Iglesia Universal Del Reyno De Dios: Demon Hunter

"¡Vamos a quemar a estos demonios!" Opening Statement

I went to that church a few times and its extension in East Los Angeles. The prayers were strong, my pockets empty, and my head alert for paranormal activity. It had to be the worst days of my life since I was there. I exaggerate when I think about all the times I was there. I can’t count, maybe five or seven. It was not too long the memory. It only carried me to college and back. It’s a big deal that I didn’t go many times; the experience flourished and dwindled in my room for years. I wouldn’t go one more time if I was being dragged by the devil him or herself. It’s a selfless act of jibbery kindness, since I was literally jittery from the all too known accent of pastoring. I found out that tickets to the kingdom of God were unlimited and I couldn’t get one with my possession. If Noah’s ark was rainbowed on my waist, my hip was hopping, laughter and nerves served me right, nothing was stopping them from praising. I grew a third leg and eye one night. It kind of makes you feel like exposing yourself to the all mighty one. The closest I got to was the pastor, yes. It meant everything to him, but I felt prosecuted. Church is court. I’m unattractive. One thing leads to another and I owe the old man a hundred dollars, American bills, the ‘ol one mano a mano. It’s undeliverable! I take the lids off constantly. I see I need to reconsider the quemando de demonios rituals practiced in the large venue, since I felt visible; I’ve been close to the stage! Ladies growled and screeched, turning their bodies angrily towards the microphone, the pastor in awe, obreros (praying workers) reaching out to the possessed person’s head, did make me feel proud, powerful, and emotional. When I was able to release into the world through a God given mean of motivation that was dance, I think I fell in love. There was however, a down side to it. I think there might have been glimpses of the “stomping of demons” everywhere I walked. Godspeed propelled me forward, I’m still sort of empty handed, but I’ve come to accept that it was not helpful hope.  Jeez, there must be another way out. The demon hunt is violent, I am weak sauce. Should we all go? Are we mentally prepared for it, Him? Jesus, you ask!!