Thanks For Your Website  

Thank you so much for the website, and the information that is put forth. It certainly has helped me in understanding what has happened in the past, and will help understand what is in store for the future.   
 

Just a short intro to my life.   
 

I was born and raised in eastern Iowa, never to church unless it was for a funeral or wedding. I have an older brother, and two older sisters. I guess that at some time when I was little, they had received a Ouija board as a gift, and had tried it out a time or two. (Nothing happened, from what I'm told.) When I was in 6th or 7th grade, I somehow became interested in UFO's, and ordered the book "Incident at Exeter," about the famous sightings in New Hampshire, in 1965.  
 

Throughout my early days, I had suffered pneumonia in first grade, ear infections, and chronic bronchitis. My teeth deteriorated at an alarming rate (Although my mom, an RN, had me brush and floss at least 4 times a day), but I was able to be an honor student through high school.  
 

It was at this time that my "quest" for understanding of who I was started, and since I loved history, read a book about all of the archeology digs that back up the timetable that the Bible presents. From there, questions about religion followed, to Bible studies, and then to making Jesus Lord of my life.  
 

It was at this time that my "troubles" really began. My dad hated God, and had a fit that I was associating with people who were "Christians."  One night I was awakened at 3:20 in the morning, lying on my back, and there was so much static electricity in the room, the bed sheets were crackling, and my hair was on end, and I felt a VERY heavy presence in the room. Never had I been so terrified of anything in my life as then. I couldn't move, but I could sense this "entity" moving around the room, stalking me? After what seemed forever, I just started saying "Jesus, Jesus," over and over and over. Finally sleep returned, and when I woke up in the morning, the sun was shining, and everything was as it should have been, except all of my Bible Study books were hurled and strewn across the room. It had to have made a lot of noise to do this, but my mom and dad, or myself ever heard anything.  
 

I could write a book about other instances of demonic attack, interference, and of manipulation of others to numerous to mention.   
 

I think that Satan and his minions thought that they had me in their hip pocket, but The Lord had other designs, and revealed Himself to me in due time, and allowed me to make my decision to accept Christ as my sacrificial lamb, that His blood has covered my sins for eternity (and to all that has accepted the price that He paid ), so that we can be with Him when our time here on earth is done.  
 

But the road I have chosen, although straight, is made difficult by the wrath of demons, who wish all to perish, but by the grace of God, go we.