You talk about being taken over by demons, in your first or second post and then go on to state that you are not.
A demonic attack does not mean you are being taken over by demons though. I think there is a misunderstanding. I'm still in the process of learning to differentiate between a mental illness, a demonic attack or an outright invasion (i.e. what you believe is being taking over by demons, or fear of being taken over by demons), or both.
What occurred in December, 2014 is referenced as a case in issue when I'm talking about, what I believe was a demonic incursion. I have written threads about this incident before in 2015 and believed most people on here already knew about this story. So there is some background you are missing.
I visited a prostitute (Suzy) on December 4, 2014 (i.e. very softcore, just danced with her and hugged her and kissed her (face) cheeks passionately and felt her hair and looked at her vag like I was a kid and looking at that for the first time), and on the following day went to another incall center but chickened out, and then saw a second prostitute (Bianca) on December 5, 2014, (i.e. some hardcore stuff went on this time). The following day, on December 6, 2014, all hell broke lose and I believed I was being attacked by a gang of devils, animalistic devils. The shock-wave of this lead to loss of appetite, unable to sleep, waking up at night in a cold-sweat with heart beating fast, unable to drive, feeling like i was going to go crazy. The most severe symptoms lasted for about a week. More milder/moderate symptoms (i.e. have an appetite back and can eat a hamburger, etc..., and drive to some places, etc...) lasted for about the rest of the month. It was a daily battle getting back to normal, driving, having a normal appetite, etc... It was so bad at some point I could not eat pancakes or anything too solid in the morning and it was a struggle to eat. There were also times I'd just stare straight into space.
Now, fast forward the next year (2015), when I was getting back to normal, I still occasionally felt vertigo.
Okay, you get the idea. I'm talking about that incident. I don't know exactly what "that" is. Mental illness or demonic stuff. I've written some threads about it in 2015 on here when it was fresh. Now, 3 years later it's sort of faded out. I'm now very much interested in exorcism, and am reading books from the exorcist Bob Larson and see if I can learn more about this past and what happened. All I know is that I have always been looking at escort pics in the past and always chickened out from actually seeing one and didn't believe in my wildest dreams there would even exist a day in my life I would have actually gone all the way through with that before that happened.
Plums said:
You also talk about the sin of porn and then go on to say that it does no harm and serves a purpose.
Yeah, but a sin is between an individual and God. It's not between an individual and himself or herself or society as a whole.
I would not say that for something to be a sin that it it's defined as doing no harm or serving a purpose. It only just has to offend a holy God. Take God out of the equation, or demons, then it's quote possible that a said thing could have no harm and also serve a purpose. That may be easy to do for most people on here who don't believe in God in the first place and so don't have to deal with the issue of lust being wrong in principle of where it is offensive to a holy God, but on whether this is actually hurting them or others in real and observable ways. That would cast a very large leach and most people would define a porn by looking at allot of hardcore images and spending lots of time on it. I, on the other hand, my define porn in terms of simply lusting after an image of a woman on the computer screen.