, and she had a gapped tooth smile. I felt like my feet were nailed to the ground and the look on Rachel's face told me she felt the same. As the old lady drew closer my back straightened. She didn't even go around us but instead walked through me. I was so freaked out by then that I grabbed Rachel's hand and started to run. By the time we got out of that place we were breathless. Even though we were tired, my friend and I ran as fast as we could. When we got to her house we told her mom what had happened. She didn't believe us and told us to go to bed. I couldn't sleep because whenever I tried closing my eyes I saw her face. By the time I fell asleep it was already dawn. It is four years later and we still hate that cemetery. Now I think the lady may be fake but whenever I go by that cemetery, I still have a chill. The psychologist I have been seeing says it was a figure of my imagination. I thought that too until I saw her again in my room. Now I can never pass a cemetery without being scared. And I am weary of old ladies, I can barely look at my grandma and she thinks I am weird. Now I am trying to forget but it just doesn't work. I don't think I will ever look at my grandma the same way again.

This takes place around 5:30 am. My husband and I were asleep in our room and our two boys were in their room. My oldest son James came into my bedroom and woke me up. He told me he that something woke him up. I told him to try and go lay down for a little bit longer and I will wake him up when it's time for breakfast. He said ok and walked out of the room and down the hallway to his bedroom. Not even 30 seconds later I heard him SCREAMING to the top of his lungs and running as fast as he could! He ran into my room and jumped into my bed. I asked him what was wrong franticly and he just kept saying over and over "there's something in my bed!". I finally calmed him down and asked him what had happened and he told me that when he got to his room, he walked through the doorway to get to his bed and, I know this sounds stupid and unbelievable, but he said that there was a giant thing that looked like a monkey just sitting on his bed starring at him. He also said that it was breathing very hard you could hear it. And then he told me that (and this really freaked me out) that this thing had the same color eyes that he did, which are blue. I asked him how he knew it was a monkey and he described it to me and he looked at me and said I stared at it just long enough that I could even see the hair on it knuckles. I know that this sounds like crazy talk but my son has never lied to me. He is very down to earth. I also went and looked at his bed and just at the corner where he said that this thing was sitting, there was a very deep indent like something very heavy was sitting in that spot. Needless to say that scared me even more. I do not let anyone in that room and my son now shares a room with his younger brother.

This story was about 3 years ago. Me and my family lived in California. I had to transfer schools from Alabama. My mom read to me all the schools in the newspaper and she let me choose which one I wanted to go to. She said one has a haunted bus and it was a bunch of myths, so I went to it. And tomorrow was my first day. When I woke up the next morning, I got on my bus, the lady welcomed me and told me to go to the last seat on the very last boy row and so I did, and when I sat down, an old friend of mine turned around and told me I should ask to move, I asked why and he said "back in 1896 an old man from the KKK killed a little girl on this seat" and I said, "that didn't happen". He said "oh yes it did. OK, don't believe me". That afternoon I went to my bus to go home and when I got to my seat, for a second I thought I saw a shot little girl laying down in my seat. She was mumbling my name. When I got home I told my mom what I saw. She talked to the bus driver about it, the bus driver told her it is just a imaginary thought. My mom agreed. When I got home she told me to stop thinking about it and I did. The next morning I got on the bus and when I sat down I looked out the window and the little girl was holding a gun and she was mumbling a word, but I never went back to that school.

I really think my house is haunted. Since we moved in three years ago, I have seen and heard many strange things. Doors opening when I know I closed them, misplaced makeup and picture frames that I was using only seconds before I lost them. I have even seen shadows of people when no one is home! My house is a big, old place, so a ghost might not be a crazy idea. But my scariest experience was about a year and a half ago. I was in the sun room in my house reading in front of the fire, when I heard a noise behind me, coming from the kitchen. I got up just because I get kind of freaked out by some of the stuff going on in the house. Since no one was home, I thought it was the cat. But the cat was at the vets that day! I told myself it was just the house. Houses do make noises, so I just kept reading. Than I heard a bang and what I knew was a footstep. I looked up at the mirror to the kitchen and standing there was a woman I had never seen before! I jumped up and ran into the kitchen, thinking she was a robber but there was no one there! I looked all over the house and called my dad, but he told me I was crazy. He told me that I had imagined it. To this day I still don't know if it was a ghost or my imagination, but it seemed so real at the time! If you have any thoughts, feel free to share them.