A fellow blogger from A Spiritual Warfare Devotional Blog, encouraged me to write yet another experience I had with, well, demons. Some of you may not believe, but I will say yet again, they are real, very real. So here it goes—

I was baptized in August of 2015, August 16th, to be exact. Best Sunday of my life! After I was baptized I had a few experiences, even before then, but it was after I was baptized that I sensed more of the spiritual realm, or it became more real for me. One evening, it was about 5pm on a Thursday or Friday, I was cleaning, doing my chores for the weekend so I didn’t have to be running around doing it all weekend long. I had been playing my music from Pandora, I had on some spanish worship music and singing along while cleaning. I was really into it, because some songs made me get emotional. I kept cleaning. Then the music would stop mid song. I’d check my phone and see that it had just stopped, so I’d push play and it would restart the song or skip to the next song. This happened quite a few times and I’m like what the heck. I checked and rechecked my internet router to make sure it worked. Everything was fine. As I was knelt down checking it, that’s when I felt I was not alone. I was the only one home at the time. My son was at football practice. So I prayed and continued with my chores. I just stopped playing the music altogether because it was taking up more time for me to check and recheck it because of it stopping. (In hindsight, they didn’t like what I was playing) I had the feeling of anxiety. I don’t know if any or a few of you have ever been in a physical altercation with someone, but I got the feeling of someone about to invade my personal space. I trained in MMA (Mixed Martial Arts) and boxing, so I knew when it would be hand to hand combat you’d get an adrenaline rush. Well that’s the best I can describe it. I had the feeling someone was about to pounce on me. I had to keep checking behind my back. I was very uneasy. It was light out yet, but my house seemed darker than usual. I prayed some more. It wouldn’t back down. I said aloud, “You need to get out of my house, I belong to my Father God, you are no one, in Jesus name I command you to leave!” That made me feel better, my anxiety subsided just a bit. It was almost time for my son to get home from practice, so I jumped in the shower quick and as I was washing my hair, I felt that feeling of not being alone, I poked my head out of the shower and nothing. I had left the bathroom door open and through the curtain, I could see the sunlight coming in through the dining room windows which was across the hall. I continue to shower and I don’t know why I looked but I saw, through the curtain, a hunched over figure walk right in front the windows. Mind you, I live on the 2nd floor. There’s no way, it was someone from outside. I jerked that curtain open so fast, but there was nothing there. But that feeling of anxiety was back and the air seemed thicker. I quickly began to pray and shouted, “I COMMAND YOU IN THE NAME OF JESUS, TO GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE!” I messaged my lil big bro Carlos and told him what was happening. He’s a real prayer warrior, intercessor. He prayed and I prayed as well from home. I felt much better, just in time for when my son came home. Needless to say, I was worried to go to sleep, but then thought, NO! My God’s got me. I went to sleep and was ok, for the time being———