[ WP ] Demon summoning session went so wrong you 've got Jesus instead

I've been hurt all my life. By everything. My parents were abusive jerks, who did n't love me. Did n't even love each other enough to get married. They fed off each other's bank accounts and bodies. Everyone at school always avoided me. Thought I was weird. That I was emo. Thought I was crazy, depressed, angry and some kind of psychotic idiot. They were right. After high school I left home. Started staying with a Wiccan dude I know. He got me into his stuff with rituals and pentagrams and crap. I got more into it more than he did. He moved out, and with a bartending job I managed to keep the apartment. One night I was angry after coming back from my job. I started remembering all the people I hated from my past and how much I wanted them to suffer. I got a paintbrush and some black paint and made a pentagram on my floor. I lit candles around it started screaming praises to Satan. All of a sudden I noticed the apartment gradually become lighter and lighter until it became blindingly bright. The light was whiter than I thought possible. The dark feeling in me quickly dissipated and was replaced with a warm strange feeling in my chest. I closed my eyes for a long time, and when I dared opening them again I was in a green field, with bright sunlight and next to me was a tree with large fruit. As I turned to look around I saw a personage standing next to me, who was adorned with a robe of white. I felt the same feeling I felt in my apartment. `` Come with me'' he said in a gentle voice. I immediately felt familiar with this spirit, and took his hand. I never had felt more at peace or more sound than I had in that field. We walked for minutes before coming to a pit. The soil in the pit was black as night, and at the bottom was me. I was watching myself dig myself deeper into a black pit. I heard myself weeping. A ladder hung next to me. I saw myself bat away the rope ladder, but it kept swinging back and hitting me. `` Why buryeth thyself into misery, that you should flee salvation?'' The man said, gesturing his hand toward the pit. `` Resist the nature of the natural man and find the tree of eternal life''. No words before had affected me more profoundly. I was dumbstruck with the sheer spirit of compassion emanating from the figure. `` I am Jesus the Christ. Come follow me.'' And as soon as he said that I was again blinded by a white light. When the light disappeared I was in my apartment again. The pentagram was gone and in its place was a bible. I had never read any of the Bible or gone to church, but I knew that Jesus had spoke to me. I looked at myself and I saw I was not skinny, by ribs were n't showing, my face was clean shaven and my eyes were not tired. For the first time I felt peace and hope.
