X Rays – A Doorway To Darkness

Years ago, one of my kids went to the dentist for x rays. These were not the usual bite-wing x rays that the populace had been getting for years; this was a new fangled machine that could take an x ray of your entire mouth at one time, without any pieces of film in your mouth. One stepped into its circle, the machine was turned on, and the machine slowly traveled around you as you stood there.

My kid stepped into that circle, the machine was turned on, and I watched as my kid’s eyes blinked open and starred straight ahead, unseeing. The moment the machine stopped, my child collapsed to the floor.

Thankfully his father was there to catch him.

It took my child several moments to come out of his trance, and he complained of feeling dizzy and sick.

Of course the dentist scoffed at him for his reaction, stating over and over again how ‘safe’ these x rays were, (we were told they even had less radiation than the old bite-wing kinds had,) and that his reaction must be from something else.

We brought our child home, and put him to bed to rest. Two hours later, we heard screaming from his room, and ran to see what was the problem.

When we entered his room, we found him in the middle of the room on his floor, rocking back and forth, and screaming and crying at the top of his lungs. There was such total panic and fear in his screams, that it made it hard for me to think. (As a mother, you immediately want to remove the pain and make it all better. But I knew not how.)

He was unresponsive, and shrank from our touch. He didn’t recognize us or his name, nor did he seem to know where he was.

I ran back into my bedroom, and up to the cross on the wall. I sank to my knees, and begged the Lord Jesus to help him.

Moments later, my son began to speak. He told us that he did not recognize us, nor did he recognize his name. Fear ruled over him, and kept him from us.

Slowly, my son’s memory returned, piece by piece.

The Lord told me to give him some vitamins and herbs, namely calcium and nattokinase, and he gladly took them. A few hours later, he was feeling a little better, (he began to recognize his room and the things in it,) but was still quite dizzy and weak for all of the following day.

And yes, in case you were wondering, this is the same kid that can see so clearly into the unseen world.

For years after that incident, my son refused all x rays, much to the disgust of the dentist. As his parents, we backed up his choice not to have any x rays.

Then came the day when my son needed another x ray, and the usual bite-wing type would not work. So he agreed to have the x ray taken, much to my distress.

I went before the Lord in prayer, asking Him to please protect him, and to not let those demons attack him like they did the last time. (I had realized later on, that it had to have been demons that caused such illness within him.)

God reminded me, that at that first time, we had not known that we could cast out demons and claim protection in His name. And now that we knew the reality of it, we could prevent those things from happening to him again.

So, the night before the scheduled x ray, he took the same supplements, along with some magnesium, and I then blessed him with the blessed olive oil.

When we went to the dentist, we found that they had gotten rid of the other x ray machine, and now had a newer model that they were using.

He got into its circle, and I could see the fear and trepidation in him, for he was shaking. The machine turned on and began to rotate. (The dental assistant told us to stay behind the cones, but we were ready to jump forward to catch him if needed.) Suddenly his eyes opened wide, and he starred forward, unseeing, just like he had the other time. But this time he did not collapse.

I kept reciting scriptures under my breath, until I could not remember any. I found my mind had gone completely blank, and I could not remember any scripture at all. I cried out to Jesus, and then sensed from Him that I should begin speaking in tongues, which I did.

When it was over, he had to be led over to the dentist’s chair, for he was too weak and shaky and dizzy to walk on his own. It was almost as if he had forgotten how to walk.

While he sat there in the chair, I felt the Lord instruct me to bless him again with the blessed olive oil, and to close all portals that had been opened by the x ray.

I did as He instructed, and I sensed that this helped my son no small amount. I then cast out all demons that had already come through that portal, in the name of Jesus.

We went home that night, and once again he went to lay down, for he was still quite weak and dizzy. We made sure that someone stayed with him at all times. He took more of the vitamins and herbs, as directed on the bottle. (I had found out from the Lord after the first time, that calcium can help bind up stray molecules of radiation, so that it gets flushed out of the system. It also helps the heart to keep beating. Same with magnesium; it works with the calcium. Nattokinase keeps the blood flowing, and helps to prevent any strokes from happening.)

The next day he spent in bed, still weak and dizzy from the x ray. The day after that, he refused to go out, for some things were still not familiar to him, and seeing things that he did not recognize but knew he should, caused panic to flare up within him. He explained that that x ray was like a hard re-boot on a computer, or a kind of cerebral wipe of memory. He sensed that his memories were still there, but the linking to them is what was affected.

Three days after that, he arose and was able to go about his business. He still had some momentary dizziness every now and then, and I remarked that I too, had the same momentary dizziness that he was experiencing. After a few more days, all symptoms left us, and we were all back to normal.

I praise you Lord Jesus Christ, for keeping us all safe!

My son then told me, how he had kept his eyes closed, so he could not see anything. But I told him that he had opened his eyes as soon as the test began. This surprised him, for he claimed he could not see anything except a great darkness. Even his hearing was blocked, for all he could hear was some kind of loud buzzing sound. (It was just like the sound that demons make when gathered together.) It wasn’t until the machine was turned off, that he could once again see into this world and hear us. He also told me, that this newer machine was still way better than the last one.

I share this with you, so you know that x rays (at least some kinds,) can form a doorway for satan to come in and attack. It is good to bind them up in Jesus name before hand, and afterwards cast them out in His name!

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The kingdom Of Spirits

There is a famous wine company, (in the top twenty five of the world,) that was looking for a few summer interns. They searched among the thousands upon thousands of students at the most prestigious colleges across the United States. Twenty five of the top performing students were chosen, flown in, sheltered, wined and dined, and then given a tour through their processing plants, and then through a battery of interviews with the higher ups in the company.

One of my boys was one of the chosen.

At first, the interviews and mixers went well; my son clearly had the advantage over the other students. He knew what to say and when to say it, and had no hang ups or nervousness in speaking to those interviewing him. As a home schooled student, he was used to interacting with many different ages and even with people in authority over him. Questions that stumped the other candidates were easy for him to answer. Once he would give his answer, the others chimed in with likewise answers. He was known by those within the company to be the favored applicant from California.

Then he toured the processing plant.

As soon as the bus carrying all the students drove onto the land, my son could see all the demons. They were so utterly numerous, that it left him speechless. They were vicious demons, some looking like fighting warrior men, while others were animals such as bulls with large horns or dragons with sharp claws and teeth. Others were so black and covered with filth, that he knew they must have come from active satanic worship, from somewhere on the property.

As he walked past the vats of wine and hard alcohol, (this surprised him; he had no idea that they also made hard liquor,) he could see shadows darting in between the containers. He seen the workers there, with their own demons attached to them, following them wherever they went. He bound up the demons that came near him, and the angels that surrounded him were very, very angry at the demons. They shielded my son from the demons attacks.

He described the place as a bus depot for demons. It was a place for the demons to laugh and party with each other, while they waited to hitch a ride in one of the bottles, and then into a human host. Gambling, addiction, pornography, and of course alcoholism, all the vices were there, just waiting to be imbibed.

On his final interview, he was to meet with the head of the department. As soon as he seen the man, he knew that he was a practicing satanist. There were so many demons on this man, that he had to struggle to make out the face of the man throughout all the black swirling smoke that covered him. When my son shook hands with him, my sons hands started to burn. The burning didn’t stop until he left the property. The man spoke very fast and very quietly, almost with a hiss, making it hard to hear him. He refused to repeat anything he said, or answer any questions my son asked him about working there. The interview was a total failure.

When my son came home and walked in to the room, he looked extremely tired. He asked me to bless him. I told him I would in just a minute, (I was in the middle of doing something,) but the Lord Jesus stopped me in my tracks. “When he asks you to bless him, what does that mean?”

Demons!

So I stopped what I was doing and went to get the blessed olive oil to bless him.

As I got closer to him, I could see some demons still tagging on to him. “Oh my!” I said to my son, “I see you have some stragglers on you!”

I bound them up in the name of Jesus, before even getting to the oil, because I did not want them to do something to stop me from blessing him.

As soon as the oil touched his throat, my son stumbled and fell forward, but I was able to catch him. I said “I cast you out in the name of Jesus!” I was angry at the demons and my voice showed this. “Trouble him no more!”

But for the first time in my life, the demons answered me back. “Only if HE,” they sneered, “troubles US no more!”
I gasped in shock, and thought ‘you don’t have the right to tell us what we can or can not do!’ So I answered them, “THAT will be for my Lord to decide!”

Then they left.

He told me that they had bothered him on the way home, and he kept casting them out, but it was difficult to get rid of them all. The blessed olive oil was needed to do the job.

He complained of his sinuses hurting, and of feeling like he was coming down with the flu. I realized then, that the seeds of those demons were still in my son. As he had stood there in that alcohol processing plant, and breathed in all those horrible fumes, he was breathing in all those spores too. So I had him use the nebulizer to breathe in some colloidal silver, to kill off those nasty spores. He said that his eyes began to hurt, from looking at all the demons. So we prayed that the memory of witnessing such horror would go away.

My son assumed that because that final interview was so awful, he would not be getting a job offer from the company. So he didn’t even send the company the standard thank you letter for the interview.

But weeks later, he was offered a summer intern position in a different department. The person who offered him the job, is the same one he would be working for. He flat out told this person that he didn’t think he could work there, because he refused to drink alcohol. The person told him that it would not be a problem; he did not drink alcohol either.

Then this man broke all protocol, (he could have gotten into such trouble for this!,) and asked my son if it was because of his religion. My son heard the Lord tell him that it was o.k. to tell him his religion, so he told him that he was a Christian, and that he didn’t believe in drinking alcohol.

The man’s voice perked up at this, and he said, “so am I! I don’t believe in it either!”

So they got to talking, and by the end of the conversation, my son was torn. He gave him the weekend to decide if he should take the job or not.

On one hand, the job itself would be a bonus; he would get to work with some artificial intelligence, which he has dreamed of doing for years. (This son of mine dreams of building a robot that believes in Jesus.) It would be his first foray into that kind of experience.

On the other hand, dealing with the demons would be a chore. However, he was assured that the office he’d be working at is on a different compound, and has nothing to do with the main one he had visited.

But the deciding factor came when he had prayed and asked the Lord what he should do. It was then that the Lord told him that He wanted him to go work there for the summer, to be there for the man. For some unknown reason, God wanted him there to help him. So he said yes, and accepted the job.

As a side note, a few weeks later my husband had asked me to wrap some bottles of wine to give as gifts to his clients. As I was wrapping them, my hands started to burn. I had to stop because the burning became so severe. I asked one of my sons if he could see anything, and he said yes, and that it was the wine that had the demons in it. This surprised me, for this wine was from a very small and private vineyard that was owned by a Christian home schooling friend of my husband.

I share this post with some apprehension, for I know there are many Christians out there who drink, and they can get quite upset when their drink is in question. Yet from all that we have seen in the unseen world, liquor of any kind, yes even wine from a Christian, is filled with demons.

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(In the bible, the word wine can refer to fermented grape juice, or just grape juice that is not yet fermented. Our family has seen no demons in plain aged grape juice. It’s when man tries to change it so that the alcohol level is increased, that trouble seems to occur.)

Proverbs 20:1 – Wine [is] a mocker, strong drink [is] raging: and whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise.

(Mocking and raging are demons.)

Ephesians 5:18 – And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit;

Romans 14:21 – [It is] good neither to eat flesh, nor to drink wine, nor [any thing] whereby thy brother stumbleth, or is offended, or is made weak.

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

The Man Was Stalking Me

The night before this incident, I had been listening to a song that pointed out that what others see in us may be the only Jesus they see. I pondered over this, and prayed that I too, would be like Jesus to others.

I went out to run some errands, and almost ran into another car. The Holy Spirit tried to stop me from going out at that moment, (I sensed Him saying “wait!”,) but I went ahead anyways, figuring it was just my imagination, and not really Him speaking. I was making a turn onto the road and then getting into the left hand turn lane. I looked and could see no cars, so I went. When I was almost in the turn lane, I seen another car in the rear view mirror on that side, (had he hit me, he would have hit my left back tire area,) and I swerved back into the other lane for a moment, (thinking he would then drive past me,) but instead he let me go back into the lane.

The first thing I did was thank Jesus that we had not hit each other, and then continued driving.

Then I realized the man was following me.

He went everywhere I did, and I tried to go to different places to lose him, (perhaps it was just a coincidence that he was still right behind me,) but soon realized that this was no coincidence, and he was stalking me.

I prayed to Jesus to help me, as I pictured all sorts of horrible things happening to me; being shot, being beaten, (satan had fun with this one,) and I pictured myself laying in a hospital bed and having to be there for months just to heal. The worst part, was thinking that this would hinder my children’s faith in Christ.

Then Jesus told me to bind up the man’s demons in His name, so I did.

I called up my husband and told him all that had happened, and he directed me to the nearest CHP office.

On my way there, I thought back to the nightmares that I have had, where someone tries to physically attack me, and somehow the Holy Spirit in me is able to diffuse the situation. As this was like a real live nightmare, I prayed that the Holy Spirit would help me in this real world situation too. I was shaking so badly that it was hard to drive safely, but I was too scared of this man to stop. One of my boys thought I should call 911, but I didn’t sense I was supposed to do that. Finally I came to the CHP and drove in, but there was no one there. They were closed.

I felt all alone.

Then the man drove in behind me and blocked my only way out.

I was trapped!

My husband was still on the phone, (I wanted a record of what happened, just in case,) and so I waited for the man to do what he would do.

He got out of his car and just stood there on the drivers side, motioning with his hands and saying something I could not hear.

So I opened up the window half way.

He looked as if his anger had deflated somewhat, (I sensed it was because I had bound up his demons,) but he immediately began yelling at me, saying “What the *?!?* happened back there!”

So I told him, “I’m sorry! I didn’t see you!”

He held up his hand then and said, “Stop! You just told me what I wanted to hear.”

I stared at him in amazement.

He said, “All I wanted from you is an apology.”

I looked at him in shock. “You mean you chased me all over this city just for an apology?!”

“Yes.”

He then proceeded to tell me about his awful day, and how this near accident had happened to him several times already today, and that mine was the final straw.

I said, “oh you poor man, and then when we almost hit…oh, I am so sorry; I never wanted to cause you any harm at all!”

“Oh,” he said, holding out his arms wide, “you can hurt me all you want, but I won’t let you touch those in this car!”

I said without thinking, “I’d never want to harm you or anyone; it’s against my religion!”

He didn’t say anything to that, he just stood there looking at me.

“I still believe,” I said to him, “that Jesus must have sent down an angel to help keep our cars apart from each other, we were so close!”

He reiterated how he had almost hit me, and how he was responsible for others in the car with him, and that even they were upset over the near hit. He made it sound like I was a very bad person because I had purposely done this to him and his loved ones. (His wife and child were sitting quietly in the car while he verbally ripped me apart.) I thought to myself that my driving record was still pretty good (thank You Jesus!,); the last time I had a fender bender, (it was a scratch in a parking lot,) was over thirty years ago. This guy looked like he hadn’t even spent thirty years upon the earth yet. Apart of me wanted to argue with him, but I was still too afraid of him so I remained silent.

He finished with his attack and then said that he was o.k. now, and was going to go, as he was all right, and (as an afterthought?) I was all right, and that neither one of us was hurt. “See?” he said to me, “that’s all I wanted to do.”

I said to him “May God bless you and give you a better day!”

And then he drove off.

I sat there for over an hour, waiting for the shaking to subside, (I did not feel safe to drive while I shook so much,) and then I went to finish my errands. As I did, I prayed for him and all those in his car, asking the Lord to bring them to Him and make believers out of them. I seen something in him that I once was; a seeker of justice at any cost, even at the cost of others I loved. I felt sorry for him, being buffeted to and from by the winds of chance, and being toyed with by satan. I remembered what it was like, being so affected by such evil, and having to face it without Jesus. There is an emptiness that is always there, along with that self-righteous demon to feed, and a feeling of always somehow being behind everyone else in the rat race and trying in vain to catch up.

When I got home, some of my kids were incensed on my behalf, saying “He had to have been speeding, Mom! There is no way anyone could sneak up on you that fast on that stretch of road without going over the speed limit! Either that, or he came out of a side road just as you did, and tried to get into the same lane as you. You were not the only one at fault, Mom; if you guys had hit, he would have been at fault too!”

“Yeah,” said my other son who had almost come with me on the trip, “I wish I would have been there with you; I would have told him a thing or two! I wouldn’t have let him speak to you like that! I would have called 911 and gotten the cops there to cite him a ticket for road rage!”

A part of me is glad my son did not come with me that day, (guess he stayed home for a reason!,) for things would have come to a very different conclusion had he been with me.

I sensed that the Lord Jesus wanted me to pray for him and his family, and that they needed my prayers and my blessing very much.

I found myself wondering if the Lord had set the whole thing up to happen, just so I would pray for them.

“No Ma Pettite,” He answered me. “I did not.”

Then the piece of scripture that talks about all things working out for the good of those who love Christ Jesus came to mind.

“But I will take the moves of the adversary and use it to my advantage,” He tells me.

I thought of those in the car with him, remembering how it feels to be held captive in a car with an angry driver. Those poor people! Then I wondered what kind of man would drag his loved ones around on such a chase, just to fight for an apology from a stranger. He had no way of knowing that I would do him no harm. I could have been a different person and had a gun and even threatened him and those in his car with it. He obviously was not thinking too clearly either, to take such risks just to placate his self-righteousness demon.

“He was a man who was filled with demons,” came God’s reply.

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It was several days later, when I realized why what this man did to me is considered an actual crime all its own.

I found that even just the thought of getting into a car again to go somewhere, left me shaking, dizzy, and wanting to toss my cookies. I could not even walk at the thought of driving, because I shook so badly. I started to cry, feeling like a helpless victim, chained down to the house, and unable to go out any more. It was horrible!

I pictured myself having to go to therapists for years and years, and even then not gaining much freedom from the sessions.

But then the words “helpless, victim, therapist” and especially the word “chained” stood out in my mind, till I realized that somehow, someway, I had picked up some demons, and it was the demons that were doing this to me.

I immediately calmed down, and asked someone in my family to cast out the demons from me, and anoint me with the blessed olive oil. The moment they did, I felt at peace once again.

Just to be sure they had really left me, I brought along someone else in the car with me, the next time I went out to run errands, so they could help me fight off the demons if need be. But they are gone for good. Praise Jesus! Truly there is great freedom in Jesus Christ of Nazareth!

Looking back upon the incident, there were times when I felt like I had just let the man and his demons attack me, and that I should have stood up for myself more. This left me feeling frustrated all over again. Finally I went back to the Lord Jesus about it. He then reassured me that I had done exactly as He had wanted me to do. That removed the last of the frustration, and left me with a sense of relief.

Would you pray with me for that man and his family? Pray that they would all come to Jesus and be set free from all the demons that plague them. Pray that they too, would experience the freedom that is found only in Jesus Christ!

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Romans 8:28 (GNV) “Also we know that all things work together for the best unto them that love God, even to them that are called of his purpose.”

Proverbs 15 (KJV) “A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.”

Psalm 23 (KJV) “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.”

Proverbs 3:25-26 (GNV) “Thou shalt not fear for any sudden fear, neither for destruction of the wicked, when it cometh. For the Lord shall be for thine assurance, and shall preserve thy foot from taking.”

Psalm 27:1-3 (KJV) “The Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life, of whom shall I be afraid? When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell. Though an host pitched against me, mine heart should not be afraid: though war be raised against me, I will trust in this.”

Isaiah 54:17 (KJV) “No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their righteousness is of me, saith the Lord.”