Darkness Rises

The following event comes from the personal testimony of Michael Holder:

It was a Saturday morning when I finally finished taking my own personal notes from the journal entries. I felt like I had accomplished something special and had a really good grasp on most of the journal’s content. I remember Anna telling us how satisfied and different she felt after really studying the journal. I felt the same way. After finishing, I put my notes on top of the journal and put them both away. The rest of the day was uneventful. I didn’t get much accomplished and stayed up late watching movies before finally going to bed.

That night, at 3:29 am on September 30th 2012, I awakened from a deep sleep. I’m not sure why but I did. After getting up, I walked out of the bedroom, down the hall, into the living room and straight into the kitchen to get something to drink. I took a small bottle of water out of the fridge and leaned back against the counter. As I began drinking, I turned my head, looked past the sliding glass door beyond our 10th floor balcony and into the night.

As I scanned across the distant landscape of trees nestled in darkness and buildings speckled with lights shining through windows, my view was disrupted by what appeared to be a dark shape on the far end of the balcony. I daringly mused that the shape appeared human. As I looked carefully trying to make out other features of the shape, it moved.

Startling fear shot through me as I gasped for air. My hands jerked the water bottle so quickly that the plastic crackled. My eyes were locked onto the figure and at that moment, I could see the face of death. I held my breath, I was terrified.

After moment of agonizing fear, I somehow moved toward the living room. It moved its head slowly as its stare followed me across the floor. When I reached the midpoint of the living room, it moved toward the glass door, toward me. I froze. I wanted to yell for help, but was afraid it would react. So, in complete silence, I stood motionless in the living room, staring at the it through the glass waiting to see what was going to happen next. I began to feel nauseous, weak, I could feel the heat all over my body rising as I struggled to control my breathing, trying to hold back the panic.

After a moment, it backed away toward the railing behind it, revealing more of itself, as it never broke its gaze. It was at that moment when I heard the words, “abandon the creator…abandon Abram…abandon the testimony of the messenger…accept the false prophets…accept the three”. These words repeated. I began feint from the strain. My plea to God for help was the last thing I remember before blacking out.

When I finally woke up, it was still dark outside but I was able to make out the empty balcony. I looked from one end to the other, nothing. My body felt very weak, as if coming out of a serious illness, but I pushed myself to the couch and fell into its cushions. I lay there with my eyes closed unable to keep myself from drifting off into a deep sleep.

After some time passed, I woke and looked across the balcony again, it was still empty. I slowly became aware of dry blood down the side of my left ear and neck, so I got off the couch and walked to the bathroom where I scrubbed the blood away. Afterwards, I quietly went to bed and fell asleep again. I was so tired, exhausted emotionally and physically.

Later that day and for the months to follow, I understood that evil had risen to silence the testimony of Peter Samaras, to silence our adherence to God’s will. I understood that God’s message was given and that people needed to hear it. I understood that I needed to push past my fear and share this experience to anyone that would listen.