grahjas
10-21-2004, 09:14 PM
I was so happy with the response (i have gotten banned from one forum, and shunned on another)but if you are not persecuted every day, you are doing somethign wrong. I thank you all, and praise GOd for the support. But i thought it might be interesting to explain a little of my story...sorry for the long post, and if any others want to share...i would love to hear.
i will start by giving a quick glimpse of me a few years ago.
I wanted to be a SEAL. by eating thousands of calories a day (10000+) i oculd stay awake 24 hours a day for four days at least doing nothing but working out and studying. BUt there was more to it than that...I was fueled by a rage that was so intense, it hated everything.
here is an excerpt from a personal narrative i had to write (the story is not altered at all from real life)
As I got done smoothing the tape on my knuckles, I gazed into the mirror smiled just for a second, and then, the smile vanished, I turned, and began to swing. As I swung, the bag turned from a simple black leather plane to an image like that in the mirror. The real beast inside of me tried to emerge as I swung harder and harder. After what seemed like seconds, the blood began to flow from my imagined me. Suddenly, a new assailant was present, a huge thing, grabbing me from behind, I turned to fight it only to be dragged to the ground. "Jason, stop, stop, it's me." My friend's voice jolted me back into reality. I looked around and saw that everything was imagined, except the blood. I looked at my hands, and delighted in the sight of my blood; coming from my knuckles-all six layers of tape and all the skin on my knuckles was gone.
THat was a year ago. In January, i was at a church service, almost a month after Challenging the God of the universe to take me on. I started to get cold, asomethign i never do. The person sitting next to me knew that i was a struggling person, someone who challenged GOd, so they began to pray for me and they put their arm around me. They later said that every muscle was tight to the breaking point. but slowly, each cell began to quiver and relax until i was so relaxed i was almost dead.
I believe i was demon posessed, but i was exorcised. Not by anythign i did, but by the power of God. I have never had a rage problem since then. Many other thigns i dealt with i still deal with, but with a new strength. I am becoming more and more the man God created me to be every day, although i still have a LONG way to go.
thanks for your support and prayer
PS...am i allowed to sell knives here/
i will start by giving a quick glimpse of me a few years ago.
I wanted to be a SEAL. by eating thousands of calories a day (10000+) i oculd stay awake 24 hours a day for four days at least doing nothing but working out and studying. BUt there was more to it than that...I was fueled by a rage that was so intense, it hated everything.
here is an excerpt from a personal narrative i had to write (the story is not altered at all from real life)
As I got done smoothing the tape on my knuckles, I gazed into the mirror smiled just for a second, and then, the smile vanished, I turned, and began to swing. As I swung, the bag turned from a simple black leather plane to an image like that in the mirror. The real beast inside of me tried to emerge as I swung harder and harder. After what seemed like seconds, the blood began to flow from my imagined me. Suddenly, a new assailant was present, a huge thing, grabbing me from behind, I turned to fight it only to be dragged to the ground. "Jason, stop, stop, it's me." My friend's voice jolted me back into reality. I looked around and saw that everything was imagined, except the blood. I looked at my hands, and delighted in the sight of my blood; coming from my knuckles-all six layers of tape and all the skin on my knuckles was gone.
THat was a year ago. In January, i was at a church service, almost a month after Challenging the God of the universe to take me on. I started to get cold, asomethign i never do. The person sitting next to me knew that i was a struggling person, someone who challenged GOd, so they began to pray for me and they put their arm around me. They later said that every muscle was tight to the breaking point. but slowly, each cell began to quiver and relax until i was so relaxed i was almost dead.
I believe i was demon posessed, but i was exorcised. Not by anythign i did, but by the power of God. I have never had a rage problem since then. Many other thigns i dealt with i still deal with, but with a new strength. I am becoming more and more the man God created me to be every day, although i still have a LONG way to go.
thanks for your support and prayer
PS...am i allowed to sell knives here/