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November 2005 – Page
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Drawing
Demons
by Charlene Saylor
When my son, Kevin, was a teenager he became facinated with drawing demons as he visualized them to appear. He kept this up for many years, and many times as I looked at the pictures hanging on his walls, I felt it was not a mentally healthy hobby and told him so. He would just laugh it off, and kept his hobby until he married.
About five years ago, he and his wife divorced and since he had custody of his two young daughters, he moved in with us so that I could care for them while he worked. After awhile he began drawing demons again. Due to exceptional talent, he came up with creations that could match any of those drawn by professional artists. But again, I told him I did not think it was healthy for him to fill his mind and free time on such a gruesome activity. He just laughed at my concern as he had done in the past.
However, within a few months he began having some frightful experiences. One night as he was sleeping, a large framed mirror he had setting on a chest leaning against the wall suddenly fell on his back, waking him up. He got up immediately, and was puzzled as to how it could fall foward that way and travel at least five feet to land on his back. Groggy with sleep, he simply put the mirror back and went back to sleep. A little later, he awoke when the mirror landed on his back again. He got up and put it outside his room in the hall and shut his door.
The next day he told me about his experience, and though I was joking, I told him it was because of his drawing demons. A few nights later, he woke up to find himself flying from his bed and crashing into his closet doors. Being a large 30-year-old man, and not really believing that demons could be manifesting, he just crawled back into his bed and went back to sleep. Later in the night, he found himself flying into his closet doors again. This time my 250-pound son came to his parents' room and bedded down on the floor next to our bed. The next morning, before daylight when my husband got up to turn his alarm clock off, and to get ready to go to work, he tripped over Kevin. He picked himself up off the floor and irritated, shook Kevin awake, asking him what in the world he was doing on our floor. Kevin told him, but my husband was simply annoyed and told him to go back to his room.
A few evenings later, my husband and I were home alone, and were watching TV. Suddenly, I heard the bathroom shower come on. I went to investigate, and the shower was indeed running full-force. I turned it off, and went back to the living room. My husband and I talked about what had been going on, and when Kevin came home, we told him about the shower coming on. He sort of laughed and said it must be his demons.
We are a Christian family, but my son had always made light of evil entities before he began having his terrifying experiences. I decided to talk to our pastor about it. He told me that he did not really beieve that demons could do as much as Kevin was giving them credit for, but agreed with me that Kevin should destroy all the demonic pictures on his wall. I told Kevin this, but he had quit drawing his demons, and did not think by keeping the drawings, he was keeping evil entities in our home. I didn't either, really, but still wanted him to destroy them.
A few months later, our daughter was visiting us from Illinois and slept on the couch. One night she awoke to see a pin-point of light shining in her direction from the hallway. Later, when she told us about it, she said it seemed to have no source. It hovered just above the floor, and shone in her direction like a lazer, though she said it was bright white. We told her of her brother's experiences and about the shower coming on by itself. She scolded her brother royally, telling him he had invited evil into our home. She then insisted that he destroy the pictures, and then held prayer in Kevin's room.
There were never any more unusual activities after that, but on several occasions, my husband and I at separate times would see something moving in the hallway out of the corner of our eyes. Whenever we looked in that direction, though, nothing was there. Later on, we moved and have never had any more experiences of the unknown. Needless to say, my son has no more of his demon drawings, and has never drawn any more since.
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