I've been working in a haunted insane asylum. The place has been under construction for the past 3-4 years. It's a new 1 million square foot building on the insane asylum grounds. I don't think I believe in ghosts, but now that construction has come to an end, weird stuff has been happening that I cannot explain. Locked doors that require a key or RFID badge to unlock, unlocking and opening by themselves, doors with automatic hydraulic door closers holding themselves open, lights turning on and off by themselves, footsteps, disembodied voices, strange sounds, strange shadows/shapes showing up on CCTV feeds, and inanimate objects moving by themselves. All my coworkers have had something happen to them there they can't explain. All the activity started up about 2-3 months ago once construction finished.
These things happened at Bethel "church" in Redding. I was there. I was 10 at the time, and I could feel it, and I knew it and I knew what exactly it was from a mile away.
Since then, recently (this year), I've experienced seperation from God, in my house, not in hell. Hell is defined most accurately as seperation from God. When I experienced this, two things happened; 1, the demons near me were swirling around me. I know this because I said out loud, instinctively and not of my own rational volition but more as that of a very animal state, "The demons are swiriling". The second thing which happened was a complete breakdown of my character post-event (which lasted maybe 30 seconds), something which has never happened to anyone in my family and has never happened to me. I wasn't me anymore. My personality was gone. There was only complete hopelessness, the knowing finality of my fate as total and eternal damnation, unending despair, all of these things create the greatest fear that is possible to experience. Nothing is worse. Nothing can be worse.
If you're materialistic, retarded, and you don't believe in the spiritual, the closest analogue is complete psychological turmoil from the worst psychosis you can imagine.
Now, I'm an extremely devout Christian, so the question is why did this happen to me? The reason this happened is because of a sudden, petulent, insidious and childish expression of a grudge I had against God, because I perceived Him as having not helped in in any true or real capacity with my sins and passions. "You've done nothing to help me, so fine, if You're not going to help me then I'll just have to help myself instead."
And yeah, all he had to do was leave for 30 seconds. My gaze wandered upwards and my head began rotate around tracking demons that I could not physically see but knew for certain were absolutely there.
I don't even want to write this anymore, this comment is way out of scope, but I'm going to continue because maybe it will be good for me. But whenever I go back to this in my thought I can feel an infinitely small drop of the eternal and total despair and agony of complete abandonment - my abandonment of God as much as His of myself.
Anyways. After the first 5 or 10 seconds I immediately began to repent and beg for mercy. If I remember correctly, some of my words were literally "please don't leave Father".
I'll stop describing the event... But post-event, I left the bathroom which I was in and went to the kitchen sink to wash some dishes. This was an instinctual response with no real thought to it to try and occupy my animal-state brain with something other than the very genuine belief that I had blasphemed God and was damned eternally with no chance of salvation or forgiveness.
I don't know how many dishes I did (maybe 3 or 4) or how long I was there (1 to 5) minutes, but eventually I could no longer do the dishes and I was occupied entirely with pure terror. My mother caught on eventually across the room because I physically could not, nor wanted to answer her calls of my name.
What I'll never forget is how she came to my left side to ask what was wrong with her very sweet voice. My hands were elevated to my shoulders and I had no control of my fingers. I looked at her and took one step towards her, and apparently my face was locked up in such a grotesque and abominable expression of pure terror that it caused her to take several paces back. My only clue as to what *I* looked like is the reaction of *her* face.
I exclaimed, in a meek voice that I could not replicate if you asked, "No!, I need a hug.". And God bless her, she obliged.
I sometimes have wondered what my likelyhood of suicide would have been had she not been there and I were alone. There were pistols and ammunition around. I reckon 50% or more. Probably 75-80%.
I never rocked back and forth so much, nor will I ever again. That cliche is very, *very*, real.
Anyways... Since then, I have so far correctly identified 1 building as having satanic sigils and demonic preseances without having even stepped in it. Simply driving by it at night and feeling the piercing gaze of a demon, or demons, was enough to tip me off. So a week later I got my friend, who is not spiritual at all, and we went in there and sure enough, 666 and symbols which I didnt event know were satanic (identified by my friend) plastered the walls inside.
I have also seen demons on more than one occasion... In the mirror. Not in my home but elsewhere. It sounds stupid and fake and gay, but they enjoy manifesting as shadows on walls. These are apparitions which I have scientifically controlled for certain light fixtures and reflections, and yet they remain as present as ever, but only in the mirror. So, there's *something* to that cliche. But, I'm not afraid of them. Whether I've seen them or not, they can't touch me and they know that, and they know I know that, because God protects me. He actually protects everyone. Atheists who don't believe in ghosts or anything spiritual are actually extremely blessed. God has had great protections put upon them. Ignorance is bliss.
My experience was actually a great mercy which I've thanked God for many times. I'd much rather be shown the error of my ways before I recieve the consequences, than stumble into them like a mouse into a glue trap.
There is much to learn from these kinds of things, so if you have experienced them, thank God. He had dispensed upon you the opportunity of learning wisdom about the spiritual realm and it's inner workings, and the kind and extent of warfare which goes on there.
If a National Socialist movement is to succeed, it must have a Ministry, Cabinent, or Bureau of spirital warefare. Because it is very real and very important.
So yeah, that's my knowledge on the subject.