It took me a long time to find this story I once posted years ago, so I figure I better repost it so that it doesn’t get lost. Your memory gets worse as you get older, so you never want to loose important stories that may be important to others. So here it is:
In the Navy I knew a man who claimed to be the son of Satan, he became a christian, I watched him change, it taught me a lot of things.
“A friend” : son o’ satan! LOL. If I was going to make an absurd claim I would claim to be the thing itself and not “his son.”
Okcitykid: This guy had like two personalities and rumor was that he and another sailor raped and murdered a prostitute and he laughed about it, but he never personally admitted it to me, just that, I did not want to know all the things he had done.
In the military you are forced to be close to people and you learn a lot and we used to always stand watch together.
He was scared to death of the dark. He would actually cry if he was left alone in the dark and he always manged to get out of after lookout at night. He would often ask me to pray for him while we stood forward lookout together in the dark. As I would stand into the wind, he would hide behind the wind brake and tell me I was brave. There were things I didn’t know he would say, things he could not explain to me or he would be punished he claimed. He put these strange symbols on the inside of his uniform to protect him and around the birthing compartment. My memory is not so good anymore, but I think it was a half moon and an arrow.
We had a journal on the bridge everyone would right stuff in and I would always quote sayings from Jesus and he would scribble over them with Jesus sucks dicks in hell or similar obscenities. When we stood together on forward lookout, he would ask me to forgive him and pray for him.
One night I refused, I said no, you want forgiveness, you have to ask for it yourself because I’m not going to pray for you. You have to do that for yourself. He said he didn’t know how, he had never done that before, but I continued to refuse and told him he had to learn. For the rest of the watch he was silent as tears rolled down his face.
So the next day he visited the protestant lay leader who had given him a bible and he began to read it and for awhile it seemed like he changed. With excitement he would tell me what he read, but somehow it just didn’t seem real and when we got back to the states he returned back to his old way. He would have this evil laugh that would send chills down your spine.
Then he got the news that his mother had died. His mother was the last person alive in his immediate family and he was tore up by this so he visited the base Chaplin and that’s when he supposedly became a Christian.
About a month after that he smarted off to a commissioned officer and was court marshaled and sent off to the brig. I met him before he left to the brig and he had this big ole grin on his face so I asked him why he was so happy. I couldn’t understand it. He would get out of work details and watches and it seemed he could do whatever he wanted and never get in trouble, even get away with murder, and now that he has truly changed his life, he receives this big ole punishment for this small little thing and he’s happy about it?
He said he was happy to go to the brig because it meant that Satan had no power over him because he was being punished for doing something wrong.
He once again told me that there are many things he couldn’t tell me because he was afraid. As he was growing up his family was into Satan worship and everyone in his family died and his mother was the last to die and he said he would have been next if he had not visited the Chaplin.
He said that he used to have powers, he could just wish real hard and he could get out of work details or watches or getting in trouble. Or he could wish real hard for a coke or a cup of coffee and someone would bring him one. But there was a price, but he said not anymore, Satan had no control over him and he was just tickled pink to go to the brig.
Everything about him was different. He had a wicked smile that turned into a cute smile and a wicked laugh that turned into a giggle, his voice was softer and the expression on his face seemed almost caring as he warned me to be careful as he left to the brig explaining that there are things I don’t know.
My views about Christianity have changed a lot since then….
One could easily say that this man was simply mental and God had simply intervened with healing. But how do you explain him getting away with so many things and then being sent to the brig for something as small as disrespect? How can you explain everyone in his family dieing?
I’ve since done a search for Satanic symbols to locate the one he had placed everywhere but haven’t found it. From memory I’ve made a drawing, I’m not an artist and it has been about 30 years ago. Here it is: