Over the course of the next week the rituals and ceremonies continued. I intuitively felt that I had to begin purifying myself. No more eating meat. No more sex including masturbation or even thoughts about sex. Showers became much more frequent. I had to become as pure as the the purest snow. I threw out all books, dvds, and symbols that were of a dark nature.
I began becoming aware of another presence surrounding me. This presence was one of darkness. Evil itself. Thoughts of gruesome violence against the innocent began coming into my mind. I knew they weren't my own thoughts. I held my ground as I became aware that I was being challenged by at least one demon. During one night, the battle began.
I was chanting mantras in my bathroom right after a shower wearing only my white bathrobe and Sowilo Rune (the S symbol for Goodness and willpower). I suddenly felt a surge of utter fearlessness. Out of nowhere I said "I Am The Exorcist" and I knew that...an exorcism was beginning. The dark entity was as battle-ready as I was. Think of 2 boxers going into the ring, both fearless and eager to fight eachother. That's how it was for me. Instead of being afraid, I was...strangely enough, enjoying it. I was proud to be on the side of Light and Goodness, taking on the forces of darkness. I have absolutely no idea what I said or how long it lasted, as I was in a completely altered state of consciousness, but I knew that I had protection. I felt that I wasn't fighting the battle alone, that I had spirit helpers by my side. It felt like an enormous war was being waged...one that actually had some import for the whole world (and beyond) and not just a personal battle between myself and the dark entity. I felt as though I was chosen by the forces of Light to be the front man in physical form to take on these dark powers. I became a warrior for Heaven itself.
So as the days wore on these battles and ceremonies continued, though I have almost no recollection of what took place...it's mostly very blurry to me now. I know that as time went by, my feeling of powerfulness was slowly draining from me...and the dark entity as well. Fatigue was felt on both sides, yet the battle raged on. I was no longer allowed to sleep because I felt the entity would attempt to possess me. In fact I believe it did make such an attempt at one point. I felt a sudden rush of slight pain in my mid-section and testicles and intuitively felt that it had just made an unsuccessful attempt at entering my body. I suppose I was too strong for it...and it knew that. I believe that while this demon was indeed very powerful, it knew that the powers of Light are at least as strong as those of darkness. It knew my power...and I believe that it feared me as it was challenging me.
Strange riddles kept entering my head that I just knew the answers to. Images and symbols were pouring into my mind that I believe were messages from the "other side". I wrote some of them down...and when I look at them today, they make absolutely no sense to me even though they are artistically pleasurable to look at. Yet at the time, I knew they were messages being fed to me by spirit guides. During one night...I was given a name that I knew I didn't just dream up myself...the name Whitewolf. I believe I have a Native American spirit helper who was guiding me through this ordeal. Or rather, a spirit entity of Light who WAS a Native American during his time on earth.
So weeks went by where all this craziness continued which I just don't remember much of. There are some events that took place that I won't mention here because they would understandably not be taken seriously, as they are too "larger than life" to possibly comprehend...or at least to believe. One thing I will mention briefly is that I believe that demons are in direct contact with the Illuminati and that there were times when I was out of my house where some people gave me very evil and "knowing" glances as though they were aware of what was taking place. There were facial expressions that ranged from looks of "acknowledgement" to looks of anger and fear. I felt they knew of my position as a "Holy warrior" yet I had no clue how they "found me" nor did I fear any of them. It happened several times at several different places. I can't explain it and a part of me refuses to believe it yet I know it's true. I personally believe that the demons I was fighting were in touch with "the dark cabal" and some of their personnel were keeping an eye on me. This can't be dismissed as paranoia due to the simple fact that I was totally unafraid. LOL And that's all I'll say of it.
So during the end of April, beginning of May my feeling of power was being drained from me and I knew the battle was winding down. That's how I know for certain in my heart that all this was real...they weren't sudden events that took place. They began gradually and ended gradually. Towards the end it simply became a battle of wills and I knew that mine was superior. I just refused to give up until I knew that it was done. At the tail end I noticed 2 large cuts on my thighs and hands that suddenly appeared...funny enough, there was no pain whatsoever. Also there was a red cross "painted" on the top of my television that was never there before. I took that as a sign of concession that the dark force was leaving. The next few days I did nothing but sleep...and trust me, I needed it. I'm sure the opponent did as well!
Never once during the entire experience did I ever doubt that I would "win" this spiritual battle. My feeling of confidence as well as my will that Good is stronger than evil never once waned. This is a battle that I didn't consciously choose. It came to me. I believe I was "chosen" for it, yet I still don't know why. I still ask myself as I did during the very beginning of it, "why me?" I experienced a direct connection to the Light force that flooded me with all-consuming bliss, colors were more vibrant during the more intense periods, I stared into the sun on 3 occassions and wasn't hurt or blinded, and I knew all along how protected I was (and am) by the powers of Light. Maybe I'm some kind of ambassador between Heaven and earth, I truly don't know. All I can say is that I'm not making any of this up, a part of me still questions how all this could possibly be real, especially the thought that other people knew what was happening, but I know in my heart that I was chosen for this and as long as I live, I will always consider myself a warrior of the Light. I believe that the forces of dark and Light are waging a final war over who gets to rule over Mother Earth for the next thousand years and that I was chosen to be a player in this spiritual war and I'm beyond humbled to have been a part of it. Ultimately I know that Heaven will triumph. We will have Heaven on Earth.
Much Love,
Whitewolf