My name is Nathan Hamre. I was born in Des Moines, Iowa. I then moved to southern California before I was 2. I have lived here in Southern California since then, briefly in Paramount, then Bellflower. I am an ordained Christian Pastor. I was raised in a non-religious home by both my mom and dad. My father was a disabled vet who served in the Marine Corps during the Vietnam conflict. My mother was his caretaker. I have one younger brother. Growing up, I was introduced to the horror genre at a young age. My mom loved scary movies. And her favorite thing to do while watching scary movies was to scare those watching with her. She used to sneak into the dark room, my friends and I were watching scary movies in and slam a book down on a table or against the wall right when the scariest parts happened. She loved it. We screamed a lot. I was introduced to Christianity once when I was 8 and then again when I was in Jr. High School. Although non-religious, my mother wanted me to have something to do during the summer and so, she had me attend the summer camp of a local church. It was there I was introduced to the concepts of heaven and hell, angels and demons and God and Satan. I only attended church until about 8th grade. From 9th grade until I was about 21, church and faith was not a part of my life. I also did not believe in anything supernatural, metaphysical or anything like that. I had adopted a pretty straightforward humanistic worldview in which I believe humanity was simply a lucky accident of evolution which lived and then died with no lasting point or purpose. I was sure there was such a thing as a spiritual realm where entities beyond our normal senses existed. My first supernatural experience came during my 11th grade year. I was in a car accident where I believe God spoke to me directly. This was before I had become a Christian. My second and third supernatural experiences came about a year later each at a different job. In each instance, an older lady that I was attempting to help with a customer question, stopped mid thought, asked me where my relationship with God was, blinked and then went back to asking about their original question, as if the God question had never happened. In my 21st year, I became a Christian and began to learn and believe in the truth of Him and the supernatural realm. This included coming to believe in the reality of the spiritual realm, angels, demons and all that is affiliated with that. A couple of years after becoming a Christian, I had another experience where I heard an audible voice speaking to me regarding a situation I was in. During this experience, everything seemed to stop, like I was frozen in time for a moment. All sound around me vanished and it was just the voice. And then around 2003, I experienced the most unnerving thing I have ever encountered. I was dating this girl at the time who had been sexually assaulted a handful of years earlier. She had told me that during that assault, the perpetrator had cut his initials into the skin of her forearm. She said those initials were M.R. and kept it covered in a band-aid at all times. After which she regularly had nightmares where a demon was chasing her.
To give context to the next part of the story, I do have to share that in her room she had those little glow in the dark stars along the top of where the walls met the roof circling the entirety of her room. One night I got a call from her very late at night. She was crying frantically and mostly incoherent. She seemed incredibly terrified and I had the feeling that something was indeed very wrong, like how a parent can tell the difference when their kids cry between a serious cry and a not serious cry. I drove to her house. She met me at the door, sobbing and babbling. She was saying something about the demon, and the stars. It took awhile for her to calm down enough so I could understand her. When she did she told me what was happening. She said she was in her room with the table lamp on reading or something like that. She dozed off and started to have the dream where the demon was chasing her. In the dream, as in many other times, she couldn’t get away and the demon kept gaining on her. When the demon finally caught up to her she cried out, “Who are you? What do you want?” At this point she led me toward her room trembling with fear. When we got to the door to her room the lights were on but she couldn’t go inside. She continued the story of her dream. She said “When I turned and screamed who are you? It rose up above me and said ‘I am the demon of M.R.’ In the real world she reached toward the light switch and said “I was woken up by the light bulb in my table lamp blowing up and shattering, my room was dark and I looked up and saw this…” She turned the lights off to her room and I could then see, right above where she was laying on her bed, on the ceiling, every single one of the glow in the dark stars that usually lined the sides of her room, were assembled to form the letters M and R. To say the least, I was scared. This was the most tangible supernatural thing I had ever experienced. After a few moments, I turned the lights back on went and stood on her bed to take the stars down. When I reached up to grab the first one, it just fell, like it wasn’t even stuck to the ceiling. I have since had many other supernatural experiences. I have been healed of pre-cancerous growths, by prayer to the degree where doctors could not explain how it could be medically possible.
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