A DEMONIC ENCOUNTER IN IRAQ TWICE IN ONE WEEK?

This episode is about my real life demon encounters in Iraq. While I was still in the U.S Army. I had two in the same week. They were interesting to say the least. One of the Demons even looked like a famous movie star. Perhaps you know this dead actor? I won't spoil it for you...click to listen now.

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DEMON ENCOUNTERS IN IRAQ TWICE IN ONE WEEK?

Hello and welcome to the OneSheep Podcast. 

I ‘m your co-host Frank Atwood.

Today’s Podcast is all about my supernatural experiences in Iraq.

right after this…

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Alright,  Let me preface this Podcast by saying these are my true life experiences.

Every supernatural experience I have had, is real.

I believe GOD wanted me to share them with you, to help some of you out. 

As I have stated in A Podcast of Supernatural Origins this is GOD’s Podcast not mine.

I did not want to create a Podcast.  I like making YouTube videos. 

These Podcasts are not intended to waste your precious time either, like television, movies, and video 

games etc.  They are intended to make you think about how little time you really do have

to accept the Gospel of Jesus Christ.   They are to help you see that there is a spiritual war

going on all around you.  They are to assist you in your logical conclusions.  In other words if 

there are fallen angels or demons, whatever term you prefer is correct.  Then it logically follows 

that if these things are real and these supernatural experiences are happening then Heaven and 

Hell must be real too.  

As I stated in the first podcast this is not my idea. It is GOD’s idea, well The Holy Spirit’s idea.

I’m guessing some of you are not Christians and you’re on the fence. I hope these podcasts help 

you to take the plunge to becoming a Christian, pun intended…

I will not bother to go through all my experiences in chronological order.  I will instead relate 

them as I remember them. Especially the experiences that were the most interesting.  I say 

interesting and not terrifying because I have not ever been terrified in any of my experiences 

with the exception of the first one when I was 8 years old.  I am a Christian and I know a lot 

about the enemy. If you have any supernatural encounters never be afraid. These fallen angels 

are more like you and I than you think.  Fein 

indifference, like you could careless who they are it bothers them more than you know.  

It is the same way you drive people crazy…you just ignore them. I do this or I say something

Unkind like, “Hey, if you going to push the dishes in the sink then why don’t you do them!”

“Also Keep it down out there I got work in the morning!” I will discuss this more in the haunted 

apartment podcast. it is all about the apartment I had right outside the gate of Ft. Stewart, Ga.

I think you can guess the name of the apartments right there…

So I was in Iraq on three separate occasions.  This being my second trip to Iraq with a new unit. 

You know It sucks to leave a duty station like Ft. Stewart, Ga.  right after you return from a 

deployment in Iraq only to re-deploy to Iraq from Ft. Hood, Texas.

Yep, I re-deployed right back to the same hell hole I had just left for another year. It was a 

different forward operating base this time around; but the same crappy country. 

We lived in trailers… divided into two halves.  So two roommates on the left side divided by a 

separation wall and two roommates on the right side.  The rooms were probably 12 feet wide by 

15 feet long. They had linoleum floor coverings and a cheesy orang-ish wood stained paneling 

covering the walls.  Dirty white tin from sand bags leaking when it rained covered the outer shell 

of the trailers.  The Army called them Pods.

Just a thought If I was relaying this from there I guess you really could say he’s Podcasting 

again…Just a thought.  Anyway, The Pods were wide enough to fit two twin beds, two night 

stands,  one mini fridge, and two wall lockers and our TV stand with tv.

The pods were set up in rows and all doors faced inward toward an adjacent pod and the 

common area or sidewalk.  Which was covered with a tarp to block the harsh sun from heating 

up your front door .  Think of a covered alley with everyone’s doors facing the center of it.

Anyway, as you entered my Pod to your immediate right was my roommate 

SSG Callaghan’s wall locker, followed by the tv stand and then my wall locker. This covered the 

partition wall and helped as a noise buffer between the rooms.  Looking straight ahead was the 

only window the trailers had and that was covered with sand bags in the back alley.  I say back 

alley because another trailer was behind it and its covered windows were facing your trailer.

Looking to the left in my room was SSG Callaghan’s twin bed, then a little night stand, then a 

mini fridge, then my night stand, and finally my twin bed. It is important to note there is only 

one air-conditioning unit per room.  Two per trailer, but and one per room. Our unit was on the 

same wall as the door and about six feet above the trailer floor and four feet higher than the bed. 

SSG Callaghan had to go south for a couple of months to camp dragon. I do not recall the area 

He went to I just know it as camp dragon.

all I remember is I am glad they did not need my services. The place he went to was hit with 

rockets all the time, and people were dying down there often. He told me about an incident

that happened in one of the bunkers he ran to for cover when the attack started. They were 

standing in the concrete bunkers.  Well the upside down U shaped piece of concrete. It had a 

window in the middle of it, as if it were supposed to have been used in a guard shack or 

something .  He said a  Kellogg Brown and Root Contractor,  who just had to see what was 

happening stood in 

front of the window to get a better look.  The contractor was due to go home the next day.  

SSG Callaghan said a large rocket exploded outside on the ground and a piece of shrapnel 

came through the window and hit the contractor in the chest penetrating his body armor and 

killing him instantly.  So while Callaghan was dealing with all that stuff. I was picking up his laundry at the laundry point.  He had turned in some laundry before he left and asked if I would mind collecting it for him. I said sure no problem bub, that’s a cake walk compared to what you gotta deal with.   Well I finished my errands for the day and went back to my room and watched a repeat of everybody loves Raymond on the armed forces network television. We had 4 channels all of which was pre-rogrammed and the feed was broadcast from a field Site relay station.  So yes we had some comforts.  I began to get sleepy from being out in the 120 degree heat all day and we kept our room at 65 degrees all the time. If the power went out when you were sleeping you did not want to wake up in a ball of sweat. Having been there and done that we kept it at 65 degrees.  We also kept our mini fridge stocked with water. Air-conditioning in addition to removing heat from a confined space also removes moisture.  If you fail to hydrate before you go to sleep you’re going to wake up with cotton mouth. Most likely in the middle of the night too.  So I killed the tv and laid down under my freshly laundered sheets and blankets.  I took a shower before settling in to tv watching so there was nothing left to do but go to sleep.  Although our room was not terribly huge as I said 12 x 15 feet.  The little green LED light on the AC lit it up pretty well.  I often slept with my back to it to get to sleep. This night I just laid on my back and passed out.  I started to dream, in this dream I was in the garage with my father.  In a house that I was not familiar with and I remember the garage was pitch black except for the moon light coming in from the single window in the back, and also coming in through the opened garage  and spilling in from the driveway. Yet everything in the garage was pitch black but out lined by the moonlight. Sort of like when you see a dark mountain range and you can only make out the tops of the peaks by the contrasting moon lit sky. So we could see nothing in the garage.  My father says,”I think the light switch is in the corner over there on the other side of the garage doorway.   So I go across the open garage door area noticing the moon light on the driveway as I go to the wall where the switch is supposed to be.  I turn towards the center of the room and flip the switch and expecting to be drenched in light, nothing happens. I notice something strange. A ball shaped chandelier in the center of the garage starts descending from the ceiling.  When it reaches a height of two feet it begins to rotate and flip over and I notice eight legs come out of the chandelier.  Well I have seen enough spiders in my time that you do not need to draw me a picture.  I bolted down the moonlit driveway as I said man if I just had a spray can and a lighter.All of a sudden I had a spray can and a lighter.  So I turned and immediately lit a stream of spray from the can and engulf the spider in a ball of flame. It was at this point that I woke up from the dream. I had cotton mouth, yep. So I propped myself up on one elbow and started to reach across for the door to the mini fridge when something caught my eyes.  I say something because someone would indicate I had identified them.  Sitting on Callaghan’s pillow doing the Vietnamese squat was what looked like the pan fir flute playing goat boy. He did not look like a goat though he looked more like a man with a Mohawk and horse teeth and horse eyes.  You know when you pat a horse and they look at you with those eyes. Yep just like that. His Mohawk, skin, pupils and gums were blacker than any black person you have ever seen on earth. I have seen some pretty dark Africans and they were still lighter than him, he was sitting there cowering on Callaghan’s pillow…like he was in disbelief.  I stared into his eyes and squinted angrily and said you son of a- as I discontinued reaching for the mini fridge door and lunged at him to pummel him with my fists. Before I could get across the 4 foot gap between the beds, He jumped up and ran down the length of Callaghan’s bed then jumped on to the floor and ran past the foot of my bed and right through the wall. He did all this without making a sound. No bed squeaks as he ran down it, and no thud when he leapt on to the floor, nothing but silence.  I think he must have been the spider in my dream. He had a terrified look on his face as if something had happened that was not supposed to happen.  He was so shook up he forgot to make himself invisible.  So he was even more terrified when he realized I could see him.  I wish this is where the experience ended. No, my friend the next night I got a visit from a higher demon.  Let me say this when all this was happening I had never heard of Howard Pittman. It wasn’t until seven years later that I discovered Brother Pittman. There will be a podcast on him for sure. His life after death experience and his book on the different demons he learned about in the afterlife with the angels who escorted him around.  I do not want to get off topic but all of this made sense seven years from the time it happened.  I merely bring it up because the descriptions of the different types of demons made the hair stand up on the back of my neck when I read them.  So the next night rolls around, and I start out in my dream in  New York City.  As the dream starts I’m sitting on one of those city side walk elevators with the double doors that has a basement service elevator beneath it.  You have probably seen them in movies shot in New York.  A guy who looks like the now dead actor Phillip Seymour Hoffman (google him people)  has a hold of one of my arms and is smacking me on top of my head as I fend off his blows with my other arm.  I squint my eyes angrily up at him as I jump to my feet. I noticed a reaction as I squinted as if someone had warned him about my eyes already.   He starts backing away saying buddy, I was kidding, messing around, come on we go way back to kindergarten.  Then I am inside of a nice bistro that has the half country door. You know the split door with a shelf on top of the lower half , and you can leave open the top for some fresh air but still keep animals out… I’m guessing.  Anyway, he comes down the aisle towards me in sweat pants.  I mean the raggediest pair of sweat pants you can imagine like these things have been wash 1,000 times.  Almost see through in some areas.  This is the most annoying part. He has a penis that is long and poking around inside the sweat pants like a divining rod looking for water.  I am sorry if that made you laugh. It was not intentional.  This image of him was supposed to embarrass me and yet be so weird, he probably thought I would never tell anyone this story. Well, I guess he was wrong…He also is asking me which one is my wife, he wants to be intimate with her.  He didn’t say intimate so that’s how I know he was middle management. I squint at him again and say…surely if we are as good a buddies as you claim you should be able to easily pick her out of all these women.  Thankfully my wife was not in the dream.  He gets annoyed and looks at his watch and says I don’t have time for this and then ran out the half door…and then I woke up…all cotton mouthed again. So what does it all mean?  Well, I think out of all the experiences I have had in the past The first experience was the most profound. Let’s just say I had my Job moment and I passed.They have been watching me ever since.  The devil is not GOD. He is not everywhere, and he does not know everything, so he relies on the help of the angels who fell with him to keep tabs On you and I. Unless you’re a POW then you will never have an experience like this.  If you’re not being watched you’re not a valuable target.  I mean sure his observers catalog everyone.  If your not a threat they leave you alone.  No sence opening the prisoner’s eyes, he or she might escape.  More on the keeping tabs on you in the Psychic’s podcast.  

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