The Power of the Occult - My Proof

For a long time, at least six or seven years I had practiced Magik, wicca, Chaos magik, and any other alternative religion that was not your typical acceptable religion. Near the end it was not much more than a mutt of occult practices. Many were the time that I saw or felt and experienced frightening and terrible phenomenon. To think of some of it still scares me, and then there are things that I will not even speak of.

Well it all came to a head in the fall/winter of 1998. I'm an enlisted member of the Armed forces, and my wife at the time had not been living for a while. Most of the trouble started after she moved in. I was stationed in North Carolina and we had a small 2 bedroom on post house, the place looked big as we were young and did not have much between us. The events I'll talk about began around Thanksgiving and went on until around the 4th or 5th of January of 1999. I'd been practicing my occult practices, communicating with spirits, not always knowing what I was dealing with, sometimes having a vague idea. My wife at the time didn't like it, but figured it was part of who I was and what I was about, and tried to accept it.

I recall several nights where after we had gone to bed seeing something dark in the far corner of the room near the ceiling. I sometimes see it to this day. Back then, I'd pay it little mind. Well as things turned out my wife at the time (ex wife now) was having several affairs without my knowledge.

I began to regularly see what I refer to as moving shadows where there shouldn't have been any shadows. I'd find things moved when I was the only one home. I would lie down on the couch to fall asleep waiting for my wife to come home from work and the movie I put in the VCR was not the movie in it when I awoke 30 minutes later. None of it really bothered me. For the most part, I never felt threatened by any of it, for the most part, I invited and I knew it, so I lived with it.

It all came to a head one night in mid December I'd found out about my ex's infidelity and we were trying to work things out, but she'd not come home from work the night before. The house was cold. No matter how high I'd turn the thermostat to a higher temperature, I could not get warm. A few hours before she had to go to work she'd called wanting to go out to eat. I remember that it was suddenly very hot in the room I was in, though the other rooms were still freezing. I was consumed with anger, and it felt as though there was something not quite right with the house, it felt as though something were there with me.

When she finally returned home there was a fight, then in an act that I have regretted since I laid my hands on her in anger. The only time I had or ever have done that, I pushed her. She left the house and went to the police without my knowledge. I was distraught and felt as though something was telling me that I shouldn't have stopped. That I should have done worse.

The police showed up and I was removed from the home, I never became upset about what had happened until I was away from there. I began to pray while sitting in the barracks, praying often and out loud to any diety that would listen. I still recall the prayer and will never forget it. "Please, anyone, any god or power or diety listening, please send me some help, some guidance, please help me!" I prayed like this three or four times a day every day for over a week.

I have a friend whose father is a minister, the friend knows the Bible well and is probably the most religious person I know, and he never makes you feel as though he's superior to you, or thrusts his beliefs at or on you. We were discussing my situation and he'd asked if I'd tried praying and I told him that I had and told him the prayer. He asked if I'd seen any results and I'd said, incorrectly, that I hadn't

Earlier, a day or two after I'd started praying the unit Chaplain came to see me, just to see how I was and how I was doing. He'd come to see me just about every day, and at odd times too. The day I'd had the conversation with my friend the Chaplain once again came to see me. I asked him why he'd come to see me that day, and he said he didn't know. He told me that he was about 45 minutes away almost home from work and something told him to turn around and to come see me, that I needed help. It was then that it dawned on me, and I broke into tears. Someone had indeed heard me, heard my prayer and responded. Since that day I have no reservations about my faith, and no one will ever convince me that there is no God. It's been proven to me, and I'll never doubt it again. Amen

Story submitted by 'E' in April, 2005
Edited by Brendan Keenan