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Thursday, February 17, 2005

Something Strange...

rising hell Posted by Hello


well..i was dozing off on the bus on the way home. when i exited, i think i saw some image when i blinked. when i blinked again, i started to see the image piece by piece, it seemed like a man screaming. and, i was even more shocked when i looked down on the floor to re-adjust the focus of my eyes, a complete face appeared on the cement floor and disappeared the next second.

m i becoming psycho, or m i becoming the next John Constantine travelling in between the world of God and demon?

i would rather believe that the textbook is putting too much stress on my eyes...

Do u believe the existence of demon? i do..in my hometown which is quite a religiously proliferated place, different religions co-exit..few blocks away from the church that ma mom used to bring me to, was a daoist temple and on the mountain, there was another buddhist temple. i remembered hearing the conversation between ma grandma and ma mom, that someone in distant relation with us believed in demon the way we believed in God. and that was not going to be tolerated. i don't know what they did, but somehow that distant relative was converted to a believer in God.

in primary 2, during winter, at night i always slp with ma mom. the door of the bedroom would be closed to keep the room warm. in the middle of one night, i was woke up by the knocking on the door...at first it was gentle knockings like someone was trying to tell u he's out there, and slowly it became a series of fierce knocking, like someone was trying to make a force entry into the room and i swear i saw something at the window!!. but apparently, i was the only one hearing and seeing all that during the night. i was scared...later,ma mom woke up and i told her what i heard and saw, she then started praying with me infront of the bible. and at a point of time, i started shouting hysterically, and i dunno why i did that...

the next morning, i fell sick...ma grandma invited a pastor to ma house, so-called to "purify" me. the pastor put his hand on ma head and lead me in a prayer...i cant remember much from then on...superstition? well, i will rather believe it's ture..we are in God's land, and demons are our enemy...

wish me good nite, tonite.

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