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Tim's Testimony
In the battle between heaven and hell, good and evil, life and death our actions are based on what we believe. The Word of God says that you should diligently study the word or literally "eat it". What goes into your mind eventually comes out of your mouth and guides your actions. Satan wants to lead you away from God so his attacks will be concentrated on your mind. People love a mystery. Our skies are being watched 24 hours a day/365 days a year and there is no real physical evidence of UFOs yet they exist in the minds of millions of people. People don't want to believe there is a God yet science shows that there was intelligent design in the creation of the universe (evidence of God) yet they still don't want to believe in God. Tim is an Australian who is now 26 years old. He has been a Christian for 5 years now but his childhood was a struggle for the control of his mind. Tim tells his story: Before I was a Christian, I believed in God, and thought I prayed to him. I was brought up in a Catholic Church, and believed in God from a very early age. To me, to make it to heaven, all you had to do was be good and do good things for people. I thought only a few people would be in Hell, and that the majority of people would be in Heaven. It never occurred to me that there would be more to God than just believing in him and going to Church etc. The only other things that religion had to do in my life was a Jehovah Witness girl I went to high school with, and I enjoyed making fun at her. One of my best mates from grade 8 was a Mormon, and his family were right into it. When he moved to Brisbane, whenever I'd visit him, I'd have to go along to church. When I was about 4, I woke up one night walking through our house. There was a being there that was taller than me, he had yellow skin, and black eyes. It was like his skin was glowing. He didn't speak to me, but I felt very calm, it didn't seem out of the ordinary. He took me outside to the verandah, there were 2 more of them outside, as well as 2 people dressed in black olden day clothes. They (the beings) started telling me a lot of things, none of it I can remember today. They told me that if I told anyone about them, or what they told me, that they would hurt my parents. As they finished speaking to me, I felt a very sharp pain in my arm, and looked down and expected to see it cut off. I was surprised to find it still there, the pain was caused by a long needle that they had in there. I can't remember them leaving me that night, and I can't remember going back to bed. Nothing about it seemed scary at the time, even when I thought my arm had been taken off. The next day I remember telling mum bits about what happened. She told me it was just a dream, and being that young, I just passed it off as a dream. I thought the yellow beings must have been angels. There wasn't much else my mind could make them out to be. As I got older, strange things still used to happen. Not all the time, but enough to know something was going on while it was happening. Sometimes I would wake up at night, not being able to move, and I would be aware of something else in the room. Sometimes I would just see lights. Other times I would see people, or things that looked like people there. My brother used to see some of these things as well. He was braver than me, and less scared of the dark. He'd never have to have mum or dad with him after he had a bad dream. One night he woke up screaming. He said he saw a man floating out the window, and that his boots were near the bottom of the window. He would not go back to sleep until dad had gone outside with a torch and had a decent look around. From when I was 14-17, it came on a whole different level. I'd wake up, not being able to move, and there would be small humanoids standing next to my bed. I'd never be able to get a good look at their faces, or really see what they were doing. Most of the time it would be over really quickly. And it was weird being in a state when all I wanted to do was turn on a light and scream for mum, to being so exhausted, all I wanted to do was sleep. I'd always wake up with only a vague recollection of what had happened during the night. And sometimes I wouldn't remember until much later in the day, or sometimes even a few days later. I knew something was going on, but I still couldn't put a finger on it. Maybe it was just all-bad dreams. When I was 16, I started to watch the x-files. Alien abduction was almost always the main theme of the show. This was something that interested me greatly, and I started to read a lot of books on UFO’s and aliens. Before that, I knew very little about alien abduction, I had heard people talk about it on TV, but until I started reading about it, I usually just passed it off as something fake. It was around about this time that I thought that maybe I was being visited by aliens. I also used to have very vivid, but strange dreams. I'd dream that I was outside, waiting for something. Then a strange ship would land, and very attractive, but strange looking humans would come out and talk to me. I'd always feel very sad when they left. One dream I had, I woke up and it was like I was trapped in the belly of a very huge monster. There were other people there with me, talking to me, and I got the feeling they were lost and had no idea what was going on either. I was too scared to open my eyes in this dream. Other times I'd be shown strange looking animals in dreams. Who ever was showing them to me, didn't show themselves to me in the dream.
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