Story Of My Baptism in to the Church of Jesus Christ and Latter Day Saints

Story of my Baptism.

 

I remember I was walking down the street and I had left everything. Everything that was dark I had to walk away from. That meant most of my friends, my teachers and the paths that I was on. I had entered a dark existence, or dark Magnetic Attractive Thought Space, and I could see the only way out of it was to leave my life behind. In this I thought I was alone and was an easy target for anyone that wanted to take me out.

It was then that the Holy Ghost came to me and commanded me to join the Church Of Jesus Christ and Latter Day Saints. I went to the Calgary Steak Center but it was locked and no one was there. From there I went home and called my aunt and got the number for the missionaries, as she was already in the church. I called the missionaries and met with them two hours later at the Tipton Rd. chapel. I drove around in circles for a while until I finally found the place. They met with me and asked me some questions. I said I wanted to be baptized into the church. They wouldn’t let me ask to be baptized. They had to invite me into the church. So I accepted their invitation. We set a date for three weeks later.

 

It was then that I was introduced to Satan. I had never really known him before. Every night I would get attacked by demons and other members of the dark forces on this planet. The extreme night terrors took a tolle on me. I also went into a complete psychosis. By day I was paranoid and afraid for my life. I was living with my cousin for the month and sharing his reality with what I created was a living hell.

In church I would break down sobbing in my repentance for how I had lived my life and for how I never took sides between good and dark. Now I was having to choose the Good, to choose Gods Side of the Line for the first time in my life. I had to choose a side. It was the only way to get out of hell. All around me Dream Imposters would come into my reality and make it dark, constantly mocking me and making fun of me and showing me where I was screwing up in my life. You would think being shown where you screw up would be a good thing, but it always was made out to sound like I was doomed because of it. A lot of that had to do with the paranoia.

I continued to get the lessons up till the day of the baptism. I showed up early the baptism. About an hour. As I was sitting on the couch in the chapel when  I became filled with fear of my death. The missionaries had talked about living forever so I became horrified that they were really vampires that were going to drown me in the water. I became convinced that I was going to die that day. It was then that I said to the lord I will give my life in the water if it will forgive me of what I have done and get me out of hell. I was far more concerned with the eternities that my mere mortal existence at that point.. I was prepared to die in the water and freely gave my life too the lord.

It was at that point that the Holy Spirit filled my body and I was consumed with the saviours love. The first time they dunked me I didn’t go all the way under. The second time I was completely submerged and came out clean.

Shaun Gamache