Several hours into the flight, when we were well over a dark and rainy North Atlantic Ocean, I was making routine notes in my flight logbook. As I scribbled notes and checked our bearing, I began to feel what I could only describe as a dark and foreboding presence in the cockpit with me. In short, I felt someone (or something?) was standing directly behind me. Fighting the urge to immediately turn and confront what I felt was the incarnation of an utterly maleficent evil; I closed my eyes and began to pray silently, petitioning the Lord Our GOD to cast HIS Light of Truth upon this presence. After several moments, I heard a slight chuckle behind me and felt the interior of the cabin become suddenly warm, almost hot. Startled, I cried out, entreating the entity to be gone.
Not able to stand the thought of a demon standing behind me any longer, I began to turn in my seat and as I did so, I felt an incredible surge of energy pass through my body. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something slip away into the shadow of the bulkhead door behind me and vanish.
At this moment, my copilot, who was known for spending perhaps a little too much time in the flight deck lavatory, popped his head out of the security door to ask me if everything was OK. Somewhat shaken and pale, I asked him to pray with me. As we knelt down and prayed, I felt the Love of GOD washing over us. It was such a moving experience that I had to take a moment and excuse myself and weep silently with joy in the lavatory. It was only when I closed the door to the lavatory behind me that I realized I had voided my bowels, soiling my trousers.
Have any of you ever had an experience like this? And how did you confront it? Did you turn to prayer?
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