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American Indian Motel Hell

American Indian Motel Hell

American Indian Motel Hell

American Indian Motel Hell

Possession is what everybody hears and talks about. Whether you believe in it or not does not matter when it comes to the real thing. Being raised and trained as the Angel of the Church it is one of the most well known parts of the job. One such experience I call the American Indian Motel Hell. I start with a warning. Possession is a very dangerous thing. If you are not very well trained or have even the slightest doubt about your religion you are not ready for a possession occurrence. Please do yourself a favor and stay out of the professionals way.

This is an event that happened after the previous post American Indian and the Dark Cloud. After driving for a few hours I decided to relax and find a place to stay. Pulling into a rather nice looking motel that advertised having a sauna,hot tub and indoor swimming pool I checked in and obtained a room. Once I had become comfortable I decided to enjoy the sauna. Going into the sauna I was the only one there. Shortly another man came in the door and poured something on the heated rocks. I can only describe the smell as brimstone. It was not the first time I had encountered this unpleasant smell and recognized it immediately. Wanting only to relax I got up and headed for the door. The man stepped in front of me and said “Where are you going?” I looked at him and replied “Out” and stepped around him to the door. As I was leaving I could hear him shouting but I kept walking. I stopped about 30 feet from the door and looked back. There was a window in the sauna door and the man was looking through it at me and still shouting. Then suddenly his appearance changed into very wild evil looking person. He knocked the door open and started running towards me. As he came near I raised my arms in front of me to keep his momentum from knocking me backwards. He grabbed my arms and when he touched me his appearance returned to normal. Then he became confused and did not know how he had arrived. He said, “What’s going on here?” and noticed he was still holding my arms. He let go and I walked away with him yelling “What did you do to me?” I guess with no one else in sight he assumed I was responsible for his predicament.

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