Continuing my very long testimony
>Get out of hospital
>days later I feel convicted by the Holy Spirit to take my "porn tablet" with the CP on it to the police.
>I show up at the police station. I say "This tablet has child pornography on it and I'm turning myself in because the Spirit of God has convicted me" and I'm sobbing because I had been such a coward my entire life, I never would have imagined I would do something this self-damaging.
>They let me go until my court date. When I leave I feel the fullness of the spirit and this time I appreciate it.
>I start following the hyper-charismatic cult of Finalcall07, Warningthepeople, and Robert Lyte
>I figure, okay these guys don't even have personalities, they say they are guided by the Holy Spirit in every little decision. I think this is what it means to be a true believer.
>This gives me an impression of a very unforgiving God who will cut you off for anything (for instance finalcall07 has a video where he says he was puking blood because he let someone put a copy of software on his computer.
>Meanwhile I'm still holding onto some of my old ideas, like antinatalism (after all now hell is definitely on the line now)
>I have a blasphemous thought
>I try to do penance. Nothing is working. Worried God is going to cut me off
>I promise, in prayer, a 30 day fast (really it should have been 40 days if I knew my scripture)
>I leave the house intending to go out into the wildnerness so I won't be tempted by food.
>I end up passing by my mother's house at the other end of the city.
>I go in there telling her what I'm about to do.
>they want to take me to the hospital again
>I go
>Doctor thinks I'm fine so they don't admit me
>I end up staying the night
>I break the fast because my family says its impossible to fast that long (Finalcall07 gave me the idea it could be done)
>next night I have a dream
>I am being attacked by demon of gluttony and a demon of lust
>I feel Jesus grab me and start pulling me through a vortex of light
>I mistrust him, for the same reason I had the blasphemous thought and continue to have such thoughts, the lies I had been exposed to via the occult. Anyway I fall and the demons enter me, the dream is over, I wake up.
>For some reason I go a few days still thinking God has forgiven me for this
>But then a guilt sets in and I believe I have denied him. I am despairing again. I have to see my psychiatrist. He decides that I am anxious and need to be admitted.
>I get put into a psych emergency room, which is essentially like solitary confinement
>I have told this story here before. I think I am wasting away because I am lean and I did fast for 3 days but I think God is making me waste away for breaking my fast.
>I am guilted relentlessly by my dream
>I get into a state of increasing despair over a number of days
>Eventually, the bright idea enters my head (which I now understand was of demonic suggestion) well what if my inner child were to go up and see Jesus instead of me mistrusting him
>I literally try to bargain my soul for favor. I say "Jesus, don't take me. Take the child."
>I feel a presence leave my chest like a bird fleeing
>I believe this is the departing of the spirit
>I immediately start acting like a jerk
>eventually the devil comes and possesses me
>accuses me of everything I did wrong as a Christian. Uses a terrifying version of my own voice (which sounded quite a bit like the Joker from TDK) which I couldn't even replicate.
>Cusses out all members of the trinity, once again this is my voice being used
>I feel like a darkness take the place where the holy spirit seemed to have fled
>He says "have fun" and then leaves.
>I'm catatonic for a couple days at least