An Unseen World
The week before Christmas break, God revealed to me something that haunts me while at the same time gives me an inspiration to live my life for God with all I have. He opened my eyes to a world not normally seen, leaving my thoughts and beliefs in a whirlwind of new understanding.
Let me give you a little background information. In one of my classes there is a student who sits in the row in front of me who isn’t exactly the most attentive. He is always late, walking in as distracting as possible. His biggest issue is that he always sleeps during class. I can confidently say that he fell asleep at least once a day, the teacher always having to pound on his desk to get his attention. My professor, not known as a strict man, put up with his behavior all semester.
It was just a normal day, the student who sat in front of me was bobbing, falling asleep then catching himself before his neck craned all the way back. My Professor, interrupted by his lack of respect, stopped the lesson to share his thoughts on the situation. Raising his voice he told the student, “I’ve put up with your sleeping and zero effort long enough. This is your last warning. One more incident and you’re going to be out of here.” The fervor in my teachers voice was startling, giving me the boost I needed to keep my eyes open. When the low-pitched chatters and giggling stopped our professor got on with the lesson. It was at that time, basking in my exhaust, that something unbelievable happened. I remember it perfectly, my hands were on my desk with my fist propping my head up just enough to make it look as though I was paying attention. Unanticipated, my eyes suddenly
shifted to the door on the left side of the classroom. The door opened and in came what I would have guessed was a person standing short of 4 feet tall. He was wearing an all black, hooded robe. I couldn’t see its face, hands or feet, just its silhouette. Was someone playing a joke on us?
I looked around me at all my classmates, minds besotted with nothingness, still facing the front board trying to keep from falling asleep. Not one looked over to see who had just walked in the door. I wouldn’t let myself believe what I thought this might be. Was it a demon? I had never seen anything like this before. It looked so unreal in the fact that it had a dark nothingness as a face as well as no hands nor feet, but let me tell you, I have never seen something so real in my whole life. It opened the door, stepped in, and then shut it. Just like a human would. Starting to panic I looked around the class again to see if people had noticed it yet. Nope, they hadn’t. It was as if nothing had happened.
It was a demon. What else could it be? I began to pray, the only thing I could think to do while at the same time trying to stay calm. I prayed with my eyes wide open. Staring straight at the beast. He pulled the door closed and started walking. He walked past the first table and started down the aisle right in front of me. I could feel its presence coming. It was strong, thick, and terrifying. He was getting closer. He passed the student who had just gotten in trouble and stopped at the seat right next to him. It was empty. This was happening literally right in front of me. I could have reached out and touched it; he was maybe 3 feet from me. The demon pulled out the seat right next to the boy and sat down somewhat facing him.
Sitting only a few inches from the guy who had been asleep, the demon raised his arm putting it behind the kids back. What I saw and heard next makes my stomach sick. A hand protruded from the black sleeve and began to scratch the kid’s back while at the same time leaned close and began to whisper in his ear. I couldn’t tell what he was saying but I heard the muffled voice saying things to him quietly. I had to get out of there, but I couldn’t move. I was frozen, scared to death.
I knew what the demon was trying to do. He was trying to get the kid to fall asleep which would get him kicked out of the class. When I realized the evil and the wickedness of the monster I prayed the same prayer over and over. “In the name of the Lord, demon be gone.” I finally pried my eyes off what was happening to look around for help. No one could see it! I can’t even express how eerie of a feeling that was. I tried to yell out and ask, “Can no one see this?” But I couldn’t say anything. I prayed and prayed.
A short while later, the guy was completely asleep on his desk, drooling all over his notebook. The demon continued to whisper and rub his back, keeping him asleep, risking his college education. It felt like an hour went by before anything happened, when in reality it was only about 4 minutes. Again, I saw a door crack and begin to open. This time is was the door on the right side of the classroom. I had no idea what to expect. When the door opened completely, in came the most alluring thing I had ever seen. It was obviously an angel. Standing as tall as the door and having a luminescent glow to it like in the movies. I longed to see his face but I couldn’t. What I did see was what looked like the shape of two massive wings caressing what seemed to be a giant sword. The magnificent angel didn’t enter the classroom. He just stood in the door, staring at its prey.
The demon waiting a second before acknowledging what was staring him down. He then started to turn his head slowly toward the right side of the class where the angel stood waiting. When they finally met face-to-face the demon stood up, scooted his seat back and turned to walk away still keeping his hand on the boy’s back. When he got far enough away that his arms wouldn’t reach his hand slipped off the boy who woke up instantly, as if he was shaken awake. The demon slowly walked down the aisle and when he walked past the corner of the table he drug his hand over it, knocking a girl’s homework to the floor. They both exited the class, shutting the door behind them as if they didn’t want me to see the fight they were about to fight. Trying to figure out what had just happened I remembered the girl’s paper and looked over towards her. Surely she had seen her paper go flying off her desk. As I looked her way she was leaning under her desk, trying to reach the paper. Finally, grabbing it with the tips of her fingers.
The rest of that class was a blur to me. I left shaking and unable to talk. I went straight back to my room to think over what I had seen. What I couldn’t get over was that no one else had any idea what was going on. The question of, “why did God let me see that? What is he trying to teach me?” filled my thoughts. If that was just a glimpse of what goes on behind the scenes it scares me to think about everything else. I think God showed me that because he wanted me to realize and be able to testify that the enemy really is out to get us and he does it in ways that we wouldn’t expect. If the teacher would have noticed that kid asleep again he would have been kicked out of class. Getting kicked out class would have led to other consequences, which could have led to a multitude of things Since that day I have lived life a little different. When I am feeling tempted to do something I know is wrong I picture that demon standing there, scratching my back, whispering sweet lies into my ear, and I don’t listen. I love how it paints a rewarding and victorious picture in my mind of him walking away like he had just lost a battle. It is such a great feeling. I’m not saying I think that every time I sin it’s a demon making me do it; but I know it’s not of God and that I’m letting the evil win when I do sin. I’m not letting the devil have control of my life. I have seen who’s on my side, fighting for me, and let me tell you: that’s who you want fighting your battles. I’m no artist but when I got to my room after that class I took out a piece of paper and tried to draw the angel I saw. When I was done I couldn’t believe how much it actually looked like it. I will never forget that day. It scared the hell out of me (no pun intended), but it also gave me a whole new perspective on life.
