Spirits Are Real

Here goes my story but you won't believe me. First I grew up with the ability to sense ghosts. I served a few years in the Canadian Forces before the spiritual trouble happened. A friend of mine gave me a book on how to communicate with spirits and I thought it was interesting so I drew a few symbols on my wall that I thought would get their attention. A day later I had a ghostly visitor in the middle of the night that did not feel friendly. The next day I was in a hypnosis session with a scientology guy and I felt a spirit sit inside me. Literally sit in the exact position I was in in my chair but in me, then I blacked out. I found myself at a friends house in his kitchen and my spirit jumped out of my body and I blacked out again. I came to in my loft the next morning and set off on getting the hell out of town. I was so scared. I hopped on the ferry to Vancouver and ended up walking until my feet had blisters all on them. By that time it was in the middle of the night and I felt this spirit jump in and out of my body and the only thing I could think of was to get into a church for the holy ground. I was running for what seemed like forever when I came upon this church and I grabbed a big stone from the garden and I threw it through the glass door. You must understand I was scared for my soul so I would do anything for this spirit to stop trying to take over me. Well I went into this community church and the spirit followed me in so I figured it was not holy ground. So, I ran outside and found a cab and jumped inside and told the cabby to take me to downtown Vancouver. I must tell you I was not on any drugs or alcohol. While in the cab I had a bottle of water and I was using the water to make the sign of the cross on my forehead to kind of bless myself but the spirit was still trying to take me over. The cabbie and I get to downtown Vancouver and I jump out and give the cabbie my I.D. As collateral cause I had no money and then the closest church was St.James. So I busted open the gate and climbed the roof and found an unlocked window and fell inside. I slowley made my way over to the alter and collapsed on it. I woke up a while later and my body was on fire but instead of it being hot. It was cold. I then left the church with a feeling of my soul being saved and I was relieved. Then I was walking past a school yard later that day and seen a bunch of kids so I yelled to them that god loves them. Just then the cops tackle me and take me to the mental ward of Vancouver hospital where they strap me down and leave the room. As soon as they left I felt a spirit rise up from around my feet and wiggle itself into my body... Then I blacked out. When I came to I was in an airtight room in the mental ward and some people came into my room and gave me water and pills. The lady said that I said when I was out that "I am the antichrist here to accept the sins of the earth". I freaked and said no I never said that. Then I got ahold of my family and finally got out of the nut house. When I got home I talked to god and said I give up and I can't do it anymore. Just then I felt my spirit rise above my body and my only thought was that I did not want my mom to find the corpse. So, I went back into my body and I am still here to this day. The only reason I am telling you this story is to let you know spirits are real and they can take over your body. I have done extensive research on this subject plus my first hand account. Told you that you would not believe me.