Escaping The Forest Fire

THANK YOU VERY MUCH TO THOSE WHO PRAYED FOR US!!! I could feel those prayers comforting me, as we waited for news concerning our home. And yes, the waiting really is the hardest part. Even those we have spoken to, who have lost everything, say that not knowing if they had a home to return to or not, was the most difficult thing they ever had to go through. Once they knew, they could begin making plans. But until then, they felt stuck.

First off, some of my kids and I, had been getting odd dizzy spells every now and then, several weeks before the fire. They felt very similar to what we had experienced leading up to 9-11. We knew then that there was something building, something happening that was not good. But we had no idea what it would be, or where it would hit.

Four weeks ago, one of my kids, (the one who can see so easily into the unseen world,) had several days of bad dreams. Every night he would dream of a great fire that overtook the land. These dreams so upset him, that he refused to share them with anyone. He just kept hoping that nothing would ever come of them. I have had to deal with resentment and disappointment (yes, both are demons,) towards this boy of mine, because he had withheld these dreams from us. Had I known before hand of his dreams, I would have responded much differently to the call of alarm.

On that fateful day, I was out taking care of some business, when one of my boys called me. “Mom,” he said, “there’s a fire near by; please come home!”

The clerk at the store where I had just arrived, overheard my son’s impassioned plea. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that!” she exclaimed. “That’s way too far away from you guys to affect you!”

But I told my son right in front of her so she could hear, “start saying psalm 91 out loud. Claim that the wind would change direction and that it would pull the fire away from us. I’m on my way.”

I didn’t think at the time, that the fire was a big deal; many times before the firemen would go and put out the fire and nothing would ever really come of it. But just in case, I had him start claiming. I also sensed that it was good for me to be home, even if it was just to give emotional support to my boys.

So despite the scoffing of the clerk, (who thought I was totally over-reacting,) I left the place without concluding my business, and drove back home.

When I got there, my kids pulled me out onto the deck to see the fire. It was over a hundred degrees outside, and I was still hot from my travel. I looked at the fire, and was unimpressed. It looked quite small from where I was standing. It reminded me of someone’s campfire that had just gotten a bit out of control. I figured the firemen would put it out soon. Little did I know, that our view was blocked by many trees and buildings. It was way bigger than what I had thought, and it was coming straight at us.

Another one of my boys seemed to grasp the severity of the situation. He stood out there in that sweltering heat, praying and rebuking the fire. The wind was blowing in his face from the direction that it usually does this time of year. It was the same direction that the fire was going. He held out his hand like a stop signal, and began to claim in the name of Jesus (using John 15:7-8, and John 16:23-24,) that the wind would shift and move the fire away from our home.

Suddenly the ground shook as from a mighty explosion, (I think the fire had hit a bunch of propane tanks not too far from us,) one of my kids yelled out from the shock of it, and then the fire roared to life, and raced upwards and forward towards us.

Then the electricity line went and we lost power.

Now we could see more of the fire, and we could feel the intense heat radiating from it. The sound of the fire roaring is one I will not soon forget. It rose like a fiend, all orange flames licking upwards, several stories high, curling and disappearing into high black waves of smoke.

One of my older boys took off in one of the cars, to see if the firemen needed any help in fighting the fire.

I went and got changed into something cooler, for I knew it would be a while before the power came back on.

My kids said they could hear voices up the road. One of my kids felt from the Lord Jesus to go investigate. He found a group of people up at the far corner of our property, discussing the fire. A fireman ran up to the group just then, and told them that it was time for everyone to evacuate.

My son ran back home and came and told me. I ran downstairs where my husband was having his on-line meeting, and tried to get his attention. I could tell he was really mad at me for interrupting him, (I do not know why; none of us had ever interrupted him before. Hind sight tells me it must have been a demonic attack,) but I waited (wasting precious moments,) till he turned to me. I said with one breath “THE FIRE HAS INCREASED WERE EVACUATING.”

I didn’t wait for his response, but turned to run back upstairs. The boy who had given me the warning, yelled at me as I was running. “What do we do?” he wailed. His voice was filled with panic.

My heart gave a big hard thump in its chest. “Pack!”

“Noooo!” he cried, and began to hit panic big time. He could not think; all he did was stand there and scream.

I thought it was odd that this child should react in such a way, and it was making any form of thinking for me impossible. As a mamma, you simply can’t think clearly with your child screaming as if a body part was being torn off of them. Little did I know at the time, that this was the child who had all the nightmares of the fire just weeks before, so for him, he was watching his nightmares come true.

I stopped my packing, got the blessing oil, blessed him and cast the demon of panic out. He then stopped yelling and was able to go pack.

I grabbed my overnight bag, (the luggage was up in the attic,) and grabbed a fist full of underwear, some tops and some bottoms, shoved them into the bag, and then paused.

I looked around the room in bewilderment, my feet glued to the floor. What do you take, when given only a few moments to pack? Your mind simply blanks. I stood there, frozen. There was so much stuff that I was looking at, that I suddenly realized simply did not matter. How was I supposed to sort through all the things to find the stuff that did?

Into this confusion came the Lord’s voice. “Camping,” He said.

So just as if I was getting ready to go camping, I started gathering up more stuff. I ran into the bathroom to gather up some vitamins, and I felt the Lord ask me, “Do you really believe in Me, that I will save your house?”

I knew what He was asking. He wanted to know if I really believed that He would grant me my request that I had claimed, according to the scriptures, or if I was just mouthing the words. I thought about it for a moment, and realized that I did believe. “Yes,” I replied firmly. “I do.”

“Thus others homes are saved also.”

I didn’t give what He said just then much thought, I was trying to gather as much stuff into the little overnight bag that I could. The computer and its power cord, crackers to eat, a bible, shoes, my children’s text books-

And then came the cry from my husband. “Come on! Stop packing; we have to go now!” He loaded up my stuff into the car along with his, and some bags from the kids, and then told me to take the car and leave, and meet him at a parking lot a good distance away.

On my way out, I unlocked the chicken coops, figuring this way they had more of a chance to  escape the fire if need be, and then ran to the car. I started to drive off, and found that my oldest (the one who had gone to see if the firemen needed his help but was told no,) was already in the car in front of me. But we were stopped at the edge of our drive way. Cars weren’t moving. Those in the cars ahead of us, had stopped to talk to someone else, causing everyone else to get backed up. We sat there, with the fire raging up behind us, and satan tried to get me to panic, but I shook it away. “The Lord is with us,” I said out loud to him with scorn, “we will not be touched!”

Finally, after what felt like forever, the cars began to move. We finally met up with everyone else. I knew I had the most important things now with me; all of my family had escaped. We had all the animals except the chickens. (I have way too many chickens to just quickly load up in a car.)

Others from our subdivision were also there. There were firefighters that went from person to person, asking them where their house was, and then declaring whether or not their house was standing. One of them seen us, and said “Oh! You live on THAT street! Your house is toast, man.”

My kids walked away from them, and claimed under their breath, that our house WILL be saved, for we were claiming it in the name of Jesus. One of my boys came and told me, that he had just heard from Jesus, and Jesus had told him that our house will be safe. This son told me, that no matter what, WE MUST NOT DOUBT.

Everyone watched as the fire grew larger and closer. At this point, it was incredibly huge, enveloping many, many blocks, and the sky was just glowing and pulsating with orange and black heat. One of my boys couldn’t take it any more, and asked to go to his friend’s house. They were offering shelter for us there. My husband told me to go with them. I told him no, and that I would not leave him. (The last thing I wanted to happen in this mess, is to get separated from him!) But he told me he wanted to stay to see what was happening, and that he would follow me later, so I went.

As I followed my son and his friend in my car, I found that my legs and arms began to shake, and my stomach felt like it was about to toss all its cookies out the window. So I started claiming in the name of Jesus that I could still drive and that I would not throw up.

I then wondered if we should try to find a hotel to stay in, instead of staying at my son’s friend’s house, but I sensed it was too late, for we were already on our way.

The shock of it all was still hitting me, so I started claiming again, and quoting the scriptures that say:

If you live in Me

And My Words live in you,

You may ask Me for anything in My name,

AND YOU WILL RECEIVE IT

In order to give glory to the Father,

And in order that your joy would be full!

(John 15:7-8 and John 16:23-24)

I then praised the Lord, and told him how great He is; that nothing can compare to His glory. I thanked Him for saving us.

Then I spoke in tongues, not knowing what else to say, and wishing that there was some way that I could praise him better. (Remembering scripture at this point, was difficult.)

It was then that the Lord told me to put the radio on.

I thought this odd, for I wasn’t in the mood to sort through or listen to any music. But I obeyed, and found that somehow, the radio was tuned into some kind of bible hour program that I had never heard of before. (For that matter, I had never heard of the station before either.) They were working through the psalms. The voice read the Word of God over the radio, and then I repeated it out loud.

Some of them I shouted out loud, and raised my hand in claiming, others I simply said “Amen!”. For it was coming so fast at me, that I could not repeat it quickly enough, before they would speak the next one. I cried with joy, at the precious Words that I was fed.

When the bible hour was over, I turned off the radio, and began to speak in tongues. I simply didn’t know what to pray for; I was still in shock.

When we finally got there, I had to be helped in; my legs were threatening to give out beneath me. I thanked those we were staying with, for their generosity in letting us stay. My son’s friend said that he had some other friends that also wanted to help us out, and that the rest of us could be divvied up between them. (Our family is too big to simply stay at one place.) So our family separated up, and went to go stay with the others.

When my husband returned, he was not able to give us any news; the firemen were still there fighting the fire, and the road was now blocked off, so he was unable to get back home to see if our house still stood.

He got a call from one of his friends, offering to put us up for the duration of our need. We talked about it, but I heard the Lord Jesus quite clearly say to me, “Do not go from house to house!”, so we stayed where we were.

 

TO BE CONTINUED…

A Demon of Spiritual Death

I had hoped that my next post would be on spiritually cleaning one’s house, (as a few people have requested this,) but I am finding that it is taking more time than I had thought, to research it all. I don’t want to post it, until I am assured of its truth and am able to stand behind its contents. So please say a quick prayer for me, that I will soon get it done and posted. Until then, I share this testimony  on answered prayers concerning a demon of spiritual death…

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The evening before college classes started, one of my kids came to me and said that Jesus wanted me to pray for him and his brother for tomorrow.

“Pray…for what?”, I asked him.

My son thought for a moment and then shrugged and said “our safety?”

So of course my mind began to race. Was it a probable car accident? Was it the thick smoke from the Rim Fire? What exactly was the danger?

I promptly went and asked my husband to also pray for them, as I sensed his prayers were also needed. As I prayed for them, I began to wonder again just what the danger was. Satan then tried to attack me with all sorts of doubts to their safety. But I kept claiming that the kids would be surrounded with God’s angels, that the Lord would make their path straight and safe, and that these prayers would indeed be answered!

Well, the next day, at around three in the afternoon, I felt the Lord tell me to stop what I was doing and to pray for the kids. So I did. I asked the Lord what He wanted me to pray for, and He told me to ask for His angels to surround them and protect them where ever they were, and that the angels would lead them to a safe place. (Again I was picturing smoke from the fire affecting their breathing, but this was not the problem.) I also sensed to ask that they would not become dizzy or ill.

When the kids got home safely, they told me that it was their college class entitled “Political Science”, that had caused the danger that called for such special preemptive prayer. The class started around three pm.

Turns out that this teacher (unknown to them before hand,) was openly and proudly a Muslim. He lectured on the Middle East problems, and every time he said the name ‘Mohammad’, (which was quite often,) he would always add on ‘may he rest in peace’. The teacher claimed that everyone must always say this if they ever said Mohammad’s name, especially in or for his class, in order to ‘show respect for the culture’.

The teacher spoke very fast in his thick foreign accent, which made it quite stressful just trying to keep up with understanding what all he was saying.

One of my boys, said the whole room was extremely oppressive, heavy, and unsettling. But this child neither heard nor seen any angels or demons. (When this kid gets stressed, he tends to block such visions from himself as a form of protection. So this did not surprise me too much.)

But my other kid could see and hear both the angels and the demons in the room. My kids were surrounded by God’s angels, and they were repeatedly saying quite firmly to them, (almost shouting,) “GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!” They kept saying this to them for as long as the class lasted, which was about an hour and a half.

Another demon was trying to whisper into my kids mind, saying “It’s o.k., you can do it! It won’t be too hard. It’s just this one class where he mentions Mohammad. He won’t keep saying it in the future. You can handle this. This isn’t too much for you. You’ll see.” And the demon kept pointing out that “they had to take the class anyways, so might as well just take it and get it over with.”

But by far the worst demon in the room, was the enormous one that sat in the corner of the room staring at them. This demon, my child recalled, was one of the worst demons he had ever seen or encountered. It was hideous to look upon, and it smelled strongly of death. Not that this kid knew what death smelled like, he said he just ‘knew somehow’ that this is what death would smell like. It reminded my child of the one that tried to claim his life on the night of the scorpion sting. (This happened to him several weeks ago, and I have yet to share that story.)

In short, it was a demon of death. And this one was a demon of SPIRITUAL death.

Every time the teacher would say ‘Mohammad, may he rest in peace’, the demon became larger, growing in size, and it also became clearer and easier to see.

The longer they stayed there in that room, the more they felt immobilized, as if it was becoming harder and harder to move. My son expected to become dizzy because of the demons, but he never did, which really confused him at the time. I figured it was probably due to my specific prayers against this.

It wasn’t until the teacher himself left the room, that my kids finally left.

I was mortified upon hearing this; that they did not immediately leave the room upon hearing the angels warnings! (I kept thinking of 9-11 and the towers, when angels tried to warn the believers in that building to get out, but many did not listen and ended up dying sooner than what God would have willed. I did not want this happening to my kids!) I verbally chastised my children for not following the angels directions. “When an angel of The Lord God tells you to get out,” I told them, “YOU GET OUT!”

“But Mom,” they both replied to me, “We couldn’t leave and take that class from the other professor; he’s even worse! And we HAVE to take that course in order to graduate!”

“REMEMBER:” I told them, “NO class, NO amount of credits, and NO kind of degree, is EVER worth risking your soul for!!”

I told them that if it was me, I’d cancel the class immediately. I then thanked God for answering my prayers and keeping my children safe, despite their disobedience to the angels He had sent to lead them out and protect them. Then I went and shared their predicament with their father. He then went and reassured the kids that they could take the class from another teacher, maybe on line or even through another college, and then transfer the class to their college, so that they would still meet their requirements for graduation. This relieved them no small amount. They then went on line and canceled the class.

Later on that night, just in case, we also cast out any demons that may have entered in to our kids while they sat in that class.

My husband pointed out to me, that this teacher was indeed practicing and promoting his religion to the students by stating this. He said “it’s like a Christian professor, saying ‘He is risen indeed!’ every time he says the name of Jesus!”

Do you think they would ever let a Christian professor do that in his classes? All in the name of ‘respecting the culture’ of course.

This was my kids first experience with someone of the Islamic faith. And they had seen mosques in photos, but never up close, so they had no idea what kind of demons were associated with that religion.

Now they know.

The biggest spirits they now associate with that religion,
are THE DEMONS OF DEATH.

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“Labour not for the meat which perisheth, but for that meat which endureth unto everlasting life, which the Son of man shall give unto you: for him hath God the Father sealed.” John 6:27 (KJV)

“Beware lest there be any man that spoil you through philosophy, and vain deceit, through the traditions of men, according to the rudiments of the world, and not after Christ.” Colossians 2:8 (GNV)

“Flee from evil and do good, and dwell forever.”
Psalm 37:27 1599 Geneva Bible (GNV)

“Abstain from all appearance of evil.”
1 Thessalonians 5:22 (KJV)

“Flee also youthful lusts: but follow righteousness, faith, charity, peace, with them that call on the Lord out of a pure heart.” 2 Timothy 2:22 (KJV)

“The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them.” Psalm 34:7 (KJV)

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Discerning Whether These Dreams Are From The Lord

I have had a question posted by a man named Mike, (on the post before this one: https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2012/08/06/four-more-dreams-and-visions-that-have-come-to-pass/,) that deserves to be shared with all the readers of this blog. (I still plan to post a regular blog entry within the next two days.) 

Mike asks: “how are you determining or ‘discerning’ whether these dreams are from the Lord? just if they come true?”

Many of these dreams and visions have come true, and as this is to be a sign amongst the believers, to discern if this is really a Word coming from the Lord or not, I felt it worthwhile to note. (It was, after all, how our family first noticed them!) However this method of discernment does not work well for those believers who receive the dreams. We have found that much more is needed.  

Jesus, through the Holy Spirit, usually tells us if it is from Him or not. This is usually then confirmed through another believer. The ones given to us from satan always has something about them that doesn’t seem…clean somehow. It is hard to describe. Sometimes we can see or hear the demons in the dream, which tells us that the evil one was behind it. If we sense that it is an attack from satan, we will cast it out in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, and ask the Lord to remove the memory of the dream. There have been a few times, when this did not erase the memory of the dream, and the Lord would let us know that there was something we needed to learn from it, usually pertaining to spiritual warfare, that we had to deal with first. Of course, the ones that have the discernable presence of God in them, (for example, seeing God’s Holy angels or hearing the voice of the Lord,) are the easy ones to discern. Often times, the Lord would not let the one who had the dream, forget about it, until it was shared and written down.

 As I’ve said before, some of the last dreams that I’ve posted, (and the next one due in a day or two,) were to show to others the different kinds of dreams our family has experienced. Ours can not be the only family who has been given such gifts of spiritual discernment! There must be others out there who are also experiencing such dreams, and visions, for in Joel 2:28-32 and again in Acts 2:15-21, the scriptures claim that “…It shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions, and also upon the servants and upon the handmaids in those days will I pour out my spirit.” My children have come to believe that they are but amongst the first numbered of those who will be given these gifts, and that these gifts will be given out more and more as the end of days grow nearer. (See also Ephesians 4:11-12.) And since scriptures also state that we “…know in part, and we prophesy in part,” and that “we see through a glass darkly,” (1 Corinthians 13:9 and 12,) we need the body of Christ to help us all function as a whole, just as Romans 12:4-8 and 1 Corinthians 12:12-27 says. For this reason, I have been told to share them and not hold them back, for there may come one who may need the sharing of these experiences. 

Yes, the ones on Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston confused us all on why they were given, (they seemed so worldly,) yet the Lord has used them to convict others in our family, not to simply ignore such odd prophetic dreams, but to share them with each other, and for us to bring them to God in prayer. (You certainly don’t want to ignore God if they were from Him, and you don’t want to ignore it if it was from satan – he needs to be firmly cast out in Jesus name!) However odd these dreams may seem, no evil was sensed in those two dreams. Both the Michael Jackson dream and the Whitney Houston dream simply revealed that something ‘of the world’ was going to have an effect upon the world. To those who are so spiritually sensitive, such an upset amongst the populace can have a disturbing effect on the senses. (For example, the day before 9-11 was EXTREMELY hard on us!) Letting them know before hand what it was, and to not let it affect them, was a blessing. It was also sensed that their death was another small step towards a kind of ‘paradigm shift’ (defined in our family, as a demonic bondage of a large group of people,) towards the ‘N.W.O.’ (How, we do not know.) The Michael Jackson one showed us that some of these dreams and visions can be actual mini-clips of future events. (I had been wondering at that time if they were, or if they were just symbolic.)

The visions of earthquake/tsunami destruction, is teaching my family that besides sharing (whatever it is that we have to share,) the purpose in the dream might also be to pray for those who might be affected by such destruction, like Sarah, another believer, had suggested in her response to my posting.  (Thank you Sarah for your comment!)

The Lord always helps us work through these experiences; I am VERY thankful to Him that He has never left us nor forsaken us. Glory always to Jesus Christ of Nazareth!

May we all remain in Him through these end times,
C. Dunamis