The above article actually has a poll where the majority of readers think that Donald Trump will unveil the existence of space aliens. My laughter at extraterrestrial nonsense is only something I can do now that I’m comfortable with whom I am. Living in full strength with a solid identity is how I can now take a stance on what I believe. Having faced several demonic practices is embarrassing but I’m relieved that these practices have no power over me anymore.
When I think about the things I experienced and actually went along with, I can’t even keep a straight face. Laughter doesn’t peel out of me but vomits from my throat like permission to laugh at what is (and was for me) a dangerous substance that is so absurd once coughed up. Revisiting serious, embarrassing hard times is something I never thought I would have to do. It is only through the Holy Spirit’s continuous prompting that I have gotten this far in life and have written a book about the deliverance from the Occult. The whole project was one against which I keep rebelling. However, praise God for listening to my prayers and allowing me to go through this, not just because I can imagine this helping someone, someday, somehow but because my laughter at this extraterrestrial non-sense is me in facing tormentors, demons that have lost their stronghold.
From a distance, I clearly see that I am allowed (I have permission) to find the Occult absurd. A life with early age trauma that lasted through high school produced gruffness in me. This rough around the edges nature got “corrected” and constantly scorned by the corporate world, the politically correct and other groups like that. However, it’s liberating to not have to change something about myself, like a belief and opinion. I’m enjoying not having to filter how I feel, something that still feels like it defines my past. It is freeing to be allowed to put my foot down and to say, “I want nothing to do with any of this.”