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Hi. It's me. Sorry if I didn't reply to your e-mail. I did my best. I was working all week, so I didn't get a chance to check my e-mails. So, this is my story that I'de like it to be published. I'll write my story in 2 languages; french and english. It's a very long story though, but I'de like it to be fully published. Tout a commencer lorsque j'etais au primaire. Apres l'ecole, j'allais toujours a la bibliotheque pour faire mes devoirs et puis lire des livres. Un bon jour, je suis tombé sur des livres de magie et de sorcellerie. L'un d'entre un m'avais particulierement frappé. Il y avait une citation qui une fois reciter mainte fois a haute voix, reniait votre bapteme avec Jesus et vous liait avec Satan. Alors moi, jeune innocent de la vie, je recitai cet incantation. A partir de ce moment, j'ai tout oublier sur ce sujet et j'ai laisser tomber mes lectures prodigieuses a la bibliotheques. Quelques annees plutard, en 1998-1999, lorsque j'etais a ma 11e annee, j'ai recommencer a toucher a ce domaine. Je priais Satan a tous les soirs. Une bonne nuit, je me suis faite reveiller par des cris de tortures affreux. Il etait exactement 2h40 du matin. J'etais dans un pensionnat. Le lendemain, j'allai voir le pretre de l'ecole et lui en parler. Il me dit: Ne t'en fait pas mon fils et ne porte pas attention a cela. De toute ma vie, je n'ai jamais voulus etre confirmer. Eh bien ce meme pretre, a reussis avec la volontee de Dieu, de me confirmer. Le soir suivant ces cris affreux, je m'endormis. ET, a la meme heure, soit 2h40am, les memes cris....mais moins percants. Le lendemain, j'allai voir le responsable du dortoir au dessus de mon etage de chambre. Personne n'avais entendus de cris et pourtant les responsables se couchaient vers 4h00 du matin. J'ai donc mis cela de coter une fois de plus. L'anne suivante, cette annee, je demenageai a Quebec au Canada. J'ai eu 2 ministeres de liberations par un exorciste. Aucunes reactions diaboliques m'est arriver mais, j'ai sentis la chaleur et vu le feux ardent de l'Esprit-Saint venir sur moi. J'avais les yeux fermer et pourtant, je voyais un feux rouge vif et de la chaleur d'amour et reconfortante. J'ai eu aussi un songe de la Sainte-Vierge. Dans mon reve, je marchai avec des copains pres d'un cimetiere. Tout a coup, la figure d'une statue de changeait de pierre en peau humaine. Je m'approchai alors de cette statue mais mes copains etaient disparuent. J'entendis alors: "Pascalllllllllllllllllll...." Alors, j'ai contourner la grille du cimetiere et je suis rentrer a l'interieur. Et LA, j'ai vu la Sainte-Vierge. Je lui ai demander ceci: Etes-vous la Sainte-Vierge ? Et elle m'a repondus: "OUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii......" Et j'ai parler avec elle durant des heures......et des heures...mais je ne me souviens de rien. Je me souviens simplement des paroles que je viens de vous citer mais je suis certain que mon coeur, lui, se souvient de se que la Sainte-Vierge, Marie, m'a dit. Alors tout ce que j'ai a vous dire, c'est que meme si vous etes dans les tenebres les plus profonds, les angoisses les plus terribles, croyez-moi, non desoler, croyez en Dieu. Il est votre Lumiere de vie. Il m'a aider a passer a travers plusieurs etapes TRES difficles de m'a vie sans qui je n'aurais pas reussis a traverser. Merci Pascal Everything started when I was at the elementary school. After each day, I was doing at the school librady to do my homework and read books. One day, I grabed a book about magic and evil stuff. I read a passage that after being read, you were giving yourself to Satan instead of Jesus-Christ. After this event, I stopped reading those books. Some years later, in 1998-1999, I was going in a private school. Every night, I was praying Satan and stuff like that. One night, I woke up at exactly 2h40am and there was very loudy and noisy torturing screams that was coming from the other level of my room. The day after, I went to see the school priest. I told him everything about those screams. He told me: Son of God, don't worry about it. Don't listen to them. Ignore them. The night after, I woke up again at the exact time, 2h40am. And again those screams were there. But not that loudy and noisy that the night before. So, the day after, I went upstairs to the 3rd level and I ask the responsable of the level dormatory if he did hear some loud and scary screams. He didn't. The responsable always go sleep at 4h00am. So again, I stopped playing with this crasy Satan thing. One year later, this year, 1999-2000, I had 2 exorcism on me by a special priest in Quebec city. I had no bad interference with the evil inside of me. My eyes were closed and I saw fire, real heating fire. I was hot and I could feel the fire burning near me. I knew that God was with me. Some days after my exorcism, I dreamt about Marie. I saw Her. She is soooo beautifull...you couldn't even imagine how beautifull She is. She told things I don't even remember. But I'm sure my heart do still remember those things She told me. The only things I remember was: -Marie:"Pascallllllllllllll....." -Pascal:"It that you, Marie ?????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!" -Marie:"Yessssssssssssssssssssssss...................." [...] and we talked [...] but I don't remember a thing. God is present every day with every single person in the world. Please, do trust God and His light of life power and goodwill. He is going to change your life forever. He did change mine. Trust Him and believe in Him and so others will, and the reign of God will be accomplished. God needs you more than you need Him. God loves you all and I pray for you all of you who don't believe in God. Thanks a lot Pascal ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com Click HERE to return to the edited story Click HERE to create a banner that links to this story! Your e-mail address will be kept private!
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