Posted by alexandra_k on September 13, 2004, at 21:49:11
I used to live in my room. I was allowed to go to school - but aside from that I had to live in my room. I wasn't good enough to stop my Father leaving my Mother and me; therefore, I had to live in my room.
School was hard. Hard to concentrate. Hard to make friends when I wasn't allowed to see anyone outside school: because I had to live in my room.
When I was 13 I was allowed to go to homegroup (bible study). The homegroup leader was good to me. Too good to me. He wasn't allowed to see me anymore (for the sake of his marriage).
I was so alone. I prayed (Faustian bargain style) for an angel. To see my guardian angel, to be able to talk to someone. God wouldn't listen so (Faust style) I sold my soal; and in my intense distress my bargain was accepted.
She appeared to me (and was beautiful, not ugly like a demon, phew). But then she opened her mouth: Screaming, screaming, she never talks she only screams. Screaming in church; elders preying for the demons to get out but they wouldn't go, so I was thrown out of church. Because they told me I was possessed. I would go to different churches: I was blessed with a gift of prophecy. Prophecies of how god would get vengance for adultery in the leadership.
Fairly safe sort of thing to be propheic about: And to top it off, the screaming.
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