Dream: I awoke early the other morning from a dream that stirred me in a mighty way. I was standing in a room that had a closet in it. The door of the closet was opened and I saw spirits and influences come out and then run back in. There was so much happening around me. I saw a variety of spirits or presences preparing for battle. I watched as David took his group of men and prepared as well. I remember being worried about David because I knew he didn't have the gifting in praying through spiritual warfare.
I said to him, "Remember to cover yourself with the Blood of Christ."
He said, "I"m okay. I can fight using my gifting." He had his following of men who all had the same gifting. I understood his gifting - prayer, knowledge in the word - counsel.
I felt uneasy - worried - the intensity of it all was horrendous. I understood in my spirit that the battle was going to be big - enormous - serious. I woke up and have been praying endlessly. A battle is coming.
Showing posts with label Spiritual Warfare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spiritual Warfare. Show all posts
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Senseless Battles
This evening, I watched the movie Chronicles of Narnia - Prince Caspian. I love the way C.S. Lewis writes. The movie takes place around Narnia who had been overthrown by the enemy. The kings and queens of old were summoned to come back to Narnia and try to regain control of the land they once ruled.King Peter decided to come up with a plan of his own rather than waiting on Aslan (the lion), who symbolizes God, to help him. The end result was fatality and loss. At the closing (and not to ruin it for whomever hasn't watched it) there is a great battle between those who once lived in the land and between the enemy. At the closing, the battle was horrendous. The fighting was severe. The battle became intense. It was hard, difficult, and tiring. The enemy surrounded the people from Narnia and it looked like they were about to slaughter every one of them. Suddenly the country could hear the lion roar. His mighty voice rang throughout the entire land! Aslan had summoned help! (I won't go into the rest of the ending as not to ruin it for you.)
The movie reminded me of how it is when we go through spiritual warfare. The enemy gains territory that we have opened the door and allowed him to take. We try to regain it back but do so without calling on God to fight the battle for us. Just about the time we think we will be defeated again, God's mighty voice resonates throughout the land and he summons his angels. His word is spoken, every living creature rises up, and the battle begins. Sometimes it can become so strong that it lasts a long time - but in the end - God has the victory. The enemy kneels before him - the enemy flees - the enemy yields - God has taken back the territory!
We all have battles to fight. We all end up surrendering ground. We all want to do it our way. Listen, we cannot fight spiritual warfare on our own. We must arm ourselves and call upon the glorious one whose voice alone will scatter the enemy. He is the one. Through Christ we can accomplish a great deal - but - without him our battles are senseless.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Crises in the Jungle
This afternoon I was called to pray. I asked God to protect me with the blood of Christ. I then said, “I accept this task Lord.” Immediately I started praying in my prayer language as the Holy Spirit fell upon me. I saw an Indian man, who looked to of been in his thirties, paddling in a canoe down a river. The river was thin - not a large river that spreads out like a fishing river. This was something that ran through a thick forest or jungle. I could see the woods and the banks of the river on either side.
The Indian had straight black hair and he was tan in color. His hair was not long; it came to his neck or shorter. He was in a long wooden canoe paddling with all of his strength. I did not know what country he was in but I knew that I was seeing another place - another country.
The canoe was moving fast and the Indian kept looking back as if he were trying to get away from something or someone. He was breathing deep and I could sense and see his fear. I heard the Lord say, “He is mine.” I didn’t understand it all, I just kept on praying.
I began to ask God, “What is happening Lord? What do I need to pray for?”
The Indian had straight black hair and he was tan in color. His hair was not long; it came to his neck or shorter. He was in a long wooden canoe paddling with all of his strength. I did not know what country he was in but I knew that I was seeing another place - another country.
The canoe was moving fast and the Indian kept looking back as if he were trying to get away from something or someone. He was breathing deep and I could sense and see his fear. I heard the Lord say, “He is mine.” I didn’t understand it all, I just kept on praying.
I began to ask God, “What is happening Lord? What do I need to pray for?”
God's Protection
After a while my prayer became more intense and the Indian in the canoe started to move faster on the water. I then saw a tribe coming out from the jungle or wooded area. They looked like they were from an African tribe. They carried long spears with very sharp points on the end. They ran scattered coming from all 
directions with several feet between each other. They thrust their spears at the Indian man in the canoe. I continued to pray with intensity. I understood that I was asking God to put a shield over him so that not one spear would penetrate him. All of the spears flew through the air, over him, and on top of him but not one struck his body.
He continued to move down the river in his canoe. I took in a deep breath, the tears stopped, and the prayer was over.
Thank you God for your protection!
directions with several feet between each other. They thrust their spears at the Indian man in the canoe. I continued to pray with intensity. I understood that I was asking God to put a shield over him so that not one spear would penetrate him. All of the spears flew through the air, over him, and on top of him but not one struck his body.He continued to move down the river in his canoe. I took in a deep breath, the tears stopped, and the prayer was over.
Thank you God for your protection!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Battle in the Darkness
Today a strange feeling came over me and I felt called into prayer. I just wanted to cry. I fell to my face feeling hurt for some reason. I immediately began speaking in my prayer language and immediately a vision began to unfold. It was strong and oppressive. I saw myself in a wooded area filled with darkness. There were about five or six creatures lurking in the background. They were large with four limbs. They stood as an adult and person would stand. They looked as if they had been charred or had come out of a fire. They were filled with ripples or knots on their whole entire body – almost deformed like or as if they were muscles bulging beneath their skin.The largest of the creatures stood closer to me – angry – glaring – mad – mean – evil and filled with so much rage. I understood that it was a demonic spirit of rage. It was filled with rage toward me. I did not understand why.
An angel was trying to help me put my armor on. A helmet was placed upon my head. The breastplate was placed upon my chest and I also had armor placed on my legs and chins – down to my feet. While trying to finish putting the armor on I was suddenly attacked from behind and stabbed in the back. I could not see who stabbed me – only that it hurt very much. I fell to my knees and into the arms of an angel. The angels hurried to finish putting the armor on me.
I was then covered from all areas of my body. I felt sadness in the vision that someone would want to attack me. I was deeply hurt and understood that others were attacking me and that at that moment I was being attacked.
A group of angels were formed around me and I stood in the center of a large circle. The angels were some that I had not seen before. The warrior angels have always had wings and swords, the comforter angels have always been women without wings draped in long flowing garments, but these angels stood tall and lean without wings but held on to large spears. Their spears reached outward far into the opening to guard me. They stood together allowing no way anyone could come between them and get to me.
I could see the dark figures in the background glaring at me with such hate. The scene was intense and scary and I knew that any minute the dark figures wanted to pounce and storm the circle to get to me. As I continued praying in my prayer language I understood that I was calling upon the angel Michael to come to my aid. Michael suddenly rushed to my aid. He swept down from the heavens ready to attack. He was strong and mighty – fearless. He swept down and lingered in the air for just a moment above the demon’s head. Without any hesitation he raised a large club that looked to of been made of wood. He reared back with the club with all of his strength and hit the demon in the face as hard as he could causing it to stumble backward. The evil spirit did not try to fight; it simply turned around to walk away. As the dark creature turned the others turned as well and left. I then saw two faces of two women who I knew. One of them I had trusted and confided in. I felt the Lord revealing to me that the two women had been talking about me and the one I had trusted and confided in had stabbed me in the back.
Again, I cried giving my hurt to the Lord wondering why anyone would want to deliberately hurt me. I thanked God for protecting me and for coming to my rescue. I sat in the presence of the Lord and allowed him to comfort me. The Lord is good. He is quick to rescue and stop the enemy's attacks.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Scurry in the Walls
(Names have been changed - 7/08/09)
Tonight my husband and I met at someone’s house. I have been there many times before this moment. After sitting for a while, my stomach began to ache and rattle and my spirit became unsettled. I began taking deep breaths and then releasing hoping to settle my spirit. I caught myself rubbing my hands together – uneasy.
After a little time had passed, Jessie asked me what was wrong. He could see that I was uncomfortable. I couldn’t help it – I blurted out, “Something is wrong. Something is here in this house. Something is stirring my spirit, I can feel it.” I began to cry. I knew what I needed to do – go and pray.
My husband asked if I would like for him to take me home. I agreed. Upon entrance to the house, I rushed in to my bedroom, fell on my face, and immediately began to ask God to cleanse me and wash over me. I felt like I needed to brush something off of me or go and take a bath. It was a horrible feeling. It felt like things were crawling over me. I hated it.
I immediately began speaking in my prayer language and the tears came spilling out and pouring over. I asked God to cover me and put my armor on. I then saw the vision of what was happening. I can now understand what I am saying when I speak in my prayer language. This is what I understood.
Vision:
I was asking God to come and surround the house. At that moment a rushing wind rose up fierce like a strong hurricane. It came and surrounded the house. The trees looked as if they would blow over. The wind pulled the branches to their limit bending the trunk of the tree as well. Suddenly a strong and mighty angel – warrior – appeared in front of the front door. The door suddenly blew open with great force making a strong banging noise as if a heavy piece of steel had been dropped from the sky. Immediately a light appeared in the doorway creating the picture of a cross. It was brighter than the sun. The angel stood in the entran
ce of the doorway as well and the light protruded throughout the entire house.
Then two angels appeared inside the house. The wind continued to carry on outside of the home. I understood that there was a demon in the house and it was hiding. I then saw it running on the inside of the walls. It was small like a little lump. It was fast like a mouse scurrying here, there, and everywhere – hard to catch.
I continued to pray in my prayer language and cry even deeper. The angels were in the house looking at the wall but the demon would not manifest itself. After what seemed a long while of praying, I understood God asking me to go to the phone and call my husband who was still at the house. I was to have him ask Jessie if he has ever heard knocking or banging in his walls. I rose up and went to the phone. I even picked up the phone and started to dial. Out of fear, I then put it down and said to myself, “No – he will think I am crazy.”
I heard the Lord say to me, “Go to the word!” I grabbed my one-year Bible and went to today’s reading – Acts 26:1-32
Paul was pleading his case before King Agrippa because the Jewish leaders were accusing him of something and wanted him thrown in jail. Paul pleads his case and tells him about his adventure on the road to Damascus.
“About noon, Your Majesty, a light from heaven brighter than the sun shone down on me and my companions. We all fell down, and I heard a voice saying to me in Aramaic,
“Saul, Saul, why are you persecuting me? It is hard for you to fight against my will.”
“‘Who are you, sir?” I asked”
“And the Lord replied, ‘I am Jesus, the one you are persecuting. Now, stand up! For I have appeared to you to appoint you as my servant and my witness. You are to tell the world about this experience and about other times I will appear to you. And I will protect you from both your own people and the Gentiles.”
So then Paul explains to the king that he was not “disobedient to that vision from heaven” he was trying to tell the world about it. I read on and this is what really got my attention –
“Suddenly, Festus shouted, “Paul, you are insane. Too much study has made you crazy!”
“But Paul replied, “I am not insane, Most Excellent Festus. I am speaking the sober truth.”
I had to go back and pray – this time I cried out to God for forgiveness because I did not do as he had asked me to do for fear that Jessie and my husband would think I was crazy. I also hesitate to tell others about my experiences because I feel they would think I was crazy. Paul stood firm in what he had seen and what he had heard. He obeyed the Lord by telling about his experience as well.
Suddenly the Lord drew me back into the vision – it was as if we had picked up where we had left off. I confessed and cried out to God that I would do whatever he asked me to do. I wanted to be like Paul.
I continued to speak in my prayer language and asked God to saturate the house with his Holy Spirit. I then saw water starting to seep in from the floor into the walls. The demon began to scurry and move around within the walls. I then vocally out loud said, “Whatever Jessie has brought into this house we renounce it in Jesus’ name! – Be Gone! Be removed!”
I said it about three times and then – I saw:
Movies – DVDs rise up from a bin or box he kept off to the right of the television fly up – hundreds of movies rose up and flew out of the house toward the sky. The strong wind that had surrounded the house carried them away. I continued to speak those words with authority – “Whatever Jessie has brought into this house we renounce it in Jesus’ name! Be Gone! May it be removed! May the Holy Spirit Saturate this house!” I saw things come forth from his computer as well – but not many things mostly movies. I did not know what kind of movies were flying out of the house – only that there were many – many DVDs. Suddenly something was sucked out of the wall and attached itself to a DVD – another and then another! There was more than one demon hiding in the walls! Movies kept pouring out from the bin and flying out of the ceiling of the house – tears flowed and my stomach ached – God was cleansing!
And then the demon that the angels stood over and waited for came rushing out of the wall and attached itself to one of the DVDs – it too was gone. Eventually no more movies or things from the computer left his house – it was all gone. The storm was over.
I sat and cried over the glorious power of the Lord. He is good. The angels stood in the living room and placed their hand upon Jessie – as if to comfort him or convict him. Jessie leaned over understanding the need to change.
May it be so Lord – may it be so.
Tonight my husband and I met at someone’s house. I have been there many times before this moment. After sitting for a while, my stomach began to ache and rattle and my spirit became unsettled. I began taking deep breaths and then releasing hoping to settle my spirit. I caught myself rubbing my hands together – uneasy.
After a little time had passed, Jessie asked me what was wrong. He could see that I was uncomfortable. I couldn’t help it – I blurted out, “Something is wrong. Something is here in this house. Something is stirring my spirit, I can feel it.” I began to cry. I knew what I needed to do – go and pray.
My husband asked if I would like for him to take me home. I agreed. Upon entrance to the house, I rushed in to my bedroom, fell on my face, and immediately began to ask God to cleanse me and wash over me. I felt like I needed to brush something off of me or go and take a bath. It was a horrible feeling. It felt like things were crawling over me. I hated it.
I immediately began speaking in my prayer language and the tears came spilling out and pouring over. I asked God to cover me and put my armor on. I then saw the vision of what was happening. I can now understand what I am saying when I speak in my prayer language. This is what I understood.
Vision:
I was asking God to come and surround the house. At that moment a rushing wind rose up fierce like a strong hurricane. It came and surrounded the house. The trees looked as if they would blow over. The wind pulled the branches to their limit bending the trunk of the tree as well. Suddenly a strong and mighty angel – warrior – appeared in front of the front door. The door suddenly blew open with great force making a strong banging noise as if a heavy piece of steel had been dropped from the sky. Immediately a light appeared in the doorway creating the picture of a cross. It was brighter than the sun. The angel stood in the entran
ce of the doorway as well and the light protruded throughout the entire house.Then two angels appeared inside the house. The wind continued to carry on outside of the home. I understood that there was a demon in the house and it was hiding. I then saw it running on the inside of the walls. It was small like a little lump. It was fast like a mouse scurrying here, there, and everywhere – hard to catch.
I continued to pray in my prayer language and cry even deeper. The angels were in the house looking at the wall but the demon would not manifest itself. After what seemed a long while of praying, I understood God asking me to go to the phone and call my husband who was still at the house. I was to have him ask Jessie if he has ever heard knocking or banging in his walls. I rose up and went to the phone. I even picked up the phone and started to dial. Out of fear, I then put it down and said to myself, “No – he will think I am crazy.”
I heard the Lord say to me, “Go to the word!” I grabbed my one-year Bible and went to today’s reading – Acts 26:1-32
Paul was pleading his case before King Agrippa because the Jewish leaders were accusing him of something and wanted him thrown in jail. Paul pleads his case and tells him about his adventure on the road to Damascus.
“About noon, Your Majesty, a light from heaven brighter than the sun shone down on me and my companions. We all fell down, and I heard a voice saying to me in Aramaic,
“Saul, Saul, why are you persecuting me? It is hard for you to fight against my will.”
“‘Who are you, sir?” I asked”
“And the Lord replied, ‘I am Jesus, the one you are persecuting. Now, stand up! For I have appeared to you to appoint you as my servant and my witness. You are to tell the world about this experience and about other times I will appear to you. And I will protect you from both your own people and the Gentiles.”
So then Paul explains to the king that he was not “disobedient to that vision from heaven” he was trying to tell the world about it. I read on and this is what really got my attention –
“Suddenly, Festus shouted, “Paul, you are insane. Too much study has made you crazy!”
“But Paul replied, “I am not insane, Most Excellent Festus. I am speaking the sober truth.”
I had to go back and pray – this time I cried out to God for forgiveness because I did not do as he had asked me to do for fear that Jessie and my husband would think I was crazy. I also hesitate to tell others about my experiences because I feel they would think I was crazy. Paul stood firm in what he had seen and what he had heard. He obeyed the Lord by telling about his experience as well.
Suddenly the Lord drew me back into the vision – it was as if we had picked up where we had left off. I confessed and cried out to God that I would do whatever he asked me to do. I wanted to be like Paul.
I continued to speak in my prayer language and asked God to saturate the house with his Holy Spirit. I then saw water starting to seep in from the floor into the walls. The demon began to scurry and move around within the walls. I then vocally out loud said, “Whatever Jessie has brought into this house we renounce it in Jesus’ name! – Be Gone! Be removed!”
I said it about three times and then – I saw:
Movies – DVDs rise up from a bin or box he kept off to the right of the television fly up – hundreds of movies rose up and flew out of the house toward the sky. The strong wind that had surrounded the house carried them away. I continued to speak those words with authority – “Whatever Jessie has brought into this house we renounce it in Jesus’ name! Be Gone! May it be removed! May the Holy Spirit Saturate this house!” I saw things come forth from his computer as well – but not many things mostly movies. I did not know what kind of movies were flying out of the house – only that there were many – many DVDs. Suddenly something was sucked out of the wall and attached itself to a DVD – another and then another! There was more than one demon hiding in the walls! Movies kept pouring out from the bin and flying out of the ceiling of the house – tears flowed and my stomach ached – God was cleansing!
And then the demon that the angels stood over and waited for came rushing out of the wall and attached itself to one of the DVDs – it too was gone. Eventually no more movies or things from the computer left his house – it was all gone. The storm was over.
I sat and cried over the glorious power of the Lord. He is good. The angels stood in the living room and placed their hand upon Jessie – as if to comfort him or convict him. Jessie leaned over understanding the need to change.
May it be so Lord – may it be so.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Pest in the Night
The enemy certainly knows how to alarm us. Sometimes the moves are so predictable while others are not. Yesterday my husband had to travel out of town and stay over night. I am usually okay with that and often look forward to the time I can have in the house by myself - although I had one of my children here with me.I settled down at 9:00pm - extremely tired and looking forward to rest. However as the night lingered on, I kept hearing noises. I know - it was probably in my mind right? I aways think so at first but then something started happening. Every time I eased into a deep sleep I was awakened by a loud noise. It was so loud that it startled me upon my wake. I would rise and listen carefully. Nothing.
12:00am - Loud noise - I rose and went and logged off my computer thinking the noise might have been from my mail alarm
2:00am - Another noise. I rose out of bed to walk around the house - nothing - yet I heard the loud bang.
3:00am - Startled from a dream I believe was coming from the Lord. The bang came from the Bathroom as if someone had dropped a shampoo bottle.
3:30am - At this time, I was terribly sleepy and all I wanted to do was to sleep - another bang from the bathroom area - startled I sat up and then fell back down closing my eyes to sleep.
Suddenly the moment my eyes closed it felt as if someone had taken a cattle prod and jammed it into the covers. I felt an electrical shock from the outside of the blankets. I really woke at that moment. My eyes flew open and my heart began to pound with great authority and fear. I froze - trying to discern what was happening. No more noises.
Then came the voice of the Lord - Scripture. I turned the light on and grabbed my One Year Bible. I turned to May 5th and read out loud from the Psalm.
Psalm 105
"1Give thanks to the LORD, call on his name; make known among the nations what he has done."
"Sing to him, sing praise to him; tell of all his wonderful acts. "
"Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the LORD rejoice. "
"Look to the LORD and his strength; seek his face always."
"Remember the wonders he has done, his miracles, and the judgments he pronounced, O descendants of Abraham his servant, O sons of Jacob, his chosen ones. "
"Sing to him, sing praise to him; tell of all his wonderful acts. "
"Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the LORD rejoice. "
"Look to the LORD and his strength; seek his face always."
"Remember the wonders he has done, his miracles, and the judgments he pronounced, O descendants of Abraham his servant, O sons of Jacob, his chosen ones. "
"He is the LORD our God; his judgments are in all the earth."(7)
I began reading this aloud and proclaiming it over and over. I asked the Lord to come and sweep through my house releasing His authority on the ones tormenting. I demanded that in the name of the "Lord - who is our God" flee.
"He remembers his covenant forever, the word he commanded, for a thousand generations, the covenant he made with Abraham, the oath he swore to Isaac. "
"He confirmed it to Jacob as a decree, to Israel as an everlasting covenant: To you I will give the land of Canaan as the portion you will inherit."
"When they were but few in number, few indeed, and strangers in it, they wandered from nation to nation, from one kingdom to another."
"He confirmed it to Jacob as a decree, to Israel as an everlasting covenant: To you I will give the land of Canaan as the portion you will inherit."
"When they were but few in number, few indeed, and strangers in it, they wandered from nation to nation, from one kingdom to another."
"He allowed no one to oppress them; for their sake he rebuked kings:
"Do not touch my anointed ones; do my prophets no harm." (vs 14)
"Do not touch my anointed ones; do my prophets no harm." (vs 14)
Again I claimed that scripture and asked God to send his mightiest angels to stand guard and protect me and my son. I read it out loud - the Lord says . . . "Do not touch my anointed ones!"
I sat and praised - sang - to the Lord. I was so tired. I listened for a moment later and fell back to sleep with no more interruptions. The Lord is good and truly the light in any darkness.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
A Very Strong Hold
3:00am - I awoke ready to cry. An urgency filled my body as if something were wrong. I can feel it. I sensed it. I quickly rose from bed and went downstairs for quiet and to keep from waking anyone else. I grabbed the tissues and started to pray before my knees ever hit the floor. I spread out burying my face in the carpet."I am here Lord. What is going on? I am ready to pray." I accepted the assignment from the Lord. Suddenly my lips began to move rapidly and I doubled over in a pain that I cannot explain. I could tell that it is strong. The emotions swept over me like a flood and then I saw it - a dark figure rose up in my vision and this figure was wicked and it was evil. I asked the Lord to cover me before the battle. I asked and pleaded for God to protect me. The Spirit of the Lord took hold of me and took over. The battle began. The large evil figure had the same man the octopus had. It held him tight with both hands. I prayed for God to send his mightiest warriors to rescue and to release this young man from the hold this figure had upon him. Suddenly angels appeared. They were strong and mighty - prepared for battle. They carried swords and immediately began to strike at the large figure. The large figure seemed to tower over them. They surrounded the figure and struck from all sides. I could see and hear the sounds of their blows. They hit hard and with great authority.
While this continued, I continued to heave as if I were going to throw up. With tears puddled beneath me, I felt sick. I felt as if I were there. I ached. I couldn't stand being in the presence of this evil thing. I could since the danger, wickedness, and strength of the dark figure. He was evil. It had such a grip upon the man and would not release him.
I then began to say out loud to the Lord, "I can't do this Lord it is too hard. I need some help." The battle was so strong that I could hardly stand it. I wanted and needed to rise up and call someone else to help me pray through it. It was now 5:00am and I did not want to call that early.
I began to pray again. I called out - speaking in my prayer language. I know it sounds strange but I could now understand what I was praying about when I first started praying like this years ago, I had no idea what I was saying. My lips began to move with great authority and it felt so strange - almost as if I had no control over them. They began to speak clear words - direct commands almost - I wished I understood what language I was speaking. The words came and it felt as if someone else were saying them while I understood what the words meant.
I said - "Release him in the name of Jesus!" He belongs to God the Father!" After saying this for a while I saw that one hold on the dark figure was released. It was so hard, He flailed his arms and fought the whole time the angels were battling him. When the one hold was released, an angel jumped between that one hand and the person being held keeping the dark figure from being able to grab hold of him again with that hand. However, the other hand continued holding the man.That made the figure even more angry. The battle continued but no release. I stopped because I felt so sick from crying, grieving, and being in the presence of that evil spirit. I had to stop. I was drained. I was emotionally drained. I was physically drained. I told the Lord that I could not do it any longer. I then heard the Lord ask me to go and get my one year bible. I read the scripture for that day and understood so much more.
Mark 9: 14- 29
After reading this passage I understood that the hold happened when he was a child.
"Jesus asked the boy's father, "How long has he been like this?" "From childhood," he answered." (vs 21)
When the disciples asked Jesus, "Why couldn't we drive it out?" (Mk 9: 28) Which is what I was wondering at the time. This was the first time I had been called into prayer and the evil spirit was not defeated or released. Not by my doing but the Lord.
The next verse said, "He replied, "This kind can come out only by prayer." ( 29)
I rose up knowing that prayer would need to be the answer and one other thing the Lord showed me. The young man in the vision was not fighting or trying to get free from this hold. He stood there while the evil creature had its grip on him. I understood that in order for this person to become totally free form this hold, he would need to pray and he would need to want this hold to be released. Without that - there was only so much that could have been done.
Update: A while after that battle, the Lord opened an opportunity for me to speak with this man about the vision and strong hold in his life. He did not deny it - in fact he confirmed that "yes he did have a strong hold he had been dealing with his whole life" and felt that it was hindering his ability to serve the Lord in the way he wanted to serve. I shared with him that in order to truly be free from it - he would have to want it - desire it - pray for it. It can happen.
I could not portray the image that I saw. It was a millions times scarier than my drawing and the battle scene itself was amazing. One day I may take art lessons so that I can truly capture the images correctly.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
A Strong Hold
August 2005I entered the presence of someone new today. My husband walked in and I began to get emotional. Tears swelled - I suppressed them. I mouthed the words - "Something is wrong. What is wrong?" He told me that someone had just called at that moment with an issue. Perhaps it was that. I really didn't know. My husband left and I fell on my face to pray. I prayed and the Holy Spirit fell upon me as I prayed in my prayer language. The Lord began to unfold a picture and I realized that the move to pray had nothing to do with the phone call but everything to with being in the presence of that person that day. (Again - I am not an artist - I just try to draw what I see. My drawings do not depict the true visual of what I saw)
I saw a huge octopus. The octopus had hold of the person that was new in my presence that day. I cried out for God to send his mightiest warriors to help this person. The person was not fighting at all. It allowed the octopus to hold on to him. An angel of the Lord came - a warrior - and began swinging his sword at the octopus. Another angel came. The octopus flailed around fighting the angel off. The angel appeared so small compared to the octopus. After a while of prayer, I realized that this day there would not be victory. The battle and hold was too strong.
I wasn't sure what was going on that day or what the octopus symbolized. I understood that there was some kind of hold on this person, it was strong, and it was really big. This was the first of many battles to come regarding this person.
Update:
Trying to make sense of what the octopus meant, I spoke with a friend of mine who is an intercessor. She spoke with someone who has studied and teaches intercession and felt that the octopus symbolized a "Jezebel Spirit". I have no idea how she came to that conclusion or if it really might mean that.
Friday, February 27, 2009
The Witch Doctor
April 25, 2005
On my way to the doctor, I noticed beautiful sky and weather. I loved looking past the fields and on toward the mountains. They were a beautiful sight. For some reason, I started feeling a little emotional that day. My doctor’s visit went well. The swollen lymph node was gone and the glands had gone down as well. God was healing and delivering me from the sickness. We will wait now to see if they rise yet again. This is the first time in nine months they have totally gone away. Thank you Lord.
My emotions kept surfacing and I did not recognize that this was a need to pray. At noon I started to cry. I wept over and about an issue I thought was going on with me. Then my brother called. I cried even more when I spoke with him.
“What is the matter?” He said. “I think I am just sad today,” I responded. We did not speak long. After hanging up, as if the floodgates had opened up, I began to cry even more. I felt the strong urge to fall upon my face. I went into my room and fell to the floor crying uncontrollably. My lips began to move as the Holy Spirit came upon me.
I lay prostrate before the Lord with my face nestled deep into the carpet. The deep ache in my heart caused me to cry even more. “Lord, what is happening?” I whispered through the suffering. At that moment flashes of a picture came to my mind. I could see bits of it as if a puzzle.
“Please clear my thoughts Father,” I said. “May I only see what You want me to see Lord.”
Vision:
I first saw elephants. They were walking in a long line, one following the other. I watched as they walked in an open field towards the jungle. I saw a young man whom appeared to be in his twenties sitting upon one of the elephants. He was black in origin. I understood that I was seeing something in another country. I assumed it was Africa, but could not really get a clear picture of where it truly was.
I soon began to see flashes of some kind of mask. The mask was square with long hair surrounding it. The hair was made of hay or something similar. It looked as if someone were holding it up to there face. As God began to reveal a clearer picture, my heart began to ache even more. The intensity of my prayer increased, almost as if I had no control. There I was deep in the midst of it – I felt as if I were right there in the middle of the scene unfolding before my eyes. I could feel it. I could feel the emotion of it all.
The person wearing the mask was of great authority - I understood that. I could only see his arms and legs as his face was covered. It felt as if he were very strong and placed in high authority. I understood at that moment that God was showing me someone who was possibly a witch doctor. I felt a demonic spirit about him and began to feel sick. I wanted to throw up. The strength of it all scared me and I knew that I needed to call upon others to help pray.
I stood up and called for my husband. He came running and tried to calm me down. “You need to pray!” I said urgently. “Pray right now. We need to pray!”
I began to share briefly as the hold upon me was so strong that I could hardly keep myself from falling to the floor. I urged him to call some of my friends and ask them to pray too. He didn’t have to say anything. Just tell them that Tina needs them to pray.
Back on my face again the picture surfaced. I began to see more clearly. The masked man was in a jungle. The sky was dark as if night and he was dancing around. I watched as I continued to pray. I felt the strength of this man and knew that the battle was going to be tough. He was strong – very strong.
“Lord, I don’t know what to pray.” “He feels so strong.” I continued to cry. Suddenly, the battle became more in tense and I saw the man sway back and forth as if someone were pulling on him, though I could see anyone but him.
The Lord brought to my mind at that moment these words. “God sent His Son into the world so that others may have eternal life and that No One Should be Harmed.” I realized then that I was perhaps seeing a ritual being performed and felt as if someone were going to be harmed because of it. I started praying for safety. I prayed for protection for the one or ones being persecuted or cursed. I asked God to send His mightiest angels to protect whoever was targeted for harm.
I did not know what else to do. I just allowed God to use me as a vessel. My whole body hurt. My eyes swelled and the tears fell like a waterfall.
It felt as if the battle were never going to end. Suddenly, I started to pray that this man’s authority would be taken away. I prayed it over again. I then saw a great burst of fire shoot up from the ground. There in the fire were evil eyes staring at me. The eyes began to move towards me, closer and closer. I wanted to hide as I saw them zoom in so close that they could touch me. My body began to shake. I prayed even harder. The mask on the man’s face changed from the straw to a black demonic looking mask. It looked to of been made of iron. It was evil and scary. My body could not lie still as the force of it all took over.
“Help me father,” I cannot do this alone. “Others are praying too Tina,” He reminded me.
I continued to pray, “Lord, take away his authority.” I prayed God’s authority over the whole situation. I prayed God’s power and strength over whatever was happening. I prayed that God would be glorified and that His strength would come in and intervene.
“This man has no authority in Jesus name!” I spoke through my trembling body. I just kept repeating it as the battle raged on. My stomach would tense as if someone were hitting it. “This man has no authority in Jesus name!” I shouted again.
Then I saw something happen I have never seen before. The masked man began to slowly shrink. His body got smaller and smaller until a small cloud of dust arose and as if someone snapped their fingers - he disappeared.
I took in a deep breath and felt the anxiety leave. I stayed prostrate on the floor. God replaced that with joy. I began to laugh and cry at the same time. “It is over Lord,” I said. The tears came to a halt. It was gone. The battle was finished and God was the victor.
. . . Most of the time it just doesn’t make sense to me. I am still learning. I accepted the task the moment God called me. I lay on the floor and no matter how painful or scary I felt it could become, I trusted that God would intervene. I think the hardest part for me is the intensity of the prayers as well as the need to know more of what is going on. Even though I asked, God did not reveal any more to me than what I needed to know. I think there were several reasons why: I do not think I could have stood the emotion of it. The prayer is so intense that it sometimes really feels as if I am going to die. When I am shown the dark side it literally makes me physically sick. God reveals to us what we need to know. I had a glimpse of a picture that day. Who knows what country this was really happening in?
Follow Up:
Afterwards I spoke to a friend of mine who called because she had been praying as well. She reminded me of what was happening in India. I was curious so I got on line and looked up India. The very first story I came to was an article written about a husband who felt that his wife did not love him. After many beatings and trying everything else, he decided to go see a witch doctor or “tantric” as he was called. The tantric advised the man that his four year old son was not his own and that he should kill him if he ever wanted his wife to love him . So in the back yard, the man strangled his own four year old son and threw him down a well. He later confessed and ended up in jail, but the true murderer was the “tantric.”
I continued reading that the police were having a difficult time in India due to witch doctors sacrificing small children. It was an epidemic that had broken out and they were trying desperately to save these children.
Now I have no idea that this story is what I was praying about. I was suspicious that it did have something to do with it.
I also drew a picture of the mask and looked on line to see if I could identify the dark evil looking mask. I looked through hundreds of masks and thought I would never find it . . . but I did. I saw it. It was exactly the same mask that I saw in the vision. I read that it was a mask used hundreds of years ago. It was used by witch doctors during sacrificial ceremonies. I was speechless.
Thank you Lord, that you use even the weakest to intervene on Your behalf.
On my way to the doctor, I noticed beautiful sky and weather. I loved looking past the fields and on toward the mountains. They were a beautiful sight. For some reason, I started feeling a little emotional that day. My doctor’s visit went well. The swollen lymph node was gone and the glands had gone down as well. God was healing and delivering me from the sickness. We will wait now to see if they rise yet again. This is the first time in nine months they have totally gone away. Thank you Lord.
My emotions kept surfacing and I did not recognize that this was a need to pray. At noon I started to cry. I wept over and about an issue I thought was going on with me. Then my brother called. I cried even more when I spoke with him.
“What is the matter?” He said. “I think I am just sad today,” I responded. We did not speak long. After hanging up, as if the floodgates had opened up, I began to cry even more. I felt the strong urge to fall upon my face. I went into my room and fell to the floor crying uncontrollably. My lips began to move as the Holy Spirit came upon me.
I lay prostrate before the Lord with my face nestled deep into the carpet. The deep ache in my heart caused me to cry even more. “Lord, what is happening?” I whispered through the suffering. At that moment flashes of a picture came to my mind. I could see bits of it as if a puzzle.
“Please clear my thoughts Father,” I said. “May I only see what You want me to see Lord.”
Vision:
I first saw elephants. They were walking in a long line, one following the other. I watched as they walked in an open field towards the jungle. I saw a young man whom appeared to be in his twenties sitting upon one of the elephants. He was black in origin. I understood that I was seeing something in another country. I assumed it was Africa, but could not really get a clear picture of where it truly was.
I soon began to see flashes of some kind of mask. The mask was square with long hair surrounding it. The hair was made of hay or something similar. It looked as if someone were holding it up to there face. As God began to reveal a clearer picture, my heart began to ache even more. The intensity of my prayer increased, almost as if I had no control. There I was deep in the midst of it – I felt as if I were right there in the middle of the scene unfolding before my eyes. I could feel it. I could feel the emotion of it all.
The person wearing the mask was of great authority - I understood that. I could only see his arms and legs as his face was covered. It felt as if he were very strong and placed in high authority. I understood at that moment that God was showing me someone who was possibly a witch doctor. I felt a demonic spirit about him and began to feel sick. I wanted to throw up. The strength of it all scared me and I knew that I needed to call upon others to help pray.
I stood up and called for my husband. He came running and tried to calm me down. “You need to pray!” I said urgently. “Pray right now. We need to pray!”
I began to share briefly as the hold upon me was so strong that I could hardly keep myself from falling to the floor. I urged him to call some of my friends and ask them to pray too. He didn’t have to say anything. Just tell them that Tina needs them to pray.
Back on my face again the picture surfaced. I began to see more clearly. The masked man was in a jungle. The sky was dark as if night and he was dancing around. I watched as I continued to pray. I felt the strength of this man and knew that the battle was going to be tough. He was strong – very strong.
“Lord, I don’t know what to pray.” “He feels so strong.” I continued to cry. Suddenly, the battle became more in tense and I saw the man sway back and forth as if someone were pulling on him, though I could see anyone but him.
The Lord brought to my mind at that moment these words. “God sent His Son into the world so that others may have eternal life and that No One Should be Harmed.” I realized then that I was perhaps seeing a ritual being performed and felt as if someone were going to be harmed because of it. I started praying for safety. I prayed for protection for the one or ones being persecuted or cursed. I asked God to send His mightiest angels to protect whoever was targeted for harm.
I did not know what else to do. I just allowed God to use me as a vessel. My whole body hurt. My eyes swelled and the tears fell like a waterfall.
It felt as if the battle were never going to end. Suddenly, I started to pray that this man’s authority would be taken away. I prayed it over again. I then saw a great burst of fire shoot up from the ground. There in the fire were evil eyes staring at me. The eyes began to move towards me, closer and closer. I wanted to hide as I saw them zoom in so close that they could touch me. My body began to shake. I prayed even harder. The mask on the man’s face changed from the straw to a black demonic looking mask. It looked to of been made of iron. It was evil and scary. My body could not lie still as the force of it all took over.
“Help me father,” I cannot do this alone. “Others are praying too Tina,” He reminded me.
I continued to pray, “Lord, take away his authority.” I prayed God’s authority over the whole situation. I prayed God’s power and strength over whatever was happening. I prayed that God would be glorified and that His strength would come in and intervene.
“This man has no authority in Jesus name!” I spoke through my trembling body. I just kept repeating it as the battle raged on. My stomach would tense as if someone were hitting it. “This man has no authority in Jesus name!” I shouted again.
Then I saw something happen I have never seen before. The masked man began to slowly shrink. His body got smaller and smaller until a small cloud of dust arose and as if someone snapped their fingers - he disappeared.
I took in a deep breath and felt the anxiety leave. I stayed prostrate on the floor. God replaced that with joy. I began to laugh and cry at the same time. “It is over Lord,” I said. The tears came to a halt. It was gone. The battle was finished and God was the victor.
. . . Most of the time it just doesn’t make sense to me. I am still learning. I accepted the task the moment God called me. I lay on the floor and no matter how painful or scary I felt it could become, I trusted that God would intervene. I think the hardest part for me is the intensity of the prayers as well as the need to know more of what is going on. Even though I asked, God did not reveal any more to me than what I needed to know. I think there were several reasons why: I do not think I could have stood the emotion of it. The prayer is so intense that it sometimes really feels as if I am going to die. When I am shown the dark side it literally makes me physically sick. God reveals to us what we need to know. I had a glimpse of a picture that day. Who knows what country this was really happening in?
Follow Up:
Afterwards I spoke to a friend of mine who called because she had been praying as well. She reminded me of what was happening in India. I was curious so I got on line and looked up India. The very first story I came to was an article written about a husband who felt that his wife did not love him. After many beatings and trying everything else, he decided to go see a witch doctor or “tantric” as he was called. The tantric advised the man that his four year old son was not his own and that he should kill him if he ever wanted his wife to love him . So in the back yard, the man strangled his own four year old son and threw him down a well. He later confessed and ended up in jail, but the true murderer was the “tantric.”
I continued reading that the police were having a difficult time in India due to witch doctors sacrificing small children. It was an epidemic that had broken out and they were trying desperately to save these children.
Now I have no idea that this story is what I was praying about. I was suspicious that it did have something to do with it.
I also drew a picture of the mask and looked on line to see if I could identify the dark evil looking mask. I looked through hundreds of masks and thought I would never find it . . . but I did. I saw it. It was exactly the same mask that I saw in the vision. I read that it was a mask used hundreds of years ago. It was used by witch doctors during sacrificial ceremonies. I was speechless.
Thank you Lord, that you use even the weakest to intervene on Your behalf.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Satanic Curse
April 3rd 2005I actually stepped out of bed feeling much better today. My aches were better. The first service in church went well – although everyone appeared sleepy – due to the time change –
During the later service, I started feeling sick again. My body began to ache – and my right arm felt extremely tight. I pressed on. I noticed a troubled teen had come that day - someone we have not seen in a long while. He looked angry as if he did not want to be there.
After church, I made a quick lunch and told my husband that I felt sick. He said, “I could tell that you were feeling sick during the service.”
After a nap, I decided to go downstairs and finish recovering an ottoman I had been working on. I started feeling sicker. My right leg hurt with pain. I slid my hand across the back of the knee and felt the large swollen knot that appeared a few days before. My whole leg felt weak as I walked to gather my things.
While concentrating on the project, suddenly I began to feel even sicker. A sickness came upon me causing my whole body to feel strange. I felt sick to my stomach and my arms and limbs began to hurt even more. I immediately called for my husband, “I have to stop, I feel sick.” I could hardly move. I walked up stairs to lie down as my whole body began to shake. I felt like crying, I knew what that meant. I felt almost too weak to fall on the floor and pray, but God was calling.
I walked back downstairs to get the box of tissues. “I feel sick!” I said trying to get down the stairs.
My husband met me at the stairs and said, “Okay show me what’s wrong.”
“I can’t talk right now,” I said through my tears. “I need to go and pray.”
The minute I walked through the door I fell on my face praying before I ever hit the floor in a language I do not understand.
I immediately began to see a vision:
I saw fire burning tall and a dark figure popped into the vision right in the midst of the fire. I had no idea what I was praying about at this point. As I continued, I felt that I was praying against a Spiritual warfare of some kind. My lips began to swell. I felt so strange. I prayed faster and with more intensity.
I then began to see a young man from our church. He was sitting with other teens his age, but I could not see their faces - I only saw his. They were out in a thick wooded area sitting on a large tree limb. Night had taken over but the fire gave off light – almost like a camp fire. Behind this scene a large fire blazed in the distance. Evil eyes pierced through at different times of the scene. The teen from our church had a thin stick in his hand. I watched as he took the stick and drew a large circle in the dirt. He then drew something inside of the circle, but I could not see what it was, I only felt it was satanic. God began to speak to my heart as I continued to pray and at that moment I felt as if God were telling me that the young teen was putting a curse on me and my family. I felt shocked and hurt. It saddened me. I had no idea how to pray against it – I cried out for help. I cried out for the Holy Spirit to come in and pray for me.
My heart ached again as my body shook and for a moment I saw flashes of fire as the dark figure appeared again off in the distance. My lips hurt from the swelling and I felt as if I were going to vomit. I heaved as if to throw up. I prayed with all my heart for God to send deliverance and help. The intensity of it all overwhelmed me. I couldn’t stand it but couldn’t stop it either. I was too deep in the prayer.
I called out for God to end this and bring deliverance. I cried out for victory and that whatever was happening God would stop the enemy from his plans and that He would get the victory. I did not see warriors or angels. I saw the young teen sitting at his place on the log with the stick in his hand when a great wind began to form. It looked like a funnel cloud that had touched down on the ground. It stirred and roared just like a tornado. I watched and prayed as it began to make its way around toward the teen and behind him. Everything began to stir and blow after the touch down. The tornado continued to move behind him making its way to the other side of him. Suddenly as it made its way in front of him, the wind took hold of the stick that was in the teen’s hand and carried it up toward the heavens - just like a tornado would do to something that it picked up. The dust blew just like a tornado and surrounding the circle drawn in the sand - erasing it from existence. It stirred the dirt as if to erase it and then it rose up into the sky and disappeared. I saw the teen jump up in anger thrusting his fist into the air as if to hit someone. There behind him blazed the fire and I saw the eyes of two individuals or demons and I felt they were glaring at me in anger.
I could feel their anger as my whole body shook. “Lord, help me,” I said.
I called out the teen’s name and said, “L – belongs to God!” “L – belongs to God!” “He was created with a purpose!” “He was created by God and for God!” “You have no authority over him. In the name of Jesus I pray that he be released from your hand.”
As if God had snapped His fingers the fire suddenly disappeared. I inhaled a deep breath and a peace came over me. I fell to the ground – limp and exhausted. It truly felt as if I were in a raging storm and the cloud had just lifted. I then felt joy. I even laughed for I knew at that very moment that the enemy fled. The enemy was gone. God won the battle.
I sat in the presence of the Holy Spirit for a while and allowed God to pour His love upon me and comfort me as if a small child. He did.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
A Moment of Fear and Healing
My fear of sharing this with you is that you will think I have completely lost my mind. If I had had someone who could have helped me understand this while going through it then it would have made all the difference in the world for me. I was not prepared. I didn't feel I could do any praying for God. I even cried out to God more than once with, "I can't do this Lord!" But somehow He helped me through it.
“You know when you leave, I have to finish praying.” I said to him. He tried to encourage me and remind me that the enemy has no control over our lives and that somehow I needed to get control over this. It is a difficult thing to explain. I was new with this and still trying to understand everything that has been happening to me. Sometimes it feels as if the Holy Spirit takes control and I have none. I am learning to yield to the Holy Spirit and allow God to use me as a vessel. I am only the vessel.
After I calmed down and my husband left for work. I again, felt the calling so strong to fall upon my face. I went into my office and fell upon my face, tears streamed before I could reach the floor. I began to pray in my language again. Still not understanding what I am saying.
I want to help and I feel the need to share. If you are going through any of this perhaps my experiences will let you know that you are not alone and you are not absolutely out of your mind.
Diary - March 29, 2005
I was awakened at 5:30am. That is very unusual for me to rise so very early. I could not sleep. I got up after my husband got into the shower and poured myself a cup of coffee. I took it back to my bed and pulled out some books to read. I had been having trouble with a growth or swollen lymph node on the right side of my body under my arm. The swelling has increased. Although last week I had an MRI, I did not fear. The swelling caused me pain this morning.
The moment I settled into bed, an emotion came over me as it often does. I am learning that this is God calling me to pray. I recognize that the emotions that I experience during these times are very different from when I am sad or grieving about other things in life. While still in bed, I began to cry. I began to speak in a language that I do not understand. I am still in awe about that. I feel that it may be Latin for I sometimes hear myself saying the words, “Christu” – “Spiritu”
Soon the Holy Spirit took over and I fell to my knees beside my bed. Tears flowed with such agony that I cannot contain myself. I asked God to clear my thoughts and my mind and reveal to me what was going on. I then began to take my own hand and touch the area of my body that is sore and sick. I understand that possibly the Holy Spirit was praying through me over that. I had a strange feeling that the Holy Spirit was interceding for me. Faces began to appear and flash before me. I saw a friend. She is a Nurse Practitioner. I do not understand what I am praying about yet. I just feel the emotion of it all.
When I am submerged in prayer the world disappears and I am some other place. Time passes and what so often seems to be but a minute becomes an hour - An hour becomes two and before I know it - three have passed.
Suddenly, in the deep midst of my prayer, a tormenting sound pierced my right ear. I felt a brush of hot air brush against my face and I am fearfully startled. A terror came over me as I have never known before. I am so taken back by it that I immediately began to scream. I felt a fear that I cannot explain. I will never ever forget the deep rustling voice growling in my ear as if to stop my praying. The crazy thing is – I seemed to understand what it was. I recognized that it was the enemy; a demon that has come forth to torment. I screamed with such force and terror. My whole body began to shake. I know that I should have no fear. I know that I have nothing to fear, but I was so caught off guard.
My husband who was downstairs at the time, came running up to me. He grabbed me to calm me down. “Shhhhhhh - Sarah, it’s okay.” My body shook as I cowered against the wall. I stood up, still sobbing with such depth that my body hurt. I could not speak at first, but found the words to shout, “Get away from me!” I was extremely frightened and shaken.
My pour husband said, “Okay, okay – he then began to step back away. “I grabbed him and said, “NO! There’s a demon in here!” “It screamed in my ear.” “I felt it’s breath upon my face.”
He tried hard to calm me. I stood against the wall holding on to him as hard as I could and said, “Get me out of here!” My body shook and tears streamed down my face as he escorted me out into the hallway.
He escorted me down stairs and I knew that he thought I was losing my mind. I felt it too. “What just happened to me?” I thought trying to regain some kind of control. But I knew. I really knew what it was.
We spoke about what had happened and he comforted me the best way he knew how. At some point I settled and the tears slowed to where I could actually speak with normalcy. He needed to get to work.
The moment I settled into bed, an emotion came over me as it often does. I am learning that this is God calling me to pray. I recognize that the emotions that I experience during these times are very different from when I am sad or grieving about other things in life. While still in bed, I began to cry. I began to speak in a language that I do not understand. I am still in awe about that. I feel that it may be Latin for I sometimes hear myself saying the words, “Christu” – “Spiritu”
Soon the Holy Spirit took over and I fell to my knees beside my bed. Tears flowed with such agony that I cannot contain myself. I asked God to clear my thoughts and my mind and reveal to me what was going on. I then began to take my own hand and touch the area of my body that is sore and sick. I understand that possibly the Holy Spirit was praying through me over that. I had a strange feeling that the Holy Spirit was interceding for me. Faces began to appear and flash before me. I saw a friend. She is a Nurse Practitioner. I do not understand what I am praying about yet. I just feel the emotion of it all.
When I am submerged in prayer the world disappears and I am some other place. Time passes and what so often seems to be but a minute becomes an hour - An hour becomes two and before I know it - three have passed.
Suddenly, in the deep midst of my prayer, a tormenting sound pierced my right ear. I felt a brush of hot air brush against my face and I am fearfully startled. A terror came over me as I have never known before. I am so taken back by it that I immediately began to scream. I felt a fear that I cannot explain. I will never ever forget the deep rustling voice growling in my ear as if to stop my praying. The crazy thing is – I seemed to understand what it was. I recognized that it was the enemy; a demon that has come forth to torment. I screamed with such force and terror. My whole body began to shake. I know that I should have no fear. I know that I have nothing to fear, but I was so caught off guard.
My husband who was downstairs at the time, came running up to me. He grabbed me to calm me down. “Shhhhhhh - Sarah, it’s okay.” My body shook as I cowered against the wall. I stood up, still sobbing with such depth that my body hurt. I could not speak at first, but found the words to shout, “Get away from me!” I was extremely frightened and shaken.
My pour husband said, “Okay, okay – he then began to step back away. “I grabbed him and said, “NO! There’s a demon in here!” “It screamed in my ear.” “I felt it’s breath upon my face.”
He tried hard to calm me. I stood against the wall holding on to him as hard as I could and said, “Get me out of here!” My body shook and tears streamed down my face as he escorted me out into the hallway.
He escorted me down stairs and I knew that he thought I was losing my mind. I felt it too. “What just happened to me?” I thought trying to regain some kind of control. But I knew. I really knew what it was.
We spoke about what had happened and he comforted me the best way he knew how. At some point I settled and the tears slowed to where I could actually speak with normalcy. He needed to get to work.
“You know when you leave, I have to finish praying.” I said to him. He tried to encourage me and remind me that the enemy has no control over our lives and that somehow I needed to get control over this. It is a difficult thing to explain. I was new with this and still trying to understand everything that has been happening to me. Sometimes it feels as if the Holy Spirit takes control and I have none. I am learning to yield to the Holy Spirit and allow God to use me as a vessel. I am only the vessel.
After I calmed down and my husband left for work. I again, felt the calling so strong to fall upon my face. I went into my office and fell upon my face, tears streamed before I could reach the floor. I began to pray in my language again. Still not understanding what I am saying.
Suddenly - a vision:
I saw before my eyes a flock of demons flying in the sky. They were circling like a flock of buzzards over my head. I prayed and spoke out loud, asking God to send his mightiest warriors to come and help me. At that moment, a light from the sky fell full force into the midst of the flock and then another and another. The lights turned into white clouds as the buzzard like flock turned into black clouds. The white clouds moved swiftly like lightning. The dark clouds immediately broke away, shooting out into the sky in different directions. The white clouds followed after. It was over, the sky was clear.
I continued to pray as my vision began to become clearer. I saw my friend once again. She was holding her right arm out and coming towards me, as if to lay her hands upon me and heal me. I remember saying in my thoughts, “But God, Lindsey cannot heal me, you can.” I just felt that she was praying for me.
I stood in a dim place as if I were in space. There were no other markings around me. Lindsey continued to come towards me with her hand stretched out towards me. When she finally reached me, she took my right arm, the one that is ill, and raised it up above my head. With her other arm she took her hand and opened up the area of the swollen lymph node. There was no bleeding or pain. I continued to pray and at that moment my heart hurt deeply and my tears intensified.
All of the sudden as if a vacuum were held in the skies above, I felt a strong pull from my arm. I saw a string of black, almost like a cloud, being pulled from my arm as Lindsey continued to hold it up. I felt as if God were sucking all the sickness out of me. The Holy Spirit continued to pray through me – I actually felt as if God Himself were praying over me. The black looking soot continued to be pulled from my body up towards the heavens like a vacuum. It seemed to go on forever as I prayed, but soon it came to a stop. When it was all over, I saw Lindsey take her hand and stitch the open area up. I began to cry tears of joy and happiness and praise God for what He was revealing to me. I thanked Him with all of my heart. I wept tears of thanksgiving and joy for His glorious work and love.
I can remember being so scared afterwards. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before that moment. I remember calling the only person I knew who had personal knowledge of these kinds of things happening as well as being a pastor who counseled people with this gift. He was well known, well traveled, and has many books out about this thing.
I continued to pray as my vision began to become clearer. I saw my friend once again. She was holding her right arm out and coming towards me, as if to lay her hands upon me and heal me. I remember saying in my thoughts, “But God, Lindsey cannot heal me, you can.” I just felt that she was praying for me.
I stood in a dim place as if I were in space. There were no other markings around me. Lindsey continued to come towards me with her hand stretched out towards me. When she finally reached me, she took my right arm, the one that is ill, and raised it up above my head. With her other arm she took her hand and opened up the area of the swollen lymph node. There was no bleeding or pain. I continued to pray and at that moment my heart hurt deeply and my tears intensified.
All of the sudden as if a vacuum were held in the skies above, I felt a strong pull from my arm. I saw a string of black, almost like a cloud, being pulled from my arm as Lindsey continued to hold it up. I felt as if God were sucking all the sickness out of me. The Holy Spirit continued to pray through me – I actually felt as if God Himself were praying over me. The black looking soot continued to be pulled from my body up towards the heavens like a vacuum. It seemed to go on forever as I prayed, but soon it came to a stop. When it was all over, I saw Lindsey take her hand and stitch the open area up. I began to cry tears of joy and happiness and praise God for what He was revealing to me. I thanked Him with all of my heart. I wept tears of thanksgiving and joy for His glorious work and love.
I can remember being so scared afterwards. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before that moment. I remember calling the only person I knew who had personal knowledge of these kinds of things happening as well as being a pastor who counseled people with this gift. He was well known, well traveled, and has many books out about this thing.
I needed to speak with him on the phone about it. I desperately needed a mentor. I needed someone who could teach me and share with me their experiences. I needed someone who could help me understand and who knew first hand about how I should respond and what I should do.
I felt reassured when I heard the man tell me on the phone that I was not losing my mind. He told me to consider myself lucky because not many people get a visit from a demon like that but it does happen and he has known it to happen. He also said that the next it happens I’ll be ready and say, “Give it your best shot!”
After that vision, I never had another problem with any swollen lymph nodes or any other sickness related to that area. Praise God!
I felt reassured when I heard the man tell me on the phone that I was not losing my mind. He told me to consider myself lucky because not many people get a visit from a demon like that but it does happen and he has known it to happen. He also said that the next it happens I’ll be ready and say, “Give it your best shot!”
After that vision, I never had another problem with any swollen lymph nodes or any other sickness related to that area. Praise God!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
The White Knight
March 23rd 2005One Wednesday evening, after my whole family left to go to an event, I felt a strong sensation to fall upon my knees and pray. I am beginning to recognize that my tears often mean that God is calling me into prayer. I fell upon my face in my room and sobbed. My heart hurt as usual. “God please reveal to me what I am praying about,” I cried out.
The Holy Spirit began to flow through me as I cried and prayed in a language unknown to me. It is as if my lips move by themselves. I know that seems strange. My body shivers as well as if I am in the cold.
God then began to reveal to me what I was praying about:
Vision:
I saw a woman leaning against the wall in her bedroom. I assumed it was her bedroom although I have never seen it. The room was dark. The shades were drawn. The bed was at the head against the west wall . There was a chest of drawers against the East wall – I could only see the corner of it. The woman stood on the right of the bed next to the small window. She kept looking at the chest of drawers - almost longing for something. I sensed the Lord telling me that she longed for something. I then saw what sat on the edge of the dresser - a bottle of pills. I could sense in my vision that she longed for the bottle of pills, but was trying to stay away from them.
Suddenly I saw an armored warrior riding on a white horse. The horse was traveling at a high speed. The knight traveled fast and I knew in the vision that he was coming to help this woman. The next scene took me to the woman walking over to the dresser to take the bottle. At the time she was about to grab hold of the bottle the white knight rushed through the door, grabbed hold of the bottle, and then drew his sword. It all happened so fast. He then quickly turned, raising his sword high in the air and came down hard casting a blow on the black knight standing before him. They fought diligently and with great intensity.
My heart pounded even more. While I am seeing this I am still praying. It felt as if I were right in the middle of the battle. I could feel the intensity. It is so difficult to explain. My emotions were a mess! My feet began to move up and down because of the intensity of it. My lips moved more rapidly as the battle became more intense. My words flowed more quickly. The two warriors fought with such strength and force. The battle seemed to of gone on for a while. Both of them moved quickly – one after another pushed each other away with their blows and the strikes of their swords. I could hear the clanging.
Suddenly I saw an armored warrior riding on a white horse. The horse was traveling at a high speed. The knight traveled fast and I knew in the vision that he was coming to help this woman. The next scene took me to the woman walking over to the dresser to take the bottle. At the time she was about to grab hold of the bottle the white knight rushed through the door, grabbed hold of the bottle, and then drew his sword. It all happened so fast. He then quickly turned, raising his sword high in the air and came down hard casting a blow on the black knight standing before him. They fought diligently and with great intensity.
My heart pounded even more. While I am seeing this I am still praying. It felt as if I were right in the middle of the battle. I could feel the intensity. It is so difficult to explain. My emotions were a mess! My feet began to move up and down because of the intensity of it. My lips moved more rapidly as the battle became more intense. My words flowed more quickly. The two warriors fought with such strength and force. The battle seemed to of gone on for a while. Both of them moved quickly – one after another pushed each other away with their blows and the strikes of their swords. I could hear the clanging.
As the fight increased, I saw two beautiful angelic young women come down from heaven and take the woman - one on each arm. Together they carried her up towards the heavens as if to move her out of harms way. Neither one of them had wings. The battle continued as I prayed. Soon the white knight fought the dark knight out of the door. The dark knight was not killed - only defeated. It was a tough battle.
I then saw the angels bring the woman back down from the sky and place her on her bed. She lay down and slept peacefully. One of the young angels ascended back up to heaven while the other sat over the woman - stroking her hair. Suddenly I took in a deep breath and knew that it was over.
I then saw the angels bring the woman back down from the sky and place her on her bed. She lay down and slept peacefully. One of the young angels ascended back up to heaven while the other sat over the woman - stroking her hair. Suddenly I took in a deep breath and knew that it was over.
As I shared earlier, I am still learning about intercessory prayer. I could have left it at that, but I knew this woman and wanted to make sure everything was okay. I couldn’t stand it any longer - I called her. I knew that I was taking a chance of her thinking I had totally lost my mind, but I didn’t care. Something was wrong.
I took in a deep breath and shared with her what had just happened. A long pause on the other end of the line and then she spoke –
The first thing she said was that she couldn't believe that I had described her bedroom perfectly and as exactly as it was. She then opened up and shared that before she came to know Christ, she struggled with an addiction to alcohol and pain pills. Thank you Lord that her struggle with that had been over for quite some time. However, she recently had major surgery and was going through a long period of physical therapy. That night she shared that because of the physical therapy and surgery, it required that she take pain medication. She did not want to fall into the trap of years past and because she had a history of this addiction, she understood how dangerous it was for her to take any medication like that. She started noticing that she was taking the pain pills on a regular basis whether she needed them or not. She wasn't getting a high from the pills - she just noticed that she was taking them more than she needed. When God brought that to her attention, she decided not to take them anymore. That particular day she had physical therapy and was in a great deal of pain. She really needed something for her pain. Although she had taken Tylenol, there was a part of her that was longing for those pain pills that would help ease her suffering. She shared how she laid down on the couch longing and yearning for that medication – so much that she came really close to calling her doctor for the prescription. Then after a while the desire for it eased.
I took in a deep breath and shared with her what had just happened. A long pause on the other end of the line and then she spoke –
The first thing she said was that she couldn't believe that I had described her bedroom perfectly and as exactly as it was. She then opened up and shared that before she came to know Christ, she struggled with an addiction to alcohol and pain pills. Thank you Lord that her struggle with that had been over for quite some time. However, she recently had major surgery and was going through a long period of physical therapy. That night she shared that because of the physical therapy and surgery, it required that she take pain medication. She did not want to fall into the trap of years past and because she had a history of this addiction, she understood how dangerous it was for her to take any medication like that. She started noticing that she was taking the pain pills on a regular basis whether she needed them or not. She wasn't getting a high from the pills - she just noticed that she was taking them more than she needed. When God brought that to her attention, she decided not to take them anymore. That particular day she had physical therapy and was in a great deal of pain. She really needed something for her pain. Although she had taken Tylenol, there was a part of her that was longing for those pain pills that would help ease her suffering. She shared how she laid down on the couch longing and yearning for that medication – so much that she came really close to calling her doctor for the prescription. Then after a while the desire for it eased.
Thank you Lord for fighting our battles! Use us Lord - use us for Your glory!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Battle for Kacy
I answered the phone to hear Kacy on the other end -frantic and broken."I can't do this anymore!" "I need help."
" You can't do what anymore Kacy?" "What's going on?"
"CUT! I feel like cutting again but I don't want to!"
"I'll be right there!"
I rushed to sixteen year old Kacy to find her in the house with her younger brother. Kacy had been cutting for quite some time - no one knew and at this moment she decided to reach out.
Her parents were out of town on an event and would not be arriving home until late. I quickly made arrangements for her younger brother to stay with someone in our church. We grabbed some of Kacy's things - left a message for her parents - and then made our way to my house.
I spent that evening and late into the night crying with Kacy - holding her hand - hugging her - praying - and reading the Bible - but mostly listening to her story. She had a rough life and had fallen into cutting at an early age. She held a razor blade in one hand and the phone in another hand when she called for me. My heart ached. I had absolutely no idea how to minster to someone who had been cutting.
"Help me Lord, " I pleaded. "I really need to know what to do."
Just talking about it helped Kacy so much as well as give her a sense of freedom because it was now in the open and no longer a secret. At the closing of our day I sat in the extra bedroom along side Kacy and said goodnight. It must have been 1:00am. After leaving her I went to my room and settled in - still burdened. The only thing separating me and Kacy was the wall between us.
After lying there for a few minutes a strong urge to pray came over me. I raised up in bed trying not to wake my husband. I stretched my hand towards the wall that separated the two of us. My body began to shiver as if I were cold. The Holy Spirit came over me and I began to pray. I prayed in a way that I didn't usually pray - with authority. In the midst of the prayer the Lord opened my eyes to see what was happening. My body continued to shake and tears flowed -
Vision:
I saw the room just as it was. I saw Kacy sitting on the side of the bed just as I had left her - reading the Bible. Suddenly and quickly a bright light came from the heavens like a bolt of lightening and swept through the room at high speed. It looked almost like a flash of light. I then saw a dark cloud - almost like a dark dust ball. It bounced within the room from wall to wall - ricocheting here and there like a tiny ball that had gotten loose from a child. The bright light continued to chase the dark cloud as I continued to pray victory over Kacy's life. I prayed against the enemy - the hold - the affliction - I prayed and at times had no idea what I was saying because I was focused on the vision. Then the dark cloud shot out through the roof of the house and the chase was over. My tears and prayer immediately stopped at that moment but the vision continued. I saw Kacy still sitting on the side of the bed but she had an angel sitting beside her stroking her hair. Behind Kacy stood a massive large warrior angel with a sword in his hand. He stood as if he were guarding Kacy. He was strong and showed no emotion - just strength.
I must say that I am not an artist nor have I ever taken any art classes. I would like to and need to. Please do not judge my art work. Several years ago I started trying to sketch what I see during my prayer times. I only wish I could sketch what it truly looks like. It is amazing and I can't seem to bring it to life. I have decided to go ahead and share the art anyway. In this particular sketch I did not pay attention to what the sword looked like - I had to guess.
The next morning, after Kacy woke up, she entered the kitchen looking completely different. There was a glow around her - her burden had been lifted. It is almost too difficult to describe. Her over all appearance was somehow different. She was different. . . she was truly different.
Later that day I took Kacy home. She shared everything with her parents and they moved forward in finding her a counselor and a place of healing. As far as I know Kacy is doing very well today.
Thank You Lord!
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