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Hun trust me the top 1% don't want a new goverment, they love it the way it is. They're the top 1% in this goverment. And devil worship yawwwn, you know who does devil worship, angry teenagers trying to freak out their parents (still got some crosses and pentagrams from that era of my life- great for halloween), but honestly satan worship isn't anything more than a very fun and sucessfull attempt to freak out old people and devaut believers.
Yeah the chips maybe coming, honestly a great idea no more losing my vallet. But what do you really think the devil will accomplish by making chips? making our lives easier? put pickpockets out of buissines? we are all alredy registerd somewhere. Hell if you're baptised you're in church archives, and you can't get out of that, you can always pull the chip out. Mind control watch much of sci fy channel lately? tho I guess it is possible on some level we're all aware of the stockholm syndrome, or how heavy indoctrination can make you completely unable to be reasoned with. and about those croses in the sky, airplanes use fuel, what you are seeing is exaust. Just like cars only a lot more... and you're right it is toxic, such is the price of high speed travel. Keep an open mind and don't worry about satanic cults. happy end of the world

Omg you really need to wake up. How ignorant can you get? For your information, I did personal research on this stuff, and you haven't. You really don't know anything; you just think you do and enjoy making fun of other people from what I can see. Why not google "Georgia Guidestones" and "chemtrails". Or are you just too lazy to wake up from your fantasy land? Think the Matrix movie. Our sweet, peaceful world is not real. But if you choose to have this unaware mindset of what is currently happening today, your life is going to crash around you. You aren't taking matters seriously when in fact you should. If you're a Christian (from how you respond, I doubt it), then you're going to face Holocaust III. And to think that the microchips would be great... if you want to betray God and have no way back, then by all means do as you wish and regret your bad decisions later when you don't find yourself in heaven. If you believe in heaven, that is... I doubt it from what you've said here to me (cough cough narrow-minded)

Georgia Guidestones let me guess you believe it's the anti christs commandments? You're right anti christ really doesn't want useless officials or petty laws. And chemtrails, hun those planes fly everwhere so even the people that supposedly made it happen would be getting it in their system... Or if you'll argue they have anti toxin, so they can survive, hello if they kill the rest of people they'd have to grow their own food, make their own clothes... top 1 precent doesn't wanna do hard laybor. That's 1 lame conspiricy theory and I love conspiricy theories. And ya I'm not a christian duuh I've been trying to act like sceptical cristian, but ever sence the fight with the idiot owner of the guild i stopped bothering with it. I don't believe in god so threatning me with devine punishment is like me threatning you with the boogy man. You call me narrow minded but guess what I read the bible, I read the quran, I've studied egiptian, norse and greek mithology. And to tell you the truth, I find goldilocks more believeable than the bible, at least you can prove the existance of bears. I know what's happening, i'm aware of the s**t that's going on but a magical sky daddy wont save us, we have to do it ourselfs. To think that the laws of nature are effected by whalings and encantations is absurd so as long as people think praying is all they need to do to world will continue to go to ( a methaphorical ) hell. You wake up, and think, hun, just consider all the evidence that has piled up againts your precious bible. If you can read the entire comic and still tell me that the bible is accurate, I'll shut up.

Thanks Angel for your encouraging words. Do not be afraid to allow the Truth be known, because one glorious day it will be known where everybody shall see. smile

No problem. I don't understand why this girl is in this guild when she's saying God's a joke. gonk

Darn it, this post exceeded the 50,000 character length, so I'm going to have to break it into parts.

Well, okay. I'll try my best to explain to you how and why the Bible is accurate and doesn't contradict, but I'm not an expert or anything. I'm not a pastor, and I'm not an all-knowing wise granny. I'm just a teen who will attempt to do her best. Even if I fail, I just have the tiniest glimmer of hope you will understand that no matter how much you doubt the existence of there being a God, you'll understand that Jesus loves you so much. He really does, and he refers to everyone as his children. Doubting Christianity is normal. All Christians do that, even if you're not a Christian. Even I do from time to time, but then I reflect on past experiences and reactions of nonbelievers ("You'll never survive in this world!" Seriously, at least two of them said that to me while we argued over whether God was real or not. I think I understand what they mean because if you are a Christian and don't live in America, you're in danger of getting your head chopped off. In 53 countries, even the sign of a cross is illegal, no questions asked. Can't talk about God, heaven, or Jesus. Burn any book with the word "God" in it. All Bibles must be burned! And... "Look, a Christian! KILL HIM!!!" But yay, I live in the Bible Belt of the US, so I only have to worry about being persecuted, not murdered), the things I've learned in this world, my dad's dream of how AIDS came about and my two visions (me being pulled out of sinful waters and me falling through a void), other people's visions and dreams, Ouija boards and demons (my dad's family practiced Witchcraft when he was a young boy before he came to Christ and had a table that would answer Yes/No questions about the future. I think they used an Ouija board, too. One time when they asked about death, the table shook uncontrollably as if it was angry. Another instance is Dad and a couple of his teenage friends standing in front of a mirror, summoning a witch's spirit with a chant. A green, glowing thing began to come out of the mirror, and they screamed and ran off), among other details and experiences in my life and other's lives, made me realize as an assurance that God, indeed, is real. Even if someone says something convincing about God not being real, I retrospect to the knowledge gained in my life and think, "There's no way that person is right... God has got to be real from what I learned in life. What I know is just as convincing to me." I can't promise that you'll believe what I've said about my experiences and my dad's or a 4-year-old named Colton Burpo dying from a burst appendix and going to heaven but coming back to earth (NDE's are very interesting. We'll talk about NDE's later). I can't promise that you'll believe anything I say because I can't back it up with proof. There's just no way. All I can do is just tell you, not make you believe. I don't know any magic tricks, and I'm sure not going to force you if you don't want to believe.

To start off in my uber-long post here that I believe will be unreasonably long and hopefully not just a vain waste of my time, I'm going to first explain to you the concept of faith. In John 20:24-29, there was a disciple named Thomas "who was angry because the other disciples, even Mary Magdalene, had gotten to see the risen Christ and he hadn't. The story is told in the gospel of John:

Now Thomas (called Didymus), one of the Twelve, was not with the disciples when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, 'We have seen the Lord!'

But he said to them, 'Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe it.'

A week later his disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, 'Peace be with you!' Then he said to Thomas, 'Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.'

Thomas said to him, 'My Lord and my God!'

Then Jesus told him, 'Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.'

This story is where we get the familiar term 'doubting Thomas,' someone who refuses to believe something without physical evidence or direct personal experience. In other words, a person without faith," quoted from Heaven Is for Real (140-141). In other words, you. If you don't have faith that the Bible is accurate and the Truth, then you are not a Christian. This is not something said to be mean. I'm just stating it. You aren't just doubting, your "candle light is extinguished." If the Bible is a lie, wouldn't that be saying God is a lie, too? The Bible is God's Word.

Before attempting to delve into what facts there are of the Bible's accuracy (I make no promises of you believing), I am going to show you a sneak-peak into some other people's lives and their experiences:

"Via our hosts, those friends had forwarded us an e-mail about a report CNN had run just two months earlier, in December 2006. The story was about a young Lithuanian-American girl named Akiane Kramarik, who lived in Idaho. Twelve years old at the time of the CNN segment, Akiane (pronounced AH-KEE-AHNA) had begun having 'visions' of heaven at the age of four, the e-mail said. Her descriptions of heaven sounded remarkably like Colton's, and our host's friends thought we'd be interested in the report.

Sitting at the computer, I clicked on the link to the three-minute segment that began with background music, a slow classical piece on cello. A male voice-over said: 'A self-taught artist who says her inspiration comes 'from above.' Paintings that are spiritual, emotional... and created by a twelve-year-old prodigy.'

Prodigy was right. As the cell played, the video showed painting after painting of angelic-looking figures, idyllic landscapes, and a profile view of a man who was clearly meant to be Christ. Then a shot of a young girl filling a canvas with color. But these didn't seem to be paintings by a young girl, or even of an adult learning to paint portraits. This was sophisticated artwork that could hang in any gallery.

Akiane began painting at the age of six, the voice-over said, but at age four she 'began to describe to her mother her visits to heaven.'

Then Akiane spoke for the first time: 'All the colors were out of this world,' she said, describing heaven. 'There are hundreds of millions of more colors we don't know yet.'

The narrator went on to say that Akiane's mother was an atheist and the concept of God was never discussed in their home. The family did not watch television, and Akiane didn't attend any kind of preschool. So as the little girl began to tell her stories of heaven, then depict them first in drawings, then paintings, her mother knew she couldn't have heard these things from another person. Slowly, her mom began to accept that Akiane's visions were real and that therefore, God must be real.

'I think that God knows where he puts our children, in each family,' Mrs. Kramarik said.

I remembered what Jesus told his disciples one day when they were trying to keep some kids from 'bothering' him: 'Let the little children come to me,' (Mark 10:14).

I made a mental note for future sermons: Akiane's story showed that God can reach to anyone, anywhere, at any age-- even a preschool girl in a home where his name had never been spoken.

But that was not the lesson God had for me that day.

As I watched a montage of Akiane's artwork play across my computer screen, the narrator said, 'Akiane describes God as vividly as she paints him.'

At that point, a close-up portrait of the face of Christ filled the screen. It was the same likeness I'd seen before, but this time with Jesus looking directly 'into the camera,' so to speak.

'He's pure,' Akiane was saying. 'He's very masculine, really strong and big. And his eyes are just beautiful.'

Wow. Nearly three years had passed since Colton's surgery, and about two and a half years since he first described Jesus to me that night in the basement. I was struck by the similarities between his and Akiane's recollections: all the colors in heaven... and especially their descriptions of Jesus' eyes.

'And his eyes,' Colton had said. 'Oh, Dad, his eyes are so pretty!'

What an interesting detail for two four-year-olds to key in on. After the CNN report concluded, I rewound it to that second portrait of Jesus, a startlingly realistic picture that Akiane painted when she was eight. The eyes were indeed striking-- a clear, greenish blue under bold, dark brows-- with half the face in shadow. And I noticed his hair was shorter than most artists paint it. The beard was also different, fuller somehow, more... I don't know... casual.

Still, of the literally dozens of portraits of Jesus we'd seen since 2003, Colton had still never seen one he thought was right.

Well, I thought, may as well see what he thinks of Akiane's attempt.

I got up from the desk and hollered up the stairs for Colton to come down to the basement," quote from Heaven Is for Real (142-144).

"Knowing how many pictures Colton had rejected, Sonja and I finally felt that in Akiane's portrait, we'd seen the face of Jesus. Or at least a startling likeness.

We were pretty sure no painting could ever capture the majesty of the person of the risen Christ. But after three years of examining Jesus pictures, Sonja and I thought it was interesting that when Colton said, 'This one's right,' he hadn't known the portrait, called Prince of Peace: The Resurrection, was painted by another child-- a child who had also claimed to visit heaven," quote from Heaven Is for Real (144).

Now about NDE's (Near Death Experiences), they interest me greatly, and I had thrown together a couple stories and videos of them.

Near-Death Experiences: Is there an Afterlife?

Near-Death Experience - Howard Storm
http://www.medjugorje.ws/en/articles/howard-storm-near-death-experience/

Jim Anderson: Heaven Can Wait Story
http://www.cbn.com/700club/features/amazing/Jim_Anderson_120707.aspx

Jim Anderson: Heaven Can Wait Video
http://www.cbn.com/media/player/index.aspx?s=/vod/SW94v1_3_WS

Ian McCormack: The Lazarus Phenomenon Story
http://www.cbn.com/700club/features/amazing/Ian_McCormack_022610.aspx

Ian McCormack: The Lazarus Phenomenon Video
http://www.cbn.com/media/player/index.aspx?s=/vod/SUS142_IanMcCormack_022610_WS

Tony Davis: Unfinished Business on Earth Story
http://www.cbn.com/700club/features/amazing/Tony_Davis_050908.aspx

Tony Davis: Unfinished Business on Earth Video
http://www.cbn.com/media/player/index.aspx?s=/vod/RT10v3

Jeff Markin: Back From the Dead, Reborn into the Light Story
http://www.cbn.com/700club/features/amazing/Jeff-Markin-Chauncey-Crandall-091510.aspx

Jeff Markin: Back From the Dead, Reborn into the Light Video
http://www.cbn.com/media/player/index.aspx?s=/vod/SAF13v5_WS

An Analysis of The Atheists Near-Death Experiences
http://www.near-death.com/experiences/atheists01.html

Beyond the Light
http://iands.org/nde-stories/17-nde-accounts-from-beyond-the-light.html

You know what, I'm just so angry right now that I'm going to toss this in, too, in my very wild, unorganized post here:

Mark of the Beast
Welcome to the Cashless Society
http://www.infowars.com/cashless_society.htm

Cashless Society Fulfilling Biblical Prophesy
http://www.care2.com/news/member/378379217/634736

Cashless Society with Implanted Microchip by 2017
http://12160.info/video/cashless-society-with

The Mark of the Beast
http://www.markbeast.com/

666- Bible Prophesy
http://www.bibleprophesy.org/666mark.htm

It also forced all people, great and small, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hands or on their foreheads, so that they could not buy or sell unless they had the mark, which is the name of the beast or the number of its name. This calls for wisdom. Let the person who has insight calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man. That number is 666.
-Revelation 13:16-18

A third angel followed them and said in a loud voice: “If anyone worships the beast and his image and receives his mark on the forehead or on the hand, he, too, will drink of the wine of God’s fury, which has been poured full strength into the cup of his wrath. He will be tormented with burning sulfur in the presence of the holy angels and of the Lamb. And the smoke of their torment rises for ever and ever. There is no rest day or night for those who worship the beast and his image, or for anyone who receives the mark of his name.” This calls for patient endurance on the part of the saints who obey God’s commandments and remain faithful to Jesus.
-Revelation 14:9-12

The Georgia Guidestones
http://www.radioliberty.com/stones.htm

Here's a story about an idiot girl who was tampering with demons. She's not a Christian, and was dabbling into the occult because her friends had decided to play with an Ouija board:

"I am 30 years old now, but I have a true story to tell back when I was 17, almost 15 years ago in Seattle.

It was raining heavy all day, darkly overcast and dark early which is typical for a Seattle September. I decided to call one of my friends who lived up north that I hadn’t seen in a while and catch up with him, so I gave him a quick call, grabbed my sleeping bag, some weed and my toothbrush, jumped into my rusted out old bomb of a car and headed two hours north into the woods where his house was.

When I got there, Jake (my friend) who was 18 at the time, had people over, a few people that he knew, Amber, Crissy and Mike. Jake lived in a big house almost 15 miles from a small town on an island. He inherited the house from his late grandfather and his dad lived almost 200 miles away in eastern Washington, so it was just us.

Although the house had a fireplace and wood stove, it was always cold, probably because of the high ceilings, stone and timber floors and open spaces. We hung out in an old wine cellar/basement that Jake had converted into his guitar room and studio under the house, heated by a small blow heater, it was just enough to keep the basement bearable.

We smoked the weed I brought, and drank some red wine Mike managed to get from a guy he knew. We were all laughing and having a good time talking politics and music. Mike was telling us about a really cool band he heard one night in Pioneer Square by the University district that he thought was going to be big. (I won’t name the band, but as it turned out, they became huge.) The conversation turned to more esoteric material, Amber and Crissy were talking about the occult. Mike and Jake were talking sports.

I was getting sympathetic glances from Jacob when he realized I had nothing to say about either topic. He turned his conversation toward me, and asked if I wanted to play a game. “Sure” I said. Amber broke mid sentence and interrupted, “we have a game”.

Mike immediately piped up, “I’m not making out with you Amber, besides, we don’t have anymore alcohol.” Which I thought was a bit rude, because Amber was really pretty and although a bit eccentric in an emo gothic way, but she was nice. “No” she said, pulling a Ouija board out of her duffle bag, apparently the girls had decided to stay the night too and packed accordingly.

I think Mike was really stoned because he sat out of the game, lounging on an old beat up couch Jacob had bought from a thrift shop for 18.00. Curled up in his HS letterman’s jacket, he fell asleep.

We turned off the one light bulb hanging from the basement ceiling after lighting a few candles. Jake always had a lot of candles in his house, (I don’t think he liked to pay electricity bills), besides being only 18, he had a minimum wage job at a pet store, so finding candles in Jacob’s house was never a problem.

We turned off the heater to create a more silent atmosphere. It was eerie down in that dark basement lighted only by candles in the middle of the night staring at a Ouija board in a big old house in the middle of the woods with only the sound of rain and the creaking floorboards above us. But surprisingly I remember, we were not cold, some of which I think was because we were so high.

We all put our hands on the board and closed our eyes. Amber who was the one who studied witchcraft and that stuff was directing us. Telling us not fall asleep, but to relax our minds, to just let go and focus on creating a triangle in our minds where the spirits could come through. (I thought to myself, relaxing my mind will not be a problem, but the rest of this sounds like B.S.)
I said nothing, but just did as she said. I tuned out everything except the sound of her voice, creating a space in the form of a triangle for the spirits to come through in. I felt sleepy, but I did not lose consciousness. Then it happened.

I saw an image of really hot guy. I didn’t know him, I just remember thinking to myself, wow!, this will be easy to look at as he stood in the triangle. I actually began to feel a bit horny, but of course I kept that to myself. I heard Jake make a soft Hmmm, sound to himself too, like he was seeing him too, but dismissed it, because I know Jake was not gay.

Then, this guy reached out and touched my hand, I felt a cold chill run through me like a nervous tingle up my spine even though it was just in my imagination. And the pointer moved! The image of this guy stayed in my head even when I opened my eyes. I did not expect to be able to still ‘see’ him and keep my eyes open and watch the board at the same time, but I did. The pointer spelled out the word H-E-L-L-O.

Jacob was smiling ear to ear as was Crissy. I wondered if they had a similar experience, still I said nothing but I wanted to know if they were experiencing the same thing as I was. Amber just sat there, expressionless, and finally said in a flat tone, “they have arrived.” “Who? Who has arrived Amber? and did you move it?” She swore that she didn’t. We all sat there silent looking at each other. “OK, nobody move it this time, for real, let’s ask it something,” Jacob said. “Like what?” Crissy said. “I don’t know, something that only one of us knows.” “Ohh I know,” Crissy said, “that time that you and Mike went to the party and the car got stuck, Mike left and would not tell anyone where he went. Only he knows, lets ask it that”

Amber, directed the question, “where did Mike go on (such and such day) after he walked off?” Much to my surprise, the board did not hesitate, not even for a second. It spelled out B-A-S-E-B-A-L-L-F-E-I-L-D. “Baseball field? Mike ditched us to go to the Friggin baseball field? Are you kidding me?” Jake was a little upset, I could see it in his face.

I tried to calm him by telling him, that it didn’t matter and probably wasn’t true anyway. The board continued to answer our questions for about a half hour before Mike woke up. He jumped off the old couch and yelled something none of us could understand and scared us half to death in the process. “What the hell dude?” Jake said to Mike.

“I just had a bizarre nightmare, I was at a Seahawks game and we won, I was so happy then afterwards I was allowed to go back and meet all the players. It was awesome, we were hanging out in the locker room and everything, then.. their skins began to fall away, and they turned into vampires and crap and began eating people with knives and forks and drinking blood from crystal glasses. You guys. They sat at a table and served you up as platters of food. They’re were about 10 of them and they were digging around inside your decapitated heads, saying that if I wanted to eat the body, I had to eat my brains first, I mean your brains first. You guys were the main course.”
“Knock it off Mike, your not very funny, besides, where did you go that day after the car got stuck? Answer me honestly, its important,” Jake said.
“Ohh yeah, well, your probably gonna be a bit pissed, but I went to the baseball field across town to meet Crystal, sorry man.” He said wiping the drool off his lip.

The room went silent and the pointer began to spell again. Y-O-U-A-R-E-A-L-L-G-O-I-N-G-T-O-D-I-E. Just then two of the four candles we had lit just spontaneously fizzled out and the room got a whole lot darker. A cold chill came over me and all of a sudden, I could feel myself being watched from every corner of the room. I wanted to curl up in a ball, because I could feel something or someone beside my feet under the old card table that the board sat on. I could feel, the presence of something or someone coming through the brick stone walls that lined the old wine cellar basement.

The feeling of being stared at from behind and from the sides was so intense that I had to keep looking around to make sure that nobody was actually there. the board spelled out again and stronger and faster this time, “W-E-A-R-E-G-O-I-N-G-T-O-K-I-L-L-Y-O-U-A-N-D-E-A-T-U.

The image of the sexy guy in the triangle turned into an image of a demon. I could see his dark black pits of eyes that sunk into his skull and dull gray cracked bald head and fangs in my mind. He was licking his lips with a dried out crusted tongue, scraping it across the gaping black maw that resembled his mouth. I felt a wave of nausea and disgust come over me, I closed my eyes but the image stayed there, and even got stronger. Opening my eyes wide did not help, since it was in my imagination I could not get the image out of my head. He reached forward and scooped out a portion of my brains showing me and said to me in my mind, this is your imagination, I’m eating it, and soon, I will have your entire soul.

I felt so alone and scared. other demons with fangs and claws began to emerge from the background in my mind. back in the physical room, it was filled with a thick atmosphere that you could cut with a scalpel. Mike was the only one who didn’t seem to be affected by it, he was just fumbling around in the dark looking for his cigarettes. The rest of them just sat there motionless at the card table, looking around the room, I know they felt it too.

Then, it happened, something slapped me in the back. I whizzed around thinking Mike was playing a joke on us, but he was sitting on the couch lighting a smoke. “Something just slapped me on the back,” I said, looking at Crissy, Amber and Jacob. “I know,” said Jacob, “something hit me earlier too, I just didn’t say anything before.” “Guys, this isn’t funny, I’m starting to get freaked out here,” said Crissy. In a flat tone Jacob just said, “nobody’s laughing, I don’t think this is a joke”.

Being aware that candles cast shadows and that you can see some pretty strange stuff, what I saw that night in the darkness of the wine cellar was definitely not the result of shadows being cast by candles. I saw black misty shadowy things moving in a controlled and very deliberate way around the room out of the corner of my eyes. Some of them very lighting quick, and others seemed to stroll though and take their time, knowing they had all night.
Amber, who was leading the séance before, suggested that we close the circle down, that this had been enough for one night and that we should go upstairs and make a fire and try to get warm. Just then I became aware of just how cold the room was, even colder than normal. Everyone agreed except Mike who just wanted to go back to sleep after his cigarette, but couldn’t because he complained about the cold despite wearing jeans, a thermal top and a jacket.

Amber started out by telling us to grab the planchette and repeat in our minds, spirits depart. But the pointer just kept being drawn to the word No on the board. “I demand that you leave this house, depart, now!” she said. The pointer just spelled out the letters G-O-T-O-H-E-L-L-A-N-D-D-I-E-S-L-U-T-S.
We packed up the board anyway, and went upstairs. The rain was still coming down and in droves. As we walked up the creaky wooden staircase out of the basement together with candles in hand, toward the top of the staircase I thought about putting the light back on, but decided to just get out of there instead. Jacob made a fire, and Mike went outside to pee. When he came back in, he told us that we had better lock the doors because he thought he saw a pack of wolves roaming around the perimeter of the trees, that he wasn’t sure, but that’s what it looked like. I remember him asking Jake if his neighbor owned pet dogs, Jacob said he didn’t really have many neighbors and that he didn’t think they did.

So we locked the doors to the outside and gathered by the fire. I looked at my watch and was really surprised to see that it had stopped on six o clock. I asked Crissy what time it was because she was the only one wearing a watch besides me, she said she didn’t know because her watch had been playing up and was broken too.

Living in the city, I’m not used to packs of wild animals roaming around my house, especially wolves. The whole thing seemed a bit too corny and coincidental to me, but Jacob assured me that it was normal to have wild animals living in the woods by the house, including wolves and not to worry. He explained to me that raccoons and possums regularly go through his trash. I felt a little bit better, but was uneasy about the fact that I could not get the image of that demonic face out of my head and I was stuck out in the middle of the dark woods in the pouring rain in a big old house with the possibility of being surrounded by a pack of hungry timberwolves just beyond the brick and wood walls.

The image of the Demonic face was not going away, it was only getting clearer and I felt as if the shadow creatures I was seeing darting around out of the corner of my eyes had followed us up the stairs and were coming up through the floor. I felt weak and unmotivated to do anything about it though.
I really started to get scared when I went to the bathroom upstairs, turned on the light and went over to the sink. I stared at myself in the mirror, I stood there for almost 15 minutes just looking at myself. I don’t know what came over me, but I definitely wasn’t high anymore. I was as sober as a person could be and for some reason I just stood there in utter silence fascinated at the sight of my own face. I remember poking it and feeling it, as if it wasn’t mine at all. It was the weirdest feeling I had ever had. I felt cold all over, but I was oddly enough able to tolerate the feeling with an ease that I hadn’t before. I felt as if I could just strip down naked despite the fact that I could see my breath when I blew. I didn’t.

The feeling to urinate that led me upstairs and into the bathroom to begin with, strangely passed, as I no longer felt the urge to go. I looked over at the sink and saw one of Jakes razors in an old plastic cup sitting there. I grabbed it, and felt the overwhelming urge to cut myself, I don’t know why, I never had any thoughts like this before and I never, ever cut myself before. But the thought of what it would feel like to run a cold piece of steel over my flesh was too much, I pressed the razor into my wrist, I still to this day don’t know why and I was totally aware of doing it at the time. It just seemed like it wasn’t me, but it was me… this is difficult to explain.

The feel of the sharp razor pressing into me did not hurt as I had expected it to, but instead felt.. for lack of a better word, …good. This was a totally alien concept to me, I had heard of people cutting themselves before, but never in a million years could imagine me doing it to myself. I remember feeling surprised as the warmth of the blood began to flow from my wrist. I instinctually raised my arm to meet my mouth to stop the bleeding, I dropped the razor to the floor and the tinking sound of the steel meeting the tiles for a moment broke the utter silence. The rain outside had stopped.

I began sucking on my wound, at first to stop the bleeding, but the gentle flow of the warm blood into my mouth took hold of me and I began to suck harder and harder. I could smell the iron, that distinctive smell of blood. I felt so strange standing there looking at myself in the mirror with my wrist to my mouth drinking my own blood. Just then I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs from down the hall. It was nearly 40 feet away and I somehow knew it was Mike.

As I heard him draw closer and closer up the stairs, I began to ‘come out’ of it. I was no longer fascinated by my own image and couldn’t believe I had done such a stupid thing as cut myself! What the hell was I thinking? I quickly picked up the razor from the floor, washed it off in the sink and put it back. The words, ‘cut deep’ came into my mind earlier, and I was now glad that I hadn’t. The bleeding had almost stopped due to my intense sucking, but was still coming through a little bit. I ran it under cold water and started looking around the room for a bandage. Just then, the face re-appeared.
I saw that gray skinned demon with cracked skin and deep black pits for eyes and fangs again. This time his mouth was red with blood. I pulled myself out of it and re-attended my cut. Again, I thought to myself, how could you do this? That uneasy feeling of being watched returned. The sets of eyes that were glaring at me from behind were now so intense I could feel them piercing right through me at the back of my neck. My hair was pricked up and the coldness again returned.

Mike knocked at the door with a loud knock that he has. “Is everything OK in there? You’ve been in there a while.” “Yes, its OK, I’m finished.” I said. He opened the door and looked at me like I was dressed like a freak or something. “What the hell have you been doing? You’ve been in here almost 45 minutes. (silence)

“Well whatever, come with me, you need to come downstairs. now” I was not in the mood to argue and I could not explain what just happened to even myself, let alone anyone else, so I went downstairs with Mike. He can be a little out of touch with the weirder side of human nature, but he is a strong personality and I felt safe with him around. I knew now that whatever came out of that Ouija board did not get put back, and it would not be pulled into line by anyone, especially Amber. Whatever it was, I felt like it was time to acknowledge it.

It followed Mike and I down the hall and down the stairs to the main room where the fire was going. Jake and Crissy were comforting Amber telling her it would be OK. I leaned over and asked Mike what had happened, he didn’t say anything. I asked again, “I don’t know” he said, “she just flipped out.”
Jacob spoke up as we approached them, “that thing in the board, we need to put it back,” he said raising his head to look at us. I could see that Mike was confused, but I knew exactly what he meant, and was in full agreement. I could see the shadow creature images darting around the room again from the corner of my eyes and feel the dark presences filling the room. “Amber is not well, she needs a hospital or something. Mike, you could take her on your bike.”

Mike had a new street bike that he bought after suing a hospital for giving him an infection during a routine operation several years ago, which kept him in hospital longer on IV antibiotics, which led to him being dropped from the Varsity football team, taking up smoking, falling in with the ‘wrong crowd’ (Jake, Amber & Crissy), which ultimately led him to be here, in the middle of the dark woods at night possibly surrounded by a pack of hungry canine predators, in an old house that was colder than Stalin’s crypt, amongst obviously malevolent and supernatural entities who’s explicit orders were, for us to die.

I would have felt sorry for him if I too hadn’t been in the same situation. At least he had an out. It had rained so much over the last two and a half days, that I’m sure my little car would not be able to make it up the steep dirt (mud) driveway to get out. Not like a state of the art motorcycle.

In the end Mike put the helmet on Amber and took her into town so that she could get seen by a doctor or nurse. Jacob, Crissy and I were left to our own devices. I never did find out what Mike meant by Amber ‘flipping out’.
Later that night, we got a phone call from Mike’s Aunt at the hospital. They never made it to town. Apparently there was an accident, a motorbike carrying two passengers were killed when they hit a fallen tree. Slippery roads, poor visibility and excessive speeds were the official blame. Marijuana was also found in the coat pocket of the female passenger and was thought to contribute to the accident.

I suspect there was another cause of their deaths that night and it didn’t have anything to do with pot or slippery roads. Although those are all plausible explanations, I can’t help but to remember the Ouija boards words about us going to die that night. And it happened. Even as I felt myself up in that bathroom cutting into myself I could hear the words as if an entity was speaking into my ear, “cut deep little girl.” Knowing now that if I did, I would not be here telling you the events of that September day, and if it had not been for Mike coming up those stairs when he did, I know deep down, that a part of me would have taken my own life even though I was not suicidal.
I had seen the image of the gray vampire in my mind and my dreams for years after that. I fell into a deep depression and was diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Days had passed where I was so weak, I was unable to even get out of bed. I lost my job and eventually my life (or the quality of my life rather) to this demon/vampire.

Since doctors could not help me, I turned to psychics and alternative healers instead. Some of them just took my money and told me I was going to get married and live a long happy life, but a handful of legitimate ones would take one look at me, or do my cards and give me back my money telling me that they could not help me. Some would be more forthcoming and say that I had a very dark and evil presence feeding off of me, and was taking just enough of my life force to keep me going.

I turned to a pastor but his prayers did not help me, It only antagonized the entity to punish me more and I learned not to go back to the church.
I stayed away for many years, never going outside unless it was at night when it was less crowded with people and only then in certain areas where that were thought to be abandoned. I lived off a state pension after my diagnosis and had food delivered to me in my tiny west end apartment and gradually grew into an agoraphobic.

During my time with the entity, it told me many things that would come to happen, and most of them did, including the election of Barrack Obama before he even ran for president. When the entity inhabited me, I seemed to know certain things about people that when I asked them about it, freaked them out. I lost many friends during this time.

Everytime I would try to free myself from the entity, it would seem to know, and it would punish me harshly for trying. Then one day a young man staring at me one night in a coffee shop in Everett as he was drinking his coffee, just waiting there, doing nothing gave me the strangest feeling that I knew him. I had to walk over to him and excuse myself, but, ask him, do we know each other?

“That is an interesting question and one that is not easily answered.” he said. What a weirdo I thought at first, that was the strangest reply I had ever gotten from a person and totally unexpected. Yet I felt something from him, like an odd familiarity that I could not explain… and it was terrifying to me. I only knew that he represented something that wasn’t good for me, but my curiosity won the day and I sat down across from him watching him close.
“The entity that you harbor see’s me as his enemy, ” he said. He introduced himself as Santa… (something) I forget exactly. He claimed to be a Kabbalist Magician who studied hermetic sciences. Whoever he was or whatever he was, I thank him, he told me that the entity was a psychic vampire by the name of …….-…. and that the entity had overstepped his authority and should release me now, that enough time had passed and my contract with him was finished. I don’t know what he meant by all of that or all the other stuff he said.

I tried to explain to him what had happened and how I tried to get rid of the creature. He said that the spirit no longer had a legitimate contract over me and that he would see to it that it moved on. He warned me about the dangers of dabbling in the occult and emphasized that knowledge should always be the first weapon.

In the end of our conversation I said to him that he was a good person for doing this and was he able to kill the demon? His reply puzzled me, even to this day. He said, no, he wasn’t going to kill the entity, that it was an important part of creation and although I could not understand it, it serves it an important purpose. That he was just putting things back in balance. He also pointed out to me that if I thought he was a good person, what did I feel about him while the entity was in possession of my mind? I never saw him again after that night.

That is where I will end this. I hope anyone who reads this very seriously considers the risk and consequences of playing with Ouija boards or dabbling in the occult without knowing what they are doing. I would not have posted this, but in the last part of my conversation with the Jewish mystic, he told me to tell my story so that others will know. Today I lead a good life again with balance and freedom. The images have stopped and apart from telling my tale about that September night, I do not think anymore of it.

I swear that everything in this is true and not embellished. These events happened just as I have described them and I have nothing to gain by lying. I only wish people to learn from the mistakes we made that night.
I am also sorry to report that Crissy had unexpectedly passed away about 5 years ago from sudden onset stroke at the age of 28. R.I.P.

Written by Shelly Mitchell, Copyright 2009" by http://www.trueghosttales.com/paranormal/inviting-the-demon-a-ouija-board-story/

Astral Projection Forum Thread on Gaia Online:

by Robotic Chewie19 in http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=22499265

And now finally, I'm just going to jump far and away to the topic we were really meaning to discuss: How the Bible is accurate.

"There have been hundreds of books written on the subject of the evidences of the divine inspiration of the Bible, and these evidences are many and varied. Most people today, unfortunately, have not read any of these books. In fact, few have even read the Bible itself! Thus, many people tend to go along with the popular delusion that the Bible is full of mistakes and is no longer relevant to our modern world.

Nevertheless the Bible writers claimed repeatedly that they were transmitting the very Word of God, infallible and authoritative in the highest degree. This is an amazing thing for any writer to say, and if the forty or so men who wrote the Scriptures were wrong in these claims, then they must have been lying, or insane, or both.

But, on the other hand, if the greatest and most influential book of the ages, containing the most beautiful literature and the most perfect moral code ever devised, was written by deceiving fanatics, then what hope is there for ever finding meaning and purpose in this world?

If one will seriously investigate these Biblical evidences, he will find that their claims of divine inspiration (stated over 3,000 times, in various ways) were amply justified.

Fulfilled Prophecies

The remarkable evidence of fulfilled prophecy is just one case in point. Hundreds of Bible prophecies have been fulfilled, specifically and meticulously, often long after the prophetic writer had passed away.

For example, Daniel the prophet predicted in about 538 BC (Daniel 9:24-27) that Christ would come as Israel's promised Savior and Prince 483 years after the Persian emperor would give the Jews authority to rebuild Jerusalem, which was then in ruins. This was clearly and definitely fulfilled, hundreds of years later.

There are extensive prophecies dealing with individual nations and cities and with the course of history in general, all of which have been literally fulfilled. More than 300 prophecies were fulfilled by Christ Himself at His first coming. Other prophecies deal with the spread of Christianity, as well as various false religions, and many other subjects.

There is no other book, ancient or modern, like this. The vague, and usually erroneous, prophecies of people like Jeanne Dixon, Nostradamus, Edgar Cayce, and others like them are not in the same category at all, and neither are other religious books such as the Koran, the Confucian Analects, and similar religious writings. Only the Bible manifests this remarkable prophetic evidence, and it does so on such a tremendous scale as to render completely absurd any explanation other than divine revelation.

Unique Historical Accuracy

The historical accuracy of the Scriptures is likewise in a class by itself, far superior to the written records of Egypt, Assyria, and other early nations. Archeological confirmations of the Biblical record have been almost innumerable in the last century. Dr. Nelson Glueck, probably the greatest modern authority on Israeli archeology, has said:

"No archeological discovery has ever controverted a Biblical reference. Scores of archeological findings have been made which confirm in clear outline or in exact detail historical statements in the Bible. And, by the same token, proper evaluation of Biblical descriptions has often led to amazing discoveries."

Scientific Accuracy

Another striking evidence of divine inspiration is found in the fact that many of the principles of modern science were recorded as facts of nature in the Bible long before scientist confirmed them experimentally. A sampling of these would include:

Roundness of the earth (Isaiah 40:22)
Almost infinite extent of the sidereal universe (Isaiah 55:9)
Law of conservation of mass and energy (II Peter 3:7)
Hydrologic cycle (Ecclesiastes 1:7)
Vast number of stars (Jeremiah 33:22)
Law of increasing entropy (Psalm 102:25-27)
Paramount importance of blood in life processes (Leviticus 17:11)
Atmospheric circulation (Ecclesiastes 1:6)
Gravitational field (Job 26:7)
and many others.

These are not stated in the technical jargon of modern science, of course, but in terms of the basic world of man's everyday experience; nevertheless, they are completely in accord with the most modern scientific facts.

It is significant also that no real mistake has ever been demonstrated in the Bible—in science, in history, or in any other subject. Many have been claimed, of course, but conservative Bible scholars have always been able to work out reasonable solutions to all such problems.

Unique Structure

The remarkable structure of the Bible should also be stressed. Although it is a collection of 66 books, written by 40 or more different men over a period of 2,000 years, it is clearly one Book, with perfect unity and consistency throughout.

The individual writers, at the time of writing, had no idea that their message was eventually to be incorporated into such a Book, but each nevertheless fits perfectly into place and serves its own unique purpose as a component of the whole. Anyone who diligently studies the Bible will continually find remarkable structural and mathematical patterns woven throughout its fabric, with an intricacy and symmetry incapable of explanation by chance or collusion.

The one consistent theme of the Bible, developing in grandeur from Genesis to Revelation, is God's great work in the creation and redemption of all things, through His only Son, the Lord Jesus Christ.

Bible's Unique Effect

The Bible is unique also in terms of its effect on individual men and on the history of nations. It is the all-time best seller, appealing both to hearts and minds, beloved by at least some in every race or nation or tribe to which it has gone, rich or poor, scholar or simple, king or commoner, men of literally every background and walk of life. No other book has ever held such universal appeal nor produced such lasting effects.

One final evidence that the Bible is true is found in the testimony of those who have believed it. Multitudes of people, past and present, have found from personal experience that its promises are true, its counsel is sound, its commands and restrictions are wise, and its wonderful message of salvation meets every need for both time and eternity," quoted by http://www.christiananswers.net/q-eden/edn-t003.html

For your information, here are links to other websites (I doubt you'd read them) that are evidence of the Bible's accuracy:

How Accurate is the Bible?
Is the Bible Reliable?

More evidence but more on the stories of the Bible than the Bible itself:

"Did Pontius Pilate Exist?

For years, skeptics have claimed that Pontius Pilate, the one responsible for Jesus' execution, was nothing more than a mythical figure. Is this true? And whether or not it is true, what is the significance of this? The implications of this are simple: if Pontius Pilate did not exist, then the critics are right in stating that the Bible is in error. However, if he did exist, then it proves once again that the Bible is accurate in its details.
Let's begin by examining Matthew 27:2. It reads, "And when they had bound Him, they led Him away, and delivered Him to Pontius Pilate the governor." Was Pilate really a governor? Luke 3:1 seems to agree: "Now in the fifteenth year of the reign of Tiberius Caesar, Pontius Pilate being governor of Judaea, and Herod being tetrarch of Galilee, and his brother Philip tetrarch of Ituraea and of the region of Trachonitis, and Lysanias the tetrarch of Abilene..." Josephus and Tacitus refer to him as "procurator." But even though Josephus and Tacitus mention Pilate in their writings, the critics wanted something more -- they wanted tangible proof documenting his life. Although, that hasn't yet happened, there are several pieces of "evidence" that can be put forth in support of Pontius Pilate's existence.

In 1961, while excavating a Roman theatre near Caesarea, Dr. Frova and some Italian archaeologists discovered a stone slab which was part of the steps of the theatre. It's inscription said that it was from "Pontius Pilate, the Prefect of Judea." It read: "Tiberium, Pontius Pilate, Prefect of Judea." Some speculate that its complete inscription may have read, "Pontius Pilate, Prefect of Judea, has dedicated to the people of Caesarea a temple in honor of Tiberius," and that it was once a part of a Tiberium (temple). According to wikipedia, "the coastal town of Caesarea... was the seat of power of Iudaea during the government of Pontius Pilate," although he did have a place of residence in Jerusalem which he seldom used. It is important to note that John's use of the word "governor" incorporates both the title of "prefect" and "procurator."

Also, coins have been found that are minted in A.D. 29-31 with the name "Pontius Pilate" etched into them. It is interesting to note that Pilate was Prefect from approximately 26-36 A.D.

The critics have long pointed out that if Pilate did exist, he wouldn't have been so weak as to give in to the people's wishes and crucify Jesus. They use this to then say that the Bible is in error. However, John 19:12 tells us that the Jews were inciting a riot, and they threatened Pilate: "And from thenceforth Pilate sought to release Him: but the Jews cried out, saying, 'If thou let this man go, thou art not Caesar's friend: whosoever maketh himself a king speaketh against Caesar.'" Pilate's actions make perfect sense, because he had been appointed by an official who was executed for plotting against Caesar. Naturally, then, Pilate wanted to keep the peace; he knew that if the Caesar in Rome heard about a riot, he would have Pilate's head.

The next verse in John 19, verse 13, states: "When Pilate therefore heard that saying, he brought Jesus forth, and sat down in the judgment seat in a place that is called the Pavement, but in the Hebrew, Gabbatha." Many critics thought that the Pavement didn't exist, so the Bible must be wrong. However, in his book "The Archeology of Palestine," William F. Albright identified it as the court of the Tower of Antonia. This was a Roman military headquarters, located in Jerusalem. It was destroyed in 66-70 A.D. It had since been buried, even though the city was rebuilt under Hadrian, and it was not discovered until recently.

Another thing to note is that Josephus, who mentions Pilate in his writings, was a Jewish historian. He would have paid much attention to the details of the history of his race, including who was reigning, because it was important. To add to this, the Bible predicted that "the Scepter shall not depart from Judah, nor a lawgiver from between his feet until Shiloh (another name for God) comes, and to Him shall be the obedience of the people." When the Romans overtook Jerusalem, they took away the people's right to kill as punishment -- even if it was under their own law. The only thing they were allowed to do was sentence people to death. That is why they said, "He is guilty of death," and then they had to go to Pilate to execute the plan -- they couldn't do it, and Pilate had the power.

Also, Pilate wrote various letters that have been preserved. Whether or not they are authentic, they do show that a man named Pilate existed, and they corroborate the story of Jesus as given in the Gospels on many points.

Although the last few points don't specifically "prove" that Pilate existed, it does add weight to the matter, and it shows that the Bible is accurate in even the little details. All of the points show that Pilate was a real person who did exist," quoted by http://defendchristianfaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/did-pontius-pilate-actually-exist.html

More on Pilate, the Pilate Stone, the coins, etc. (including pictures)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pontius_Pilate

What about Moses and when he divided the Red Sea? Did the Red Sea Crossing actually take place?
http://www.arkdiscovery.com/red_sea_crossing.htm

The Non-Biblical References to Jesus Christ's Existence:

"Do Other Nonbiblical Sources Confirm Jesus Christ's Existence?
Many people assume that, apart from the Bible, history is silent concerning Jesus of Nazareth. But in fact, several independent witnesses testify of Jesus' existence. Let's notice a few.

Testimony from the Romans

Cornelius Tacitus (ca. 56-120) was a Roman senator, consul and governor of the Roman province of Anatolia (covering most of modern-day Turkey) as well as one of ancient Rome's greatest historians. Late in his life he wrote a 16-volume history of the Roman emperors, the Annals.

No friend to either Nero or Christians, Tacitus writes that Nero blamed "a class hated for their abominations, called Christians by the populace." He goes on to explain that "Christus [Christ], from whom the name had its origin, suffered the extreme penalty [crucifixion] during the reign of Tiberius at the hand of one of our procurators, Pontius Pilatus, and a most mischievous superstition, thus checked for the moment, again broke out not only in Judaea, the first source of the evil, but even in Rome ..." (Annals, 15:44, quoted by Lee Strobel, The Case for Christ, 1998, p. 82).

A contemporary of Tacitus, Caius Suetonius Tranquillus (ca. 69-140), overseer of Rome's libraries and court official to several emperors, writes that the emperor Claudius "banished the Jews from Rome, who were continually making disturbances, Chrestus [Christ] being their leader" (Lives of the First Twelve Caesars: Life of Claudius, quoted by Grant Jeffrey, Jesus: The Great Debate, 1999, p. 163). This banishment of Jews from Rome is mentioned in Acts:18:2.

Also, "Pliny the younger, the Roman legate of Bithynia-Pontus (what is now north-central Turkey) in the early second century, wrote to the emperor Trajan, requesting advice on how to deal with Christians who refused to reverence Caesar's image. Pliny noted that these Christians met regularly and sang hymns 'to Christ as if to a god' (Letters 10:96.7). The phrase 'as if to a God' suggests that Pliny knew Jesus had been a person who had lived on earth but was reluctant to call him divine" (Craig Blomberg, The Historical Reliability of the Gospels, 1987, p. 196).

From these historical sources, none connected in any way with the Bible, we see references to these facts:

• A group called "Christians" derived its name from "Christus" (Christ).
• This "Christus" was executed during the reign of Tiberius at the hands of Pontius Pilate (Tiberius reigned A.D. 14-37; Pilate held office from 26 to 36 or 37).
• This new movement involved "a most mischievous superstition," quite possibly a reference to Christians' belief that Jesus rose from the dead after His crucifixion.
• This new movement begun by Christians began in Judea and spread to Rome.
• Early Christians considered Christ to be a divine Being.

Testimony from Josephus

Flavius Josephus, a prominent Jewish historian of the first century, is well known to historians and scholars. Born into a priestly family in A.D. 37, Josephus was well educated and commanded a Jewish detachment in Galilee during the Jewish revolt of 66-70 until his capture by the Romans. At the end of the war he went to Rome with the Roman general Titus, where he lived and wrote until his death about A.D. 100.

Josephus twice mentions Jesus in his monumental work Antiquities of the Jews, written A.D. 90-95. His most extensive quote reads:

"Now, there was about this time Jesus, a wise man, if it be lawful to call him a man, for he was a doer of wonderful works,—a teacher of such men as received the truth with pleasure. He drew over to him both many of the Jews, and many of the Gentiles. He was [the] Christ; and when Pilate, at the suggestion of the principal men amongst us, had condemned him to the cross, those that loved him at the first did not forsake him, for he appeared to them alive again the third day, as the divine prophets had foretold these and ten thousand other wonderful things concerning him; and the tribe of Christians, so named from him, are not extinct at this day" (Antiquities, Book 18, chapter 3, section 3).

While many scholars dispute parts or all of the passage, it is quoted as above by the historian Eusebius as early as 315.

A second mention of Jesus by Josephus is seldom disputed by scholars. It concerns the martyrdom of James, His half brother: "Festus was now dead, and Albinus was but upon the road; so he assembled the sanhedrin of the judges, and brought before them the brother of Jesus, who was called Christ, whose name was James, and some others [or some of his companions;] and when he had formed an accusation against them as breakers of the law, he delivered them to be stoned ..." (Antiquities, 20:9:1).

Another prominent figure from the Gospels mentioned by Josephus is John the Baptizer: "Herod, who feared lest the great influence John had over the people might put it into his power and inclination to raise a rebellion,...thought it best, by putting him to death, to prevent any mischief he might cause...Accordingly he was sent a prisoner, out of Herod's suspicious temper, to Macherus,...and was there put to death" (Antiquities, 18:5:2).

Although Josephus was never a Christian, in his works we find mention of many other figures from the Gospels and other New Testament books. These include the family of the Herods; the Judean procurators and members of the high priestly families. His books, like the writings of the Roman historians and officials, provide powerful independent corroboration of the historical accuracy of the Gospels and the existence of Jesus Christ," quoted by http://www.ucg.org/booklet/jesus-christ-real-story/did-jesus-really-die-and-live-again/do-other-nonbiblical-sources-con/

Hun I was a christian, and I'm still friends with some christians, but far more reasnoble denomination than you of course. The thing is my friend challenged my believes and showed me 100 errors, so in order to shut her up I started doing reasearch into science but I pretty soon realised she was right. And the horrors religion causes to this day are unbelievable.
Blaiming ADIS on gays (which i'm sure you're gonna do at some point) is ridicilous, ADIS transmits in straight sex as well, and it doesn't care about marital status eighter. Actually christianity spreads ADIS, christianity disses condoms and in some parts even preaches that circumsizion prevents ADIS which is a load of bull!!! So it's not a gay problem it's a christian problem.
And I get the sence you're going to try to defend your believes with dreams. I had a dream about aliens once, I was their queen! So according to you that proves that aliens exist right. Cuz if it doesn't, than all your dreams are null and void as well.