Days have passed with hearing, nights the same. I couldnt sleep most nights even if I tried to, well the question is, "could I?" I was disturbed in the ear and was afraid because of what I had seen in the past, countless nights I have been staying up, battling, but the question is "what could I do without God?"

If it wasn't for God how would I help my family, but lets get back to the story......

I was scared, battling the fear that has developed within me, nights of shivers and head under my pillow. One night, about the time around June to August 2020, while I was laying on my back again still hearing these voices, I started to feeel fear creeping up. I hurried to turn over on my belly and covered up, after that I started to feel like a spiritual force moving over, pressing down on my body going up and down from my head to my feet. Each time it hovered over my body, the description of the fearful pain I felt was as if I was wittnessing my soul being sucked out of my body. I layed there under my sheet with my head under the pillow for a little time trembling, facing death at the edge with nowhere to turn to until all of a sudden, I recalled that my mother by name "Camille", always told me in worship and otherwise to never fear pleading the blood at any time because evil spirits or demons are real, so eventually it clicked into my head that now was the time that I should really use it. I plead, and I plead and when I started to plead I could hear this thing that was over me hovering started to squeal when it heard me plead the blood of Jesus, I asked God to remove its eyes and sweat started to make a pool around me because I told myself that im never gonna lift that sheet from over my body. The fire of God, I even made a mistake and said the bood of God, on and on I was pleading from a time in the late hours of 10:00. Pleading really works! I noticed it was injuring the beast that was sent to possibly kill or take my soul away. Continuously, I plead and I plead like honestly I dont know where I had collected all that faith but still, I know I was going to win, like obviously, how could I loose that, like that was the first time i've felt afraid for my life. All of a sudden I felt a heat falling to my back at about 3:00 the morning after, just like that, thinking to myself that I have proven that Jesus Christ is really Lord and God is real, never fake and I have never doubted him before that.

I called my sleeping mother, "Mommy, Mommy" and when she finally woke up and came to my aid I told her that I wanted to pray with her, I even felt as if something was under the bed before me, watching me, I stomped my feet toward the bed then I felt the fear taking its time creeping away from my body when we started to pray, getting calmer and calmer I told my mother what happened. All I have to say is that God is amazing, he rescued me from Death and I owe him my life for that.

Days followed still hearing these voices and night the same with amazing dreams. Dreams that you makes you cry during sleep and dreams that make your day seem like nobody can stop you from being happy, truth is these dreams all lead back to "Good and Evil".