QUOTE(Anvil @ Jun 4 2006, 04:59 PM) [snapback]1217619[/snapback]
Sounds like you were suffering with panick attacks and anxiety disorder pretty bad but that is NOT a sign or to be confused with possession. It is not rational to go about making these links........not sure exactly how much attention you have derived from your various threads to support this notion but it looks quite alot. Just because some people agree with you doesn't mean they are right. Panick and anxiety can be treated and you can learn how to manage it with the right therpy.
Some of the physical and mental feelings can be very extreme and frighting with panick/aniexty, yours almost sounds on the verge of paranoria as well (aka the demon/alien possession) Sounds like the medication they gave you didn't suit you too well, sometimes that can happen and it's a case of finding the best fit as to say. If this is still an ongoing problem I'm suprised they haven't tryed you on something else or used a combined approach with some therpy.
I would be curious to know if you ever actualy told your psychiatrist about the aliens and demons, basically everything you have written about here, Have you?
I am also not clear on whether you are talking about past experiences that don't troule you anymore, or if you are still having experiences that do. The time lines amongst your postings are a little confusing.
You are right, I don't want to confuse it with possesion. I do consider it a possibility though. Since I repeadietly felt something jump into me from behind. And after this would happen, I would get so terrified and my heart would race, and I would panic for both things, my heart racing and the extremely cold thing that felt like it entered my body through my back.
I would admediately call on God and I would try to pray in my time of fear and desperation. I found my self unable to pray because praying would cause my extreme fear to leap into realms of fear so bad that I found myself preferring death than to ever feel it again. After these extremely long panic attacks would go away, I was puzzled as to why I couldn't pray while going through one. I soon realized that maybe I had something evil inside of me and it was causing this fear in me, and it didn't and probably couldn't withstand my calling on God, so it wouldn't allow for me to do this. This is one of my theories of answers to my problem. What do you think?
Before you give me your answer, I must first tell you of how I first began having these panic attacks.
The way I began having them also influence my conclusion of it being something jumping into me.
In 2003, I went home to Louisiana to stay with my mother and grandparents. I was to help my mother with some problems she had been having. She was previously in a comma for seven days and came out of it all mentally messed up.
My grandparents needed my help. I was to witness what she was doing and if she was taking her medicine at all or in the correct way.
My grandparents were afraid of her, so I went over for four weeks.
My mother initially was distant and not mentally present to my visiting. I shared a bedroom with her. I also had no choice but to bring my son along.
I didn't know what I was going to have to deal with once I got there, all my grandmother tld me was that my mother was sick and spilling hot beverages on herself and driving wild, and she was in trouble with the law for writing many bad checks.
Soon I realized that she was totally introverted, talking to herself and she really couldn't hear much of what I or anyone had to say to her. I found out what meds she was on and I accompanied her on her doctor visits. She was nolonger sleeping at night and she was on the phone much with medical professionals concerning her panic attacks. We were at the hospital many times for this. She was extremely scared of sleeping in her room alone.
She had crashed the car I had given her into the fence and into a pole a few times.
She exploded the microwave. She was seeing three doctors for one problem, taking the meds they all had perscribed her. See the chemical imbalance here?
I noticed a presence in the house and I ignored it. Later I found a list of girls names. I asked my mom about it and she admitted shamefully that she was deciding what to name all of her newly acquired glass dolls. Yes, she was 45 with 42 glass dolls in her bedroom. She then started telling me all about what they do and how this one Mabeline is jealous of Mary. I got sick and horrified. My mom wasn't my mom anymore.
She then started confiding in me with all of the experiences that she was having with THE DEVIL. She thought it was the devil and his demons.
One night, she was laying in the bed with me and my son. My son and I were asleep, when I had a very vivid nightmare. I dreampt that my mother was coming after me with a butcher knife after stabbing my son to death.
I awoke, took my son and got the hell out of there. I went into the living room and
I stayed awake watching my son all night for four or five nights, until I finally fell asleep one night. I woke up that night to find my mother sitting in the kitchen rocking on her rocking chair.
I was startled an dso I got up to be with her. She was having a terrible night of panic attacks and didn't want o be in that room anymore. I began talking to her about faith in God and how he can help her, that all she had to do is believe and pray.
She did so, we both prayed together. She continued to see demons. I personally know that once you ask Jehovah to help you, he does. So I told her that it was probably inher mind. That we prayed and they or it had to leave. I wanted so badly for her to be comfortable and feel safe. She was just so scared crying, and I love her so much and this really hurt me to see her in such a way.
I continued for hours with her, talking about the apostle John the Baptist and how this man had astounding faith and how we should reason to be as much like him as possible.
She continued.
Man, I feel sick just thinking about what I am going to tell you.
I then said a very bad thing.
I am on the verge of freaking out. I have to confront this feeling and tell you. No matter how scarry this is for me.
I said a prayer something to the effect of
In Jesus' name I pray to you Jehovah, The Almighty. I ask of you to please help my mother. She is helpless and terrified. If there is any evil in this house and around us, please protect us and make them go away. I said things like this. It was a long prayer. My mom insisted that there was still evil in the house. I said "Well, then this has to be in your head." I saw her in such terrior and I wanted to prove to her by my faith that there was nothing in the house or near us. So I did the following:
In Jesus' name, I pray to you Almighty God Jehovah, please clear this house. Send an angel on our behalf. Don't let anything even come near this house. O loving father please help my mother. I then said the worst thing you can say. I said " Jehovah, if there is anything in this house, let it take me and do waht it wants. If it wants to kill me, let it. If you didn't clear this house and if there is something still here. let it kill me.
I give it permission o. I forfeit myself. I submit myself to anything evil in this house IF THERE IS ANYTHING AND IF YOU DIDN'T CLEAR THIS HOUSE FOR US. I felt sick and I Sat down and looked at my mother. Something jumped into my body from behind. It felt just like someone dumping a five gallon bucket of freezing water into my body.
I admediately jumped up completely surprised and terrofied at this. I felt immense fear swellin up inside me and I admediately fell to the floor, screaming in desperation for God to save me from this. I felt and believed that I was going to die. I was shaking like hell and I was screaming in multiple voices for help, trying harder and harder to pray. It ws getting more difficult and more difficult. It was like my throat was refusing this. I was on my knees and I screamed something like , God I am so unworthy and I believe in you, If you...I can't really remember exactly what I said. i just kept saying that I was so so sorry. Please help me. I begged for what felt like 5 minutes. Maybe it was. I then felt it leave me through my back. I was drained and shaking. My jaw was shaking so violently that I really couldn't say anything understandable. My mom ws crying and I didn't realize how my grandparets were watching it all. They just stood there shocked. We didn't go to sleep for the rest of the night. My papa had a stroke and was paralized allover his left side and really took a long time to move USUALLY. That night, they flew to the kitchen to where we were.
I couldn't sleep, I kept thanking God for saving me. I admediately realized that thou shall not test thy God. I did this that night and was left for the taking. I am not valuable enough for God to act on my behalf, on the account of my ignorance, testing him.
I did that that night with this in view. I have a lot of faith in God and I believe on him with all of my heart. I sincerely believed that my prayer to him earlier that night to rid of any possible evil in the house was gone. I was trying to prove this to my mother. I was hoping to finish that testing prayer, with reassuring my mom that God does help and that God cleared this house. I was really just trying to prove to my desperate, terrified, exhausted mother that God answers prayers and does help.
Instead, I got the scare of a lifetime. I have almost been unwillingly hit by a train while it was coming, and that fear is a rollercoaster ride compared to this complete and utter fear of all fears in the world that any human could ever and ever could imagine.
That night my mother and I ended up sitting on the bedwrapped in blankets freezing while smoking a cigerettes talking. My mother was able to converse with me freely that night. She said something like, Jolene, I can't get this cold out of my shoulders and neck. I admediately knew that something was wrong. Because I had this lingering cold feeling in my shoulders and neck too. This was hours after that experience.
I knew that she was being possesed as I was that night. I know I was possesed that night. She later did some things that confirmed to me that she had been possesed.
So every since this incident I started having panic attacks. Each one, at first, was accompanied by that feeling of something being dumped or thrown into me. This cold. This cold also in my shoulders and neck, along with the struggle to pray.
Imagine having a panic attack that slowly made you feel as though you were loosing control of yor self, and that you had to take yourself away from any object that you might kill yourself with.
So when I would have these, I new that it was a continuation of what had accured before. Before I even went to my grandparent's home, I HAD REALIZED THAT i COULD STRUGGLE ENOUGH TO STOP THAT THING FORM BOTHERING ME.
Then the crap began.
Now, I am currently off of any meds. I have been fine and free form panic attacks for a beautiful 6 or 7 months. No meds and no panic attacks. My psychiatrist continues to be surprised. How could someone have such a severe anxiety prob and just recover like this? All I do know is that I keep close to God and seek him humbly. This has saved me. What do you think?
And another thing. I did tell my psyciatrist everything. Like I said before, she believes me. I know you don't buy that. All I can say is that I am telling the truth, I do, however, still keep in mind the possibility that my whole experience just might not be a possesion. I really mean it when I say that I am open minded.
I currently believe that I was possesed and until someone or I find a good explanation otherwise, I will believe this.
I will not object to any thoughts and theories as to what might explain this.