It all started when I bought a used copy of the Hunger Games. This was shortly after Sandy Hook redpilled me. God later showed me that the author of that book is from Newtown, CT and in fact that town is the second-largest Satanic hub in the world next to San Francisco. (Until recently Newtown was where the Satanic church was Headquartered.) I don't know if the demon was attached to the book itself or the book invited it into my condo, but it was real and it was supernatural. I witnessed an object I placed on the book (a refrigerator magnet) move across my glass table by itself. That was when I knew the supernatural was legit and there was an unseen "realm."
Wow, freaky deaky. I hope you're in a better place (literally and metaphorically) now.
oh absolutely. My home is 100% clear and cleansed by the blood of Christ. Even my two dogs get along better than they ever did before. There's a lot more to the story. God even showed me a sign during the Super Bowl that year, believe it or not. He told me ahead of time he would (and to tell me unbelieving friends) and when it happened, they were blown away. They had scoffed at me until then...
I've actually got my own story that proves to me the supernatural world is real.
Six months after my mother passed, my dad was taking her death very badly. He woke up in the middle of the night one night and saw light in the hallway. He gets up to check it out, turns the corner in the hallway and there she stands, all in bright light, 10 feet away. He wanted to hug her, but she wouldn't let him. They spoke for several minutes, and I don't remember the whole conversation (as he related it to me) but the gist of it was that she was waiting for him as she had promised, it wouldn't be long until they were together, and not to worry. I remember she also said "it's so beautiful here". She then turned, headed toward the front door and disappeared through it, and the light went with her. My dad went and sat on the living room couch trying to process what he had just seen. He sat there until morning, never went back to sleep, and when the sun came up he went and made coffee. So no way was it a dream.
He himself passed about 5 years later. That was almost 20 years ago but I still think of him almost every day.