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Encounter With Evil
January 17, 2008
-------Encounter With Evil-------
Lloyd Smith is a 44 year old man who works as an independent contractor in Iraq. He had an encounter with evil and gave me permission to share his story with you.
This is Lloyd Smith's story as told by Lloyd Smith:
I was about 19 yrs. old when this took place. I had went to my Moms and Dads house to spend the weekend and it was on a Friday night at midnight. I was fast asleep in their living room when I felt what felt like a finger nail run from the base of my spine all the way up to my neck. Well... I have always had very good instincts and I thought it was just my senses waking me up because there was a burglar in the house. I was facing the wall. I then rolled over while still acting like I was asleep to see if I could grab something and hit the "burglar" in the head and overtake him. What I saw when I rolled over will be burned in my mind for the rest of my life.
I am 44yrs young now. I went ahead and opened my eyes wide open and looked this monster (demon) in its big fly type alien looking eyes. My heart has never ever pounded like this and I hope it never does again. I am not scared of much in this world but this was a fear beyond fear. Since this happened I have talked to other people that has also had encounters with demons and I have learned that they can come in all shapes and sizes but this is what the one that came to visit me looked like. It certainly looked like a he so I am going to refer to it as "he". He was short about 5ft. tall... 5ft. 2in. tops. He was more muscular than Arnold Swartzineager. He had on some type of armor. His ears were pointed like a gargoyle's and actually was higher than the top of his head. His skin color was a dark green. Big fly like alien looking eyes... But what terrified me the most about this thing was that I could tell that it didn't breath.
It took me all of about 10 or 15 secs to stop looking and start praying. I prayed to everybody. God the father, the son (Jesus Christ) and the Holy Spirit. I even prayed to Mary. I am not Catholic. I had never even done this before. Anyway... the closer he was to me I could feel his presence. It felt like I was bathing in a big tub of evil. Thats the only way I can think of to describe what I was feeling. There was a big clock on the wall behind him so that is how I knew it was 12:00 midnight. I had glanced at it when I was checking him out. Another important part of this encounter is that he was about halfway across the room. All I could think was that he had came to take me to hell so I began to pray. Now the harder I would pray the farther he would be across the room when I opened my eyes to look. At one point I looked and he was right over me. He never touched me again, thanks to God. At another point he was all the way across the room. This struggle (battle) went on for about an hour. The reason I know this is because the last time I peeped it was 1:00am. This was a very hard battle. It was back and forth and back and forth. It was the scaredest I have ever been in my life. But finally I felt a presence..a goodness that was so strong. So strong that I didn't even have to open my eyes anymore to see if he was gone. I knew he was. Also... don't get me wrong I was not scared anymore, but I didn't want to open my eyes because I thought I might be blinded. I was in a dark room with just a little night lite on but there was such a bright light in the room with me that it was like looking straight at the sun with your eyes closed or possibly even brighter. Anyway... the best way I can describe the feeling I felt in this presence is that I felt like God the Father himself was holding me in the palm of his hand and caressing me. It was the greatest feeling I ever had in my life. I have always wondered if it was Jesus's presence I felt in the room with me. I have always felt that it was. I wanted to look but I thought it might blind me. It was just that bright. So anyway... probably... after praying a little more and thanking Jesus,Father,Holy Spirit and Mary... it took me all of about 15mins to go back to sleep. After I prayed my thanks I just went to sleep saying thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus... you know like counting sheep. Whew! What an encounter! Hope and pray it never happens to you!
Copyright 2007 by Gary Goodworth
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