i use to do witchcraft and one night a witch was casting a spell on me as the He stood near...i herd the name of my grandma as she whispered in my ear.....wit fallen angel in the front and was the spirit fear....... an angel cloth with vevlet and a vase full of tears..........now earlier that night...he said hell visit me a midnight.....im thinkin that its god but instead the one of light.......he appeared very beautiful as i hugged the demon.....he took me to this sceaning ...and left without meaning.....i remember a golden city.....as he laughed with no pitty.....and i layed there perilize and wonder was this God........He told me clothes my eyes and he ask me what I know........wit the ink as if blood....curcified......and The Crow....and as lift up was in the present of a ghost ...No?? i wondered that night was cray yo......i told my pastor and and and...............he said that was the devil....