A Spirit of Priest-craft

 

My husband and I had a wonderful get away for our thirtieth wedding anniversary. We were able to spend time alone with each other, and re-bond as husband and wife.

When we returned home, things were just as good between us, until one evening, we found us at each other’s throats. The abruptness of it startled both of us, and the severity of angry emotions we had not experienced in years made no sense.

The arguing was over silly small stuff, such as if we should drive a half a mile over to the next store, or if we really needed that item on the grocery list. My husband yelled at me, and I wanted to slap him! We just don’t experience those kinds of emotions anymore in our marriage, for we know well who they are really from. Even knowing this, it took several minutes to push away the attacks and reach out to each other in love. We promptly cast out the demons we thought were attacking us, in the name of Jesus. We had forgiven each other, but it still felt testy between us. I could not understand what had happened, for such an attack upon us to take place. Yes, we were away from the home, but we went to the same old places that we had no problems with before, and we bound up any demons that were in the stores as we walked through them.

So it really confused me, as to why we were attacked like that.

When we got home, we were told that our oldest son had run into that Jehovah’s witness, the mom of my other son’s friend, (yes, the one who cast us out of her home during the fire,) at the local coffee shop. She tried to manipulate my son into agreeing with whatever she said, (apparently for some reason she still blames me for what she did,) and then tried to convert him over to her religion. My children were brought up to respect their elders, so he did not know how to handle it, when she argued with him over the scriptures. He tried to stick up for what he believes, but it was not easy for him. Finally, before she left, she reached out and gave him a hug goodbye.

When I was told this, the puzzle pieces fell into place. My son and I exchanged notes on when she hugged him, (he looked at his watch just seconds afterwards,) and we then realized that hug must have taken place just moments before we were attacked. Yet it still confused me, for we were many miles apart from each other. When I went to the Lord, He told me that we were attacked by a spirit of priest-craft. These kinds of demons are found in every Jehovah’s witness, (they come from the elders in that cult,) and they are known to cause problems and fighting within marriages. Even their literature left at the front door of a home can cause issues for those who reside within. I cast them from us in the name of Jesus, and the last testiness between me and my husband finally left us.

What amazed me, was how having the woman hug my son, opened up a doorway for her demons to attack me and my husband all the way across town! I used to think that a person’s demons could not so easily transfer to you unless you were physically close to them. How wrong I was! All it took was a physical touch to my son, for her demons to attack us.

Again, the scriptures that comes to mind, is “lay hands suddenly on no man , neither be partaker of other men’s sins: keep thyself pure. ” (1 Timothy 5:22 KJV)

Luke 11:24-26 In Real Time With A Jehovah’s Witness

 

 

My child has a best friend, who’s mother is a Jehovah’s Witness. At first we were told that she was not a strong witness, and was still a Christian, so my son did not get too concerned about getting together with his friend in his house.

But then my son went over to his best friend’s house this past Thursday night, to work on a school project together. All seemed quiet and peaceful, until a group of Jehovah’s Witness elders came to the door, and asked to speak to this kid’s mom. She went out and spent several hours with them, talking out in the yard. My son could see and feel the demons presence. The JW elders that were visiting had huge dark demons attached to them. As they met and spoke, even more demons came forth. Towards the end of their meeting, there was a large swarm of black demons swooping around in their back yard.

My son bound them up in the name of Jesus, claiming that they could not harm him. The demons left my son alone. When my son and his friend finished their work for the night, my son left through the front door, and drove home.

That Saturday, my son and his friend got together again at his house. They planned to spend the whole evening there working on the college project together.

While they were there, his mom asked my son about a church that was not too far away. My son told her that he had been there once, and that it was a good one to try, if she was interested in checking it out. She started asking my son questions about the church, such as what they believed in. When she asked him if they believed in hell, my son told her that they did. “Do you believe in hell?,” she asked my son.

My son said “Yes.”

At this, the woman’s husband got up and left the room.

Then she started to verbally attack my son for believing in hell, claiming that the bible does not mention hell, and that hell was man’s invention, not Jehovah’s. She kept quoting from the JW ‘New World Translation’ bible, and pressuring my son to “give God a chance”.

My son used the King James Version to counter every piece of scripture that she used, showing how there is indeed, a hell, according to God’s Word. But the mom simply said that the King James Version was corrupt, and not to be trusted. At that point, my son knew it was of no use to keep arguing, for she was not willing to look at the truth.

While all this was going on, my son kept binding up and casting out the demons under his breath, that were radiating outwards from her, in the name of Jesus. But for every one he bound up and cast out, several more then entered in. It was Luke 11:24-26 in real time. He watched as the demons kept increasing and growing, till he said the very foundations of the house began to tremble and shake. (There were no actual seismic tremors recorded in the area at that time. What he felt, was spiritual. But it still shook him up just the same.)

It was very hard for my son to witness all this, for he had come to care for his best friend’s family, and to see his best friend’s mom so attacked without recourse, was just too much for him to bear.

So he started to cry. Not bawling or anything so severe, but just tears that dripped one by one from his eyes. When he looked over at his friend, he seen that his friend was also crying, just like him.

As his mom continued on with her rant, (neither my son or his friend was allowed to get a word in edgewise at this point,) My son felt the Holy Spirit tell him to get out, for the foundations of his friends house was shaking even worse, and he was not to be in it any longer.

So, forgoing all the usual polite goodbye formalities, he simply got up and walked out of the house.

His friend followed him, and they both drove back to our place.

They arrived, both still in tears. They told me what had happened, and I could see grief and shame in his friend’s expression. Apparently, this was not the first time that this boy’s mom had verbally attacked one of his friends with her Jehovah’s witness beliefs. This boy did not bring many of his friends home because of this. But this time, the boy had seen a dark shadow go into his mother. This is why he too, had started to cry.

I felt bad for the boy’s father. He is not a Jehovah’s witness, but is a believer instead. And he believes he must follow the scriptures where it says in 1 Corinthians 7:12-16, (KJV), “But to the rest speak I, not the Lord: If any brother hath a wife that believeth not, and she be pleased to dwell with him, let him not put her away.” So he remains with her, despite the spirit of the anti-Christ that resides within her. That must be a very difficult thing to do.

My son feels bad for his friend’s younger brother. He just got baptized as a Jehovah’s witness this past Saturday. Getting baptized as a Jehovah’s witness is not the same as getting baptized as a believer in Jesus Christ. When you get baptized as a Jehovah’s witness, you receive Jehovah’s witness demons. When you get baptized in the name of Jesus Christ, you receive the Holy Spirit.

We talked for several hours afterwards, going over the scriptures with the KJV, Geneva 1599, and even the 1537 Matthews bible and Tyndale’s 1526 translation (original spelling edition,) of the New Testament. Even if the Jehovah’s witnesses didn’t use the names of hell that they like to re-write their own definitions of, there was still an actual description of a place that sounded very much like hell. (It certainly could not be thought of as the grave, which is what they like to believe sheol really means.)

Then the boys discovered that the JW bible, the New World Translation, was not written by scholars well versed in the ancient languages, but was re-written by a group of nameless JW elders, to fit their beliefs.

Meanwhile I was going through a struggle all my own. I had met this woman, the mother of my son’s friend, and I had liked her. At first, I had thought that the Jehovah’s witnesses were just another denomination of Christianity, but suddenly this didn’t seem to fit anymore. So I asked the Lord Jesus if she really was a believer. And my answer was a question that He asked of me instead. “Do the Jehovah’s witnesses believe that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh?”

So I researched it, and to my great sorrow, I discovered that they do not. They don’t even believe that the Holy Spirit resides inside believers today, guiding them and directing them. And it says right in scripture: “For many deceivers are entered into the world, who confess not that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh. This is a deceiver and an antichrist.” (2 John 1:7) and in 1 John 4:1-3 it says: “Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world. By this you know the Spirit of God: every spirit that confesses that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is from God; and every spirit that does not confess Jesus is not from God; this is the spirit of the antichrist, of which you have heard that it is coming, and now it is already in the world.…”

Wow. An anti-Christ!

I cried when I read this, for I knew then that her soul was not saved.

As I thought about it all, I realized that this was the first time that one of my kids had to leave a place because of the demons that were there. Usually, my kids bind them up in the name of Jesus, and the demons leave them alone in peace. He had been over at his friend’s house before, and had discussions with his mom before about Jesus, but any demons that had come forth, he had been able to bind them up in Jesus name and then change the topic.

I knew there had to be some reason that the demons were extra strong that day. So I asked my son’s friend if the witness elders might have given his mom anything to bring into the house. “Yes,” he replied. “Stacks of The Watchtower Magazine!”

Ah. I had heard of these magazines being so cursed that once they enter into a person’s home, arguing enters in and peace leaves those who reside with them.

My son also told me, that he felt one of the problems, besides the fact that she wanted to keep her demons, (meaning she wanted to stay a Jehovah’s witness,) is that it was on her territory, and that this is what gave the demons such power to attack my son.

I share this with you, for there are a number of people contacting me, asking me for help in getting free from their families or relatives demons, who believe in another religion. You need to know, that sometimes the only way to deal with it, is to stop trying to cast out their demons and simply get out of their house.

But keep praying for them. God’s Word says in James 5:16, “…The effective prayer of a righteous man can accomplish much.…”

Would you please join me in saying a quick prayer for this woman?

Dear Jesus, please remove the scales from her eyes, and reveal to her the real truth of Your word. Help her to realize, that those seven men who run the watchtower from Brooklyn New York are fallible men, and not worthy of entrusting one’s soul to. Jesus is the only one we should entrust our soul to. Come into her life and into her son’s life, and let them both have a personal relationship with You. I ask this in the name of Jesus. Amen and hallelujah!

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“If they speak not according to this word, it is because there is no light in them.” (Isaiah 8:20)

Luke 11:24-26 (GNV) “When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest: and when he findeth none, he saith, I will return unto mine house whence I came out. And when he cometh, he findeth it swept and garnished. Then goeth he, and taketh to him seven other spirits worse than himself: and they enter in, and dwell there: so the last state of that man is worse than the first.”

Luke 16: 22-26 KJV “And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried; And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom. And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame. But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented. And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed: so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot; neither can they pass to us, that would come from thence.”

Revelation 21:8, KJV “But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.”

Deuteronomy 32:22 “For a fire is kindled in mine anger, and shall burn unto the lowest hell, and shall consume the earth with her increase, and set on fire the foundations of the mountains.”

Job 26:6 “Hell is naked before him, and destruction hath no covering.”

Psa 55:15 “Let death seize upon them, and let them go down quick into hell: for wickedness is in their dwellings, and among them.”

Prov 27:20 “Hell and destruction are never full; so the eyes of man are never satisfied.”

Mat 10:28 “And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.”

Mark 9:43 “And if thy hand offend thee, cut it off: it is better for thee to enter into life maimed, than having two hands to go into hell, into the fire that never shall be quenched:”

Mark 9:47 “And if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out: it is better for thee to enter into the kingdom of God with one eye, than having two eyes to be cast into hell fire:”

Matthew 13:50 “And shall cast them into the furnace of fire: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth.”

2 Thessalonians 1:9 “Who shall be punished with everlasting destruction from the presence of the Lord, and from the glory of his power;”

Revelation 14:11 “And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his name.”

Revelation 20:10 “And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet [are], and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.”

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Battling The Demon At Gull Lake Lodge

 
For the past two weeks, our family has been off camping in the hills of California, for our yearly family vacation. After camping out at one of the local campgrounds for several days, we had planned to stay in a motel for a few days, to get cleaned up and rested, before continuing on in our journey. What we found there surprised us, and furthered our lessons in spiritual warfare.

We had reserved a spot in a motel called ‘The Gull Lake Lodge’ located in June Lake, California. They were like a small one bedroom apartment, with two double beds in the one bedroom, and had a futon sofa and a futon chair in the living room. A bathroom and a small galley kitchen with a nook dining room completed the layout. But the best part, (besides the price of the room,) was that they accepted pets. This meant we could take our pets with us, and not have to leave them with our neighbors back home.

I had read some of the reviews on line about the hotel, and they seemed to be really good, with just a few that were really bad. After what we found there, it would not surprise me if we had stumbled on to the underlying reason for those few discontented reviews.

After scouting out the room, one of my kids called me over to where he was standing. “Mom,” he says to me, “You have got to see this!”

There, on the left side arm of the living room’s main sofa, were drawings of an open ended pentagram, and a sliver of a moon, carved into the light wood of the arm. Other odd markings were also beside it, and I knew that they could be remnants from some kind of satanic ceremony. So I went and got out my blessing oil, (simple pure olive oil, prayed over and set aside for anointing purposes,) and applied it over them, claiming in the name of Jesus, that whatever was there, would stay there, and would not be able to come out and bother us.

Oddly however, even after blessing the satanic markings, we realized that no one, not even our pets, would venture over to that corner of the room. We didn’t think too much of it, until bed time.

Twelve midnight, and all was not well. The boys were arguing over who had to have which bed, and one of the other kids was silently crying in her bed. When I asked her why she was crying, she shrugged her shoulders and mumbled something about it all being so hopeless. (VERY unlike her.) The arguing boys soon worked out their decision, but their problems did not stop.

The boy sleeping on the sofa, was struggling greatly just to breathe. His sinuses were clear, so we knew it wasn’t that causing the problem. He said that his heart was racing severely, and he felt like he was choking and could not breathe. This happened only when he was laying down on that sofa futon; the same one that had the images carved into them. When he walked away from the sofa, his breathing cleared and his heart stopped racing.

So we took the futon’s mattress off the wooden frame, and laid it out on the floor, on the other side of the room.

But still, the problems persisted.

I was about to go pray, not knowing what else I could do to deal with the problem, when one of my other boys stopped me.

He told me that he could clearly see the demon, still there in the room, and that is what was troubling my other boy lying on the mattress.

This boy that seen the demon, was the boy that often chooses to not see into the spiritual world, for sometimes what he sees disturbs him. But this time, he insisted on describing to me what he was seeing in great detail, for he felt it was very important to do so.

He could see two large feet trying to balance and touch the floor. They were gray, with four inch long darkened pointed toenails coming out of the feet. He could not see the head. So he looked up to the ceiling, and saw a gray rope with a hangman’s noose on the end of it.

On the back of the demon, there were many items sticking into it, many knives and swords of varying sizes and lengths. My son tried to see the face more clearly, but could only make out red eyes. The rest, God told him, He did not want him to see.

The demon’s feet, was by my other son’s head, the one who was supposed to sleep on that mattress for the night. We thought that sleeping at the other end of the couch might be better. But it wasn’t.

The demon was looking at the boy who was telling me all this, and not at the one trying to sleep on the mattress. It was becoming quite upset, as it realized that this child could actually see him.

At this point, one of the other children, the one sitting on her bed crying in the other room, ventured out to see what was going on. She said she sensed hopelessness, grief, and a spirit of suicide there in the room. She asked for a piece of paper, and began drawing what she was seeing. One was of the demon itself, and the other drawing was what the mattress looked like, as my other son gave up trying to rest upon it.

I told the kids that I didn’t know what else I could do, because I had already used the blessing oil on it, and it didn’t seem to help any. (I was very, very tired, and was sadly at my wits end.)

The son who was watching it quickly and adamantly told me that it DID help, quite a bit, for the oil had formed a light blue force field around the demon, forcing it to be fixed in the corner and remain where it was, and preventing it from venturing too far out into the other rooms.

The drawing my other child drew, showed three large items sticking out of its back; one was a samurai sword, another was a grim reaper scythe, and the third was a stick with a noose on the end of it. The fingernails and toenails were sharply pointed and very black. The eyes she told me, were a piercing bright ruby red. The rest of the demon was all gray.

Both of these children felt very strongly, that all of the wood on the futon was infected by this demon, not just where the carvings were. All of my kids felt that the person who had completed the ritual, had then committed suicide. I wondered if it had been in the motel room, but they felt it had taken place somewhere else, probably at the person’s home.

The kids discussed what they felt would help, and decided that we should all bless each other with the anointing oil, and claim protection from the demon. Once we did this, we all felt better, but still the demon remained.

I turned to the Lord in my mind, wondering what else I could do, and suddenly remembered the Gideon’s Bible I had seen earlier in the bedside table drawer in the other room. So I went and got it out, and turned to Psalm 91, and began to read it out loud. (Psalm 91 is what the Old Testament priests used to say out loud in the temple, whenever evil tried to attack them there. I figured if it was good enough for them, then it would work for me as well, for as a believer, I too, am a priest of the Most High God.)

I also claimed that as we had paid rent to the owners of this room, for the few days of our stay, the room was now within our jurisdiction, and had become our territory for the length of our stay. This meant that for the rented duration, we held the spiritual  authority over it, and as such, could now legally restrain any evil from harming us. I also then asked Jesus to please send His big warrior angels down from heaven, to encamp around us and protect us, and to fight our battles in the unseen world.

One of my kids then told me that it might help if the boy laying on the affected mattress quoted Psalm 91. So I had the child repeat it after me, verse after verse, until the end. At that point, all the kids were all able to get to bed and rest, without any evil spiritual interference. 

The next morning, no one complained that the demon had attacked them any further after the events of the night before, but I still wondered if it would be better if we should request another hotel room, now that there were vacancies available. But we all dreaded the work of having to move all of our stuff, and who’s to say that we might not find similar carvings and problems in another room?

In the end, we decided to stay, but to not request to stay another night as we had hoped to, for there were other problems that we faced in the motel room as well. Fleas jumping up onto us and biting us while we slept, light bulbs burnt out leaving us in the dark, propane leakage from the oven and from the larger propane storage tank near by, a severely uncomfortable chair futon mattress, which made it impossible to sleep on, (we had to go and get extra pillows and pads from the car to use instead,) mold in the bathroom and somewhere hidden in the bedroom, and an odd odorous smell underlying one of the mattresses in the bedroom. (I think they may have tried to cover up whatever it is with some kind of perfumed deodorizer, but it didn’t quite work.) Help from the caretaker was not forthcoming, (we contacted them about the light bulb and received no known response,) so we gave up on asking about anything else.

Sad though. The caretaker and owner of this motel may not even have any idea what’s going on in this room, (room number 2,) and I’m not sure if they are even believers. They have responded quite defensively to any who would post a negative review of their stay with them, and have even tried to put the blame back on the people who had complained, claiming they were the ones who had the problem and were crazy and impossible to work with. But I can’t help but wonder…what if the negative reviews were all because of the demonic haunting taking place in that room?