I believe that some of us, here on earth, have 
one foot in the spiritual realm. Part of us 
lives in the daily grind of day to day things, but
part of us lives in the True reality that only 
God knows and sees. This is my Realm. God has 
spoken to me in many different ways: Dreams, 
Visions & by using my gift of discernment. 
Dreams being in a complete state of sleep, 
Visions are closer to the state between sleep 
and being awake. 

Here, I will attempt to show you all the things 
in my Realm. I will open up to you the details of 
my reality. I hope that some of you will be able 
to relate, and thus know that you are not 
alone.  Perhaps this will stir the Holy Spirit 
in you, that you will want to share your 
experiences with me as well. I pray so.

If this is your desire, please write to me at:

Realm
1512 Roane St.
Richmond, VA. 23222

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Learning about Spiritual Warfare can completely 
change your life. Opening yourself up for 
personal spiritual attacks. Read on with caution.  
Know the power that you have through Christ 
Jesus in a spiritual attack. His name alone causes 
the enemy to tremble and flee. I always pray 
aloud or sing praises of worship during an 
attack. Fill the darkness with the Light, being a 
lamp unto the world.

One of my first occurrences with angels,that I 
remember, was close to ten years ago. I had
gone to Kingdombound, a contemporary 
christian music festival. This was long before I 
knew about Cornerstone and the whole 
"alternative" christian scene. Kingdombound 
was held at Darien Lake, a theme park in 
western NY. I was there with a bunch of people 
from New Covenant Community Church. My 
boyfriend, at the time, who I later married, 
belonged to this church and I had become very 
involved with their youth group.

It was our 6-month anniversary together. My 
boyfriend and I (let's call him Mike) were sitting 
at a picnic table across from each other all 
alone at our camping site. Mike gave me a rose, 
lit a candle, then he got out a big cookie, which 
he had put chocolate frosting on. He proceeded to 
take out a pink ribbon and tied our right hands 
together. After this he fed me chocolate frosting 
with a spoon. He also read to me some poetry that 
he had written for me.

(Awww...young love, it was quite a lovely time 
that we spent together. I had forgotten most 
of this story until i started writing it. It is 
very odd to look back on it now.)

Well, after we had done all that, Mike 
suggested that we pray together. We then held 
hands and Mike began to pray. He prayed about 
Kindombound, our families, and our friends. 
He also prayed that God would strengthen our 
relationship and bless us. Both of us had our 
eyes shut the whole time. As he kept praying, 
I tought that some of our friends had heard us 
and had decided to gather around us to pray with 
us. It seemed as if more and more people came to 
join us until we were completely surrounded. It 
was very comforting to know that so many were 
moved by our prayer. Finally, Mike finished
praying and we both opened our eyes to find 
that no one was there. I asked Mike if he had 
felt surrounded as well and he replied that he 
had felt the same thing.

So, you tell me who was there....

I took a short break after the Kingdombound 
story to do some laundry. I was thinking of how 
odd I felt and vulnerable to be writing my 
stories down. I wondered what the spiritual 
counter-attack would be. I also thought how 
odd it was to be writing al this down in this 
house. I had just spent the night at my father's 
house, which was once my parent's house, the 
same house that I had lived in from the time I 
was in fourth grade until shortly after my 
eighteenth birthday. This house that I can't 
sleep in because of multitudes of memories 
that taunt me from the past. My father had a 
nervous breakdown here when I was only 13 
years old, that tender age between childhood 
and adolescence. We had many struggles, my 
father and i. We had been very close when I 
was a little girl. I was his "little princess", 
but that all changed after his illness.

 At the same time of my father's illness, I had 
mononucleosis. I had been running cross-
country, a 5 mile race in the rain and I became 
very sick afterward. It started with a sinus 
infection and turned into mono. I was in the 
hospital for a week. My poor mother going 
between two different hospitals, 45 miles 
apart to visit my father and I.

Mono changed my whole outlook on life, I had 
far less energy than before. I had been so 
athletic: softball, soccer, track & cross-
country. I had constant dizzy spells, black 
outs and just a general feeling of lousiness. I 
lost interest in school, which made my grades 
drop from an A to a C student. I lacked any kind 
of motivation at all.

The room that I stayed in was once my bedroom 
in my later teens. Now it was turned into my 
nephew's playroom. They had put bunkbeds 
in there too. So much had happened in this room. I 
had struggled with my faith, lost it and then 
gained it back all in this room. I would spend 
all my time here, in the basement, with no 
windows. My mother called it my "dungeon" and I 
liked it that way. Everything I needed was 
there. It was 2 rooms divided by a wall in the 
middle. One room was my sleeping room and the 
other was my lounge/dance floor. I spent hours 
reading books, zines, writing poetry, letters to 
penpals, listening to music, making music 
compilations & dancing here, not to mention my 
fashion designing and fashion shows that I put 
on for myself.

And yet I find myself writing here once again...

Since I’m not working at the moment, I have been 
staying at a lot of different places; my father’s, my 
mother’s, my friend Jessica’s and my friend Andy’s. 
Pretty much anyplace I could crash. I have been 
doing some merchandising in my mom’s medical scrubs 
shop lately, so I stayed at her house the last few 
nights. I happen to be sleeping in the same room this 
next story occurred in.

Hmm… where to begin.. This one has a lot of building 
up to.

Years ago, when I was young and foolish about 
relationships. I was at a local bar, Old City Hall. 
The one I usually frequent when I am in Oswego. It 
has been this way since I can remember, since I was 
of age. I think it is my favorite because they have 
“the Cure” in the jukebox. Good enough reason for 
me. I met a guy there, his name was Robert. Soon 
after I started dating him. I am just a sucker for 
Texans. I later found out that he was married, but 
separated from his wife. This weighed heavily on my 
heart, yet I continued with the relationship. Robert 
worked for one of those companies that sends their 
employees from one Nuclear Power Plant to 
another plant, a few months at a time. I knew he 
would be leaving shortly, this made me nervous 
about our relationship. One night, while I was 
waiting for Robert to meet me at Old City Hall, I met 
a gut named Don. Don knew all kinds of things about 
me. It was a very weird, but yet intriguing. Don had 
once been a tenant at my father’s house. My father 
rented out rooms after my parents separated. Don 
knew so much about me, yet this was the first time 
we had ever met. The whole experience seemed very 
magical to me, it totally caught me off guard.

So, here I was contemplating two different 
relationships…

Then, one night, I woke up out of a sound sleep. I 
saw a bright light at the foot of my bed. It was an 
angel. I sat there in amazement. Then angel spoke to 
me. It said, “Stay away from him”. Then it 
disappeared. I went back to sleep, somewhat 
confused by the incident.

The next day, I tried to figure out my dream. My first 
theory was that the angel meant to stay away from 
Robert. Obviously, because he was married, that 
made perfect sense to me.

Later down the road, I realized the angel had meant 
Don. A long series of horrible events happened with 
him where he slipped me acid, threatened my life and 
later stalked me, forcing me to move out of town 
and to not go to the college I had been accepted to.

I learned from this that everything is in God’s timing 
and that we shouldn’t jump to conclusions when God 
speaks to us, for we know that he works in 
mysterious ways...

When I was pregnant with the second child, I stayed 
with my mother. My house was in the middle of 
nowhere and it was far more comforting to be with 
my mother, who also was a nurse. During this time 
I watched a lot of TV. A lot for me isn’t much at all, 
because I rarely watch TV. One of the programs I 
saw often was a TV evangelist. I watched his show a 
few times and I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. 
I didn’t feel it was right to judge his work, but I had 
an uneasy feeling about it. I prayed to God, for Him 
to show me the truth. I fell asleep one night and I 
had a dream.

In the dream, I walked into a bookstore. It was a 
small store, dark and deep. It was filled with all 
sorts of holy books and Bibles, every kind you could 
imagine. I looked around in amazement and wonder. I 
looked to find the salesperson. Out of the darkness 
he came, I realized it was the TV evangelist. He 
showed me all around the store. Showing me all the 
glorious books and bibles. He then walked behind 
the counter in the back of the room, he wanted to 
show me a special bible. From underneath the 
counter he pulled this great book out. It glowed 
with its magnificence. It had gold lettering and 
embroidery around the edges. He opened the book 
and beams of light poured out all over the room. I 
looked down at the book to see what it said. As I did, 
the words all changed into vile, evil things. I 
looked up horrified to see that the TV evangelist 
had grown horns out of the top of his head. He 
snarled at me and then I heard this sinister laugh 
that rang in my ears.

I woke up startled and got up out of bed. Needless 
to say, I never watched that program again. I guess 
God answered that question...

Ever have an album that is just a necessity of 
your very being? You just couldn’t live without 
it? Ever had that album stolen? Lost, etc.? 
Well, for some reason that album to me is 
Wigtop- Revelation 19:21. I got the CD ages ago 
and it just gives me such peace and really 
moves the spirit for me. It lifts me up when I’m 
down and gives me hope. I used to sleep to this 
album a lot too. It really seems as if something 
doesn’t want me to have that album. When I 
moved to TX., it got left there at a friend’s 
parents' house in Houston or rather outside 
Houston and it was never seen again. (I think I 
know why I’m so paranoid about leaving my stuff 
anywhere…because I’ve lost too much stuff 
that way.) That was 4 years ago now, then about 
3 years ago, I was surfing the net at my mom’s 
house and I came across this site that had 
Heather Stackhouse’s address. I wrote her and 
explained my situation to her, telling her how 
badly I needed a copy of her album. Well, 
Heather, being as awesome as she is, called me 
to my complete shock. She looked up my 
parents’ number from my address, which I 
thought was pretty cool and way out of her way 
to go for me. I talked to her for awhile and she 
explained how she can’t even get copies of that 
CD any more because they are out of print. She 
offered to make a copy of her own personal CD 
for me, which totally thrilled me. The copy is 
great, it has a lot of skips in it just like my CD 
used to play.. hehe...

Well, 2 ½ years ago I moved to Rochester, NY. I 
lived above this club called “The Grind”. It was 
a horrible experience, I would definitely not 
ever recommend anyone to live above any club. I 
had to park my car in the street and it wasn’t a 
very safe part of town. My car got broken into 
and all my tapes and my stereo got stolen. I 
recovered a few of my tapes that were sold to 
a local Record Theatre music shop. So, then I 
didn’t have my precious Wigtop for almost 
another year.  

Surfing the net, as I like to do, I found a 
used music site that had it. I was overjoyed! 
I ordered it immediately, but of course it took 
me a while to get the money order out to him 
because I lost the order form in the chaos of 
paperwork in my apartment. Then, a few weeks 
later I had it! Yes! *jumps for joy* *kisses 
and hugs her CD* Of course, there was one more 
obstacle... I couldn’t listen to it because my CD 
player was ruined in a rainstorm. I had gone out 
of town and left the CD player by the window that 
was open.  Brilliant me! So, I carried it in my 
purse for weeks ,still in the cardboard box, so 
as not to damage my most sacred possession. I 
waited for some random momemt when I would be 
able to listen to it. Then, one night, I went to 
my friend Muzet’s house. We usually went out for 
coffee on Tuesday nights, which was poetry night 
at Java Joe’s. She had a CD player! So I taped it 
while we were out and then picked it up later. I 
listened to it like 3 times straight, well...in 
between rewinding it cuz it is only on one side 
and it is only a partial copy, but it’s better 
than nothing. 

Do you have any idea how many times  I listened 
to “Higher” on my Slava comp. Yearning for my 
Wigtop album? Do you? So, I finally had it 
again. Well...since then I have been homeless 
since...umm...July of 1999...not exactly 
homeless, but staying with different friends 
and what not. All my stuff has been in storage 
and I have been practically living in my car 
until about October, when I moved into my 
mother’s house to try to help out around her 
house because she has been sick and going 
through chemotherapy. I had my Wigtop CD in 
my car, so nothing would happen to it and 
somehow between mom’s and my car and driving 
back and forth 2 hours to work I’ve misplaced it.

I got married in November to a man that lives in 
Richmond, VA. After the first of the year, I moved 
down here and I’m going completely nuts without my 
Wigtop CD… Ugh!! It’s a conspiracy, I tell you! 
It is!...

Well, consider this...  That in ancient time, priests
would use drugs to see spirits. In my case, it was a spiritual
battle that I had. Ok, now I don’t know what experience 
any of you have with Hallucinogens, but from all the 
other people I’ve talked to, they say that the effects on 
your mind cause you to see the spirit realm. The only 
problem is you have no control, unlike when you are in 
deep prayer or spiritual warfare. Well, anyway, the best 
thing to do is tell you what happened...

Great! Now I’m forced to tell the whole story!! Look 
what you made me do!

Alright, I’ll try to make this as short as possible. I was
living at my Goth friend’s house, who was a back-slidden
Christian and I had been there about 2 months. My wife 
and I were getting separated and I was already sleeping 
around (we hadn’t lived together for about 11 months). 
Well, I got some shrooms from my roommate’s friend and 
I wanted to do them somewhere interesting. Soooooo…….

I was at a club on shrooms and at first it was fun. I saw 
lots of colors and hand trails when I was dancing. It 
wasn’t until I started getting tired from dancing that the 
bad trip started. First thing that happened, I couldn’t 
drink water because it tasted horrible, and it didn’t do
anything for my thirst. So, I went back on the dance 
floor, but all the people I saw dancing turned into these
shadowy robed figures that blended into the floor and 
floated around the dance floor. The music stopped being 
mixed and it was all one Long chant of men and women 
singing in what sounded like Latin. I looked around and 
decided this wasn’t normal, so I went and sat up in the bar
(this was around 9:30pm and hardly anyone was there). I 
was all alone above the bar (that’s where the seats were) 
and I was sitting there trying to relax and get some air. 

The next things I saw were these dead plants across 
from me bowing down to something behind me. I slowly 
turned and looked and the entire wall was a Purple 
Black void (like a black hole). I could see into it and feel
heat, like being in front of an open oven. I could faintly 
hear people screaming and moaning, but it was drowned 
out by the sound of the chanting coming from the dance 
floor. I stopped and took everything in and I realized that
 I was sitting in the middle of a Satanic Temple, of sorts. 
The congregation was singing in foolishness to their 
false god in hopes he would fulfill all their desires. I 
said to myself,” I have to get out of here now!!”. At that
instant, I felt all these female hands pulling me into my 
chair and stroking my body in sensual ways. I also heard 
their voices in my ear saying, ”Come with us”, ”You’re one 
of us”, “Be with us”, “you belong with us” etc. They were 
all talking over each other, which made me confused. I 
tried to close my eyes until they gave up. Bad Idea! I saw 
all kinds of horrific images when I did that. I saw 
religious symbols being broken and recreated into 
satanic runes. Pentagrams covered in blood and burning 
in fire. I would see Jesus on the cross, being pulled off 
and torn to pieces and he would also be on the cross 
and smiling at me. Then he would grow horns and have 
glowing red eyes. These were all tactics to scare me, 
which they did! I broke out of the hands that were 
holding me in my seat and I ran out the door and stumbled 
along the sidewalk until I couldn’t walk.

I sat under a lamppost crying in terror. I could 
constantly heard laughing all around me. Every time I 
would think of something good, it was warped and 
twisted into something evil. I would think of my wife 
(whom I hadn’t seen in 3 months at the time) and I would 
see all kinds of sexually perverted images. I yelled, “No
That’s not why I married her, I love her!” Then Satan tried 
to hypnotize me, by using the headlights of the cars 
coming towards me, like a deer caught in the road blinded 
by the headlights. He was telling me, “Why not just end it 
all? Then you won’t be seeing these things anymore.” I 
thought to myself, You’re right, I won’t see these things
anymore. I’ll see them for eternity! Plus, I’ll have all the
pain and suffering that comes with HELL!” I started 
cussing out Satan, telling him he couldn’t fool me. He 
just kept laughing. 

Finally, I just gave up and started praying and begging 
God to forgive me for falling so far from Him. I must 
have prayed for an hour or two. When I finally started 
thinking and I realized that the world itself is inherently
Evil! All the people I would look at were doing 
something or another that boiled down to sin. After I 
realized all of this, I made up my mind to go back to my 
wife (if I survived the night) and get back into my church. 
To study my Word and destroy demonic spirits that were 
over people. Well, anyway. Deliverance came in the form 
of a homeless heroin addict. He stopped, saw me crying 
and asked if I was ok. I said, “No, I’m having a f***ing bad
shroom trip!!” He jumped up a little at my yelling and 
asked if I was seeing certain things. I said, ”yeah, I’m seeing
that”, and he told me he knew how I felt, because he’d had 
bad trips and had seen people on them before. He asked 
me if I thought everyone was trying to kill me. I said, “Yes!
I’m afraid to talk to anyone.” 

Well, this part isn’t significant, but eventually I ended up 
at a 24-hour donut shop where I came down and pondered 
all kinds of things. I called my parents, told them 
everything that had happened and they picked me up. Well, 
the story keeps going but maybe next time we’ll 
continue...

                                         --Rick A. Mortis

I think that many people are reluctant to share stories 
of this nature because they are afraid of what other 
people might think of them. I've gone through this 
myself and have decided that this is my calling, to 
share my life experiences. God knows my heart & mind 
& soul, let him be the judge of my sanity, not man.

In understanding of people's thoughts and fears, 
if you wish to contribute your stories, 
I will respect your anonymity...

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