Justin Philip Pomaika'i Laybon Nagasawa
Prayer Warrior
I feel haunted by people and possessed by them, saying things unlike myself. The physical people are innocent, and the guessed spiritual ones are intangible and far-fetched. I hope the LORD solves my problems. The LORD Jesus, please get rid of spirits from Lana, Spotkaeffs, strangers, and people from a funeral, and also from the past. Maybe it's a remaining guilty conscience? Confessions: During Highschool I was drinking golden oolong tea, and a girl asked if it was piss. I didn't respond to her. I think twice in my life I had attempted to blame my fart to another person. I remember maybe once at Kamehameha summer school, and another at Pearl City High School, to a person named Landen. Also, there was a person from the church whom I didn't shake hands with because my hand was wet. I didn't tell the reason why later. Maybe it's a chain reaction from running and accidentally running into a child on accident at a track field. I say chain reaction because the Jesus Coming Soon had that soldier crash and die, and was thankful? I heard a person named pali kui having an awkward incident as well. God, I hope I don't meet that person again. Hopefully, Jesus forgives me for these things that have happened. I'm willing to admit these because Jesus is the author of my life. Maybe it's the time I used a condom on a plunger at my brother's rented house as a dildo, or when I was high from marijuana, and I found and used a vibrator that wasn't mine. Maybe it was the time I reflected light off an ID card to a bus driver's mirror, and it hit her eyes. Another confession is that I had held a dog briefly in Grandma's room to see the consequences. She had no way of knowing, and there was no mess. I hope I don't say anything else in the future to her that will cause her to keep repeating what she heard, and then what she repeated will influence her actions. She kept repeating disgusting words over and over in the same area as if it were new vocabulary for no reason. Then, out of nowhere, my older brother says the same thing in the same place. God forgive me for my post-traumatic stress disorder aggressions. I hope I beat someone until they lose their god complex of protection. Another happening was walking dogs with a leash. I would pull and yank the leash back because the dogs were fast. I had my new dog on a walk that kept walking forward with the leash, excited and kinda dragging me forward. I hope no one in the future has to live cursed by Filipinos. God, please prevent interactions and fibbing in the future that will lead to curses. This reminds me of another incident where I clicked the mute button briefly on someone in a Discord call. I undid it, though, I'm not too sure what happened. It wasn't a recording or Ai. I'm not too sure why. A future happening was that my headphones had played audio as if it were through the microphone. People could hear clearly that I was listening to a YouTube video about menstruation, even though I was muted. There's a freezer that might be causing spiritual problems. It was given from the spotkaeffs for free, sadly though I believed their spirits tagged along, and I wish there was zero interaction with them. Could have easily bought it in the past without them. I had dreams because of mentioning them in prayer, and I regret it. Confession led to punishment as well. God, get rid of them, please. Maybe it was a quick conversation for no reason with a person named Brandy, and we had talked about alcohol, and that I didn't know the color of Heineken. She became a radio announcer, and I feel cursed. Maybe it's because of my large poo that looked like 2 cow patties at high school restoom that couldn't flush. Maybe it's because of the small blue tongs I took in elementary from science class. Maybe it's time I said that scissors fell on me when they didn't. Maybe it's how I tried to bribe people with beef jerky to do my homework. Maybe it's that science fieldtrip where they told me how to input wiring on a board. The inputs didn't match the communications given. Maybe it was inverted, anyway, it caused a 1-2 hour delay? Maybe it's how I brought my siblings' electronics, without permission, for others to use so we could play Mario Kart. Maybe, it's how the teacher falsely blamed me for the Halloween decoration that was used by someone else by accident. God forgive me for writing forgeries of my mom's signatures twice on a report card. One forgery was authentic, the other was a simple, lazy print initial forgery that was caught by the teacher. God, maybe it's punishment for sticking my middle finger in my pocket, when I mean that, if I had a gun, I would shoot you dead. Are these all punishments for stealing yu gi oh cards pre-seventh grade? Maybe it was about bringing someone else's water bottle home (when they left it on accident), thinking that if I hold it, it might not be stolen. Maybe it's that girl who stole my 10$ from my backpack, and then put a line on it saying it was hers. I didn't see her steal it, though, maybe it was magic, or my 10$ magically disappeared. God, please destroy curses from school and the past. Kinda hoping she dies of suffering. Maybe it's the dead body that was being put away by forensics, and I told the teacher that we should go the other side to get to lunch. Perhaps this is because of the taboo of stepping on a giant moth, which has pagan spirituality representing an ancestor in Hawaii. There's also a spirit that keeps saying oki. I heard the oki spirit at the Jesus coming church that had the brown skin mural, and also grandma said Oki. Is it because the time I yelled "shut the fuck up" or the other time I told a brown to get a job while we were high on cocaine. I have thought about killing people to witness the spiritual attacks and their severity. Because I don't know the power of God, I'm not sure what might happen because of these confessions. God, please revoke the information about my first memory I told to someone. Thanks, LORD Jesus, for peace and providence and progress in Jesus' name, Amen.
