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The snake hung silently in the tree silently, watching the lioness nurse her cubs. The snake’s head, plus a quarter of its length hang down from a thick horizontal bough. The remainder of its great length was intertwined in the tree’s limbs, moving only slightly, to shift the pressure of its great weight from one spot to another. As a standing man would shift his weight form one foot to another.

Its head, and the rest that dangled, swayed gently in a breeze that had occasional light gusts. The… Continue

"You will become god."

This being's delivery was smooth, lyrical, almost hypnotic. I felt a fervent desire to want to believe all that was being spoken to me. The entity was now silent, standing still and impassive, as if waiting for a reply.
The room also, was silent. The silence of the room was jarring in contrast to the lyrical flow of words that previously held me entranced.
That silence was sobering.
God?
Me?, Never!
There is but one GOD, but one Creator, all others are created. To HIM bel… Continue

Do the heavenlies have a sense of humor? It had always been a mystery to me. Yet the demise of the demon had all the aspects of a Saturday morning cartoon.
The two sides of the demon laid on the floor for a moment, wriggling like snakes. Then, in a flash of reddish light, it disappeared.

Or so I thought.

The smoke took a few moment to clear. As it cleared, I perceived a form within it. It was standing, appearing to be no bigger than a eight year old boy. Yet it soon became evident that this wa… Continue

I began to pray.
I don't know why I did so. For it would seem apparent that my prayers were being answered by the presence of this Angelic being. Nonetheless, I quietly prayed. My prayers were at first rambling, nearly incoherent. What ever popped into my mind, I prayed for. The prayers progressed from a jumble of words, to phrases, to full sentences. My head was bowed slightly, my eyes downcast, barely open. I could perceive the fight beyond, now a blur of white and red forms.
After a bit, the… Continue

My spirit wilted. I felt helpless and hopeless. I had no defense. I waited passively to see what he would do next. I had not long to wait. With the claws of his free hand, he deftly removed the buttons on the lower portion of my shirt. He then, ever so lightly scratched a line from the top of my belt to just under my breastbone. A very fine line of blood appeared. In my fear and agony, something deep within my soul cried out. "Jesus, help me!"
Just as he was about to scratch again, the room bega… Continue