Most of my parent's family were Santeros, a religion prominent in Cuba. Santeria is basically a mixture of African Voodoo and Catholicism.
So of course my parents had many wild tales of their encounters with the demon world. Supposedly they would routinely receive visits from these creatures, most often presenting themselves at night while my parents slept (how convenient).
Needless to say I spent most of my childhood terrified of the dark, awaiting the unwanted company of these spirit creatures that apparently have nothing better to do than to spend their nights pranking random people. Perhaps they just have an insatiable sense of humor?
So a few months back, while explaining to my dad the reasons of my not believing in the JW faith anymore, he defended his own faith by reminding me that he witnessed first hand the reality of the evil spirit world. He mentioned that on one occasion he even woke up to realize he was levitating off his bed. I kid you not, he said this.
Also, while I was meeting with the elders to explain my reasons for resigning as an elder, one of the brothers asked me if perhaps I had allowed an item into my house that might have been possessed and thus might have affected me. They just could not fathom the idea that I just had logical and valid reasons for not believing anymore. That just wasn't a possibility for them. So, instead, they attributed my doubts to a possibility that I might be possessed, and therefore not in my right mind.
