Did anyone get attacked by a Demon durring the first Gulf war which stung them with the sting of a scorpion?

Question

During the first Gulf war when the oil wells were lit on fire I was attacked by a Demon on three seperat occasions all at night. The third time this Demon attacked me I comanded it to leave in the name of Jesus Christ. This is when it happend. I was in my bedroom sleeping each time it occured and was awaken in a horrid way. When attacked the spirit inside me fought this Demon until I awoke and then made me take over. Have you ever fought against the dead, good luck you'll wish you never knew they exist. After I commanded it to leave the most amazing thing happend. I was brought into the presence of the Lord. By this I mean that the Holy spirit brought me into the Hallway outside my room and the Demon followed. As I stood there the Demon took his tail in one hand my hand in the other and placed his tail on top of my hand, It sent waves of fire through my soul. The pain was so sever I couldn't scream. All that I did is look straight up an say Father please help me. Then it left. true

Answer 1

Again, if you're serious, you're probably schizophrenic. I still suggest that you see a doctor about this.

There's no such thing as "demons" or "the Holy spirit" or "the Lord".

Answer 2

This is straight out of the Bible whether you know it or not. Thank you for sharing this with us. Maybe now more people will share their terrible experiences with the demonic and fallen angels that preside in that area of the world. Many people have had these experiences but are afraid to tell them for fear that people will think they are crazy. Thanks for being so brave.

Answer 3

Not sure it was a demon. Most of them do not have tails. It could have been an elemental of some kind the way you describe the pain.

Answer 4

Wow. PTSD is a real bear. My cousin also suffers from PTSD from his time in the Persian Gulf war as well.Thank you for your service, and I hope you get the counciling you need.

Answer 5

Nope, didn't happen to me. The only things that got close enough to me to have a chance to "Sting" me were the Iraqis who surrendered, and they were harmless once disarmed.

Answer 6

I have never experienced anything like this, but I believe it can and does happen.

Answer 7

another bad dream huh.

Answer 8

I don't see the relationship between the Gulf War and the demon. That was probably a coincidence. Hmmmmmmm. Okay, here goes. In Chicago, in my hotel room. Just before 11 pm, I had taken a drink. Something shot into my mouth, like a bullet which I ingested. At 11, almost to the second I rested my head on the pillow and the 'bullet' shot up my stomach and hit my esophageal sphincter which I felt spasm and contract closing off my stomach (it was for a good reason) Then I started to tremble and thought, darn, I must be getting the flu.

Quickly I fell "asleep" and the dreams started: There were many dreams, each dream interspersed by me waking up and creeping, crawling sometimes to the washroom. I could barely move I was in so much pain.

The dreams were a succession of demons: all the demons that had visited me during my life, right down to when I was a very young child. Each demon challenged me, and I disposed of them rather easily, but I felt myself getting weaker and weaker. The trips to the wasroom seemed to take an eternity. Each time I returned to be bed and rested my head, I thought that there was a good chance that I was going to die, but I was required to continue.

Okay, 27 hours later, finally, I am visited by a demon, and I recognize the demon as Gabriel (yes the archangel himself - we had met before, trust me angels are not pretty like in the paintings, they look like demons). So I pour my heart explaining what had been going on for the past 27 hours. He was very understanding. I talk about myself and my experiences. I felt rather comfortable and told him 'everything.' Almost everything anyway.

I think I told him about the Logos. After that a second demon appeared. I look at this demon and think, "Oh my! these two look exactly alike, they are twins!" I am dumbfounded.

The second demon looks at me then looks at the first demon and says, "Hello, Lucifer."

"Gabriel," the first replies and takes step back with rather fearful looks at me and Gabriel, "you here to fight his battles. You going to do it to me again?"

I'm thinking, "Oh my God, Gabriel and Lucifer are twins. I've been pouring my heart out to Lucifer. Thank God Gabriel is here. He will take care of Lucifer."

Gabriel pulls out two swords, glowing swords like they are on fire. They have radiant golden hilts, so bright and glowing I cannot see Gabriel's hands on the hilts. The blades cannot be seen because of the light that wraps around them. The right sword is longer than the left, and both are curved like a bokan. Lucifer crouches and steps back hissing at the swords, "You are going to use them again."

I see that the light of the swords reflect off of and illuminate Gabriel, but they have no affect on Lucifer -- he remains a shadow. I think, "That is how you tell them apart, Gabriel reflects the light and Lucifer remains a shadow."

Gabriel tells Lucifer, "No," and hands me the swords. I see my arms glow and my hands too have disappeared into the golden hilts, "you are going to fight The Dunce."

"What? You are going to leave me here alone with him? I thought you were assigned to me to protect me. You are leaving me alone with Satan himself?!!!!!!"

"You will have to do it yourself."

"I don't know how to use these!"

"You will have to learn or die."

"WHile fighting?"

"WHile fighting."

"Gabriel?"

And Gabriel looks at Lucifer with look of "you are in for a surprise. You are going to lose again."

Lucifer smirks a laughs. Gabriel disappears.

"You don't know how to use those do you?"

"I have no idea."

So the conversation goes and finally he says, "You don't know how to use them, why don't you put them away."

"There's no place to put them."

"They go in the sheaves in your back."

I try and sure enough, the swords fit into my back. To draw them all I have to do is reach up and back behind my shoulders to draw them.

Lucifer is most sweet and I relax. "He isn't so bad I think. This is the devil? No much to him at all."

Then he attacked.

Oh my God did it hurt!

I was thrown about like a limp piece of meat. This beast is powerful beyond belief.

Lucifer was quite enjoying it, except that I wasn't afraid (which was strange.) "Why doesn't he finish me off?" I think.
This is worse than a b-movie plot. Then I start learning. He isn't finishing me off because I am not afraid of him, or to die. He definitely does not like that. I learn that he is totally dependent on fear and he feels that he has to break me by making me fear him and death, then he will kill me. The only thing I can fear is the loss of my relationship with God.

I think, "no way is that going to happen. As long as I am not afraid, I live, and with time I will figure this thing out, just as long as I am not afraid to die, or afraid of Lucifer."

I am in immense pain and staring at Lucifer. Lucifer, seeing I am not in fear, morphs into his true self.

He is huge, huge huge. Legs like insects with long bone and muscle arms, immense hands, nails for nails, huge head, with immense mouth, long ears, and the tail-- muscular and mobile with an arrow head.

He's shown himself to me. I think, "That's the key! He's stupid. He has been separated from the divine and he is stupid! Cunning, persuasive, arrogant, but stupid, he does not know anything, and I have the Logos. I can take this guy! Like Gabriel said, learn!"

We fight it is going on three hours.

Stretched over his back, racked, my hands and feet being pulled together, a voice commands me to open my eyes. I open my eyes and see that I am forming a perfect circle over my bed with only my toe touching the surface .

"This is impossible I think. THis is right out of the Exorcist."

"Close your eyes. You better take this seriously, because if you don't, you die."

I think, "This is real. This is no dream.He had me stretched over his back for real!"

Lucifer throws me.

With Lucifer crouched in front of me, hands forward, a praying mantis moving in for the kill, I draw the swords.

He steps back, "You don't know how to use those," he laughs, and lungs. I swing. The longer swords cuts off his left arm just below the elbow. The sword cuts with no resistence.

Lucifer straitens up and looks down at me, he's surprised, thinking "You know how to cut me," bu laughs and the forearm grows back.

In he comes again. I get thrown around easily but I keep hacking away at him and he keeps growing back.

I know that swords can cut him, but he quickly mends and laughs it off. I can see that he thinks I am easy pickings, I still don't know how to use the swords. He is quite enjoying the beating he is giving me.

I am just batted over and over.

But I notice the tail! The tail, he is afraid of something. The tail isn't a weapon so much as a defense. Every time he hits me he covers his crotch with the tail. Gabriel, thank you! Gabriel beat Lucifer so bad that he is ultra protective of his middle line. I have to slice Lucifer up the middle. Cut his spine in TWO From Below!

Lucifer comes in for more fun and I slice up his middle. His tail interferes. He backs off, he sneers. he swears at me, I will not repeat it here. Now he is serious. He has to kill me right away no fooling around anymore.

He comes in, I slice, the sword splits him in two.

He screeches but rejoins the parts.

"What? There's more."

Again he comes in.

I learn.

I have to split him in two then as the parts fall, with both swords dice him up before the parts hit the ground.

He keeps coming in fo the kill, I keep trying.

Each time he attacks I hold him off but cannot stop his mending, but each time he attacks me I learn.

Finally, I get it right! I dice him up so fast that he cannot repair himself.

He is in pieces. Not dead, you cannot kill Lucifer, but, the voice tells me, "It will take him two thousand years. That is the time you have been given for peace. Try peace now, see what happens, Lucifer is disabled."

I wake up. I am soooooooooo sore. I can barely walk. I think i crawled to the washroom.

It's been thirty hours. Thirty hours with demons. I am soooo sore.

During all this twice the chambermaids knocked at the door.
In bed the chambermaid is knocking at the door. I yell to her that it is okay. don't come in. She won't go away, I have to answer the door. I look out, she is startled when she looks at me. "Don't come in here. No one is to see what I have in here. Tomorrow, tomorrow it will be okay. Don't come in here." She nods. "I've got the flu, I don't want you to catch it."

The second time, another chambermaid knocks, and I go through the same thing. She too cannot take her eyes off of my eyes.

After closing the doors, I think,"What was she looking at?"

I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. "Oh my God! I hope she didn't see that. Oh dear."

My eyes had changed colours, they were bird eyes. I had the eyes of birds. The brown had changed to red and the outer ring to red also. Between the reds, green.

"I hope they didn't see that." I was too sore to worry. I have bird eyes, that's not possible. They must have been so frightened.

It isn't possible.

Anyway, I did get back to Montreal, but I was sooooooo beaten up, like a car accident I spent a week in bed. and hurt for months. I still hurt.

The swords-- so cool, they are freezing my back. I still have them, in a metaphysical sense. One is the Cheribum's sword, the other elisah's stick or something like that, I am not certain what the second sword is, I know of only one flaming sword used to protect the Tree of Life. The swords will lock-join at the hilts, if I can get there again, I will make them one sword. . .
The Dunce