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…

Our New Year’s Snare

(Journal entry from New Years Day, 2015.)

I am sorry to say, that satan attacked me last night, and I succumbed.

I spent the last day of 2014 baking cookies for that evening.

All day, my husband was in an irritable mood, but I did not realize it until it was too late.

We were planning to eat our dinner, and then sit down and watch the ball drop at midnight, while snacking on cookies and chips.

But we never got that far.

While I was making supper, my husband decided to watch a movie called ‘Spinal Tap’ on television. He told the kids how funny it was, but the vibes I was getting from the show made me feel really uncomfortable. I thought to ask him to change the channel, but a voice kept whispering to me that it was o.k., and that it would soon get better. But when the main character in the movie started to swear multiple times, one right after the other, I called out my husband’s name in exasperation, upon which he then very reluctantly changed the channel.

But it wasn’t much better, for he had changed it to ‘The Twilight Zone’ marathon. Sometimes I’ve been able to watch this without a problem, but tonight was not one of them. It left me feeling uneasy. When I asked him to change the channel, he asked “To what? The three stooges?”

Then for some reason the fireplace ashes started to back up into the room, causing some of us to have health issues. Coughing, watery eyes, and headaches plagued some of the kids. My husband said he had cleaned out all the ashes a few days ago, so I figured I’d go in and wash it down with water to get rid of the rest of the soot. But when I went in, I found big piles of soot still there. So my husband resentfully decided to remove some more of the ash with a shovel, while I went to go get the vacuum cleaner. Half way through he became very angry, lost his temper, and stormed into the bedroom, saying he had ‘had it’ and that this was not what he had planned on doing for the night, so he was now going to go to bed.

I asked him if he was going to cast out the demons troubling him, but he said no and then went to bed.

After cleaning out the rest of the fireplace, the soot in the air dissipated and the kids and I were finally able to breathe freely without coughing or having our eyes tear up.

But we all knew that things were majorly wrong. We all sat down with each other to discuss with some bewilderment, what had happened. Normally their father does not loose his temper like that and storm off. Then almost at the same time, we all breathed the word “Christmas!” We realized that Christmas, several years ago, was the last time he had done such a thing. Then it hit us; we weren’t supposed to be celebrating New Years Eve!

We thought about what we had done the year before, and realized that we had watched the ball drop, but it had been by accident. The cable power had gone out that night, and it had come back on line just a few minutes before midnight. The channel it came back on to, was one that showed the New Year’s Eve festivities. So my husband and the rest of the family, all watched the ball drop last year, by accident.

But we had not planned out the night to do so like we had this year. For some reason, we thought it would be o.k., cause we didn’t have the holiday lights up or the Christmas tree in the room, so everything would be o.k.. But we were wrong.

So we stopped the festivities to do some research on line about the pagan history of New Year’s Eve. What we found reminded us of Christmas. Once again, the pagans, back in Roman times, were celebrating it with their god janus. This god had two faces on him, one looking to the future, and one to the past. (It is where they get the month ‘January’.) All the noise one makes at the stroke of midnight? It’s supposed to chase away all the evil spirits. (I laughed at this; demons are NOT scared of loud noise!) The infant new baby you always see as a symbol of the new year, is the old Greek god named dionysus, the god of wine and alcohol. Father time, the one who ushers out the old year, is none other than the grim reaper himself. When I realized that we were celebrating his holiday, my stomach turned sour. We have seen the grim reaper a few times before. He is NOT a fatherly sight!

I also researched when God said the new year was. (Yes, it is actually in the bible.) Exodus 12:1-2, “And the Eternal spake unto Moses and Aaron in the land of Egypt, saying, This month shall be unto you the beginning of months: it shall be the first month of the year to you.” So, the 1st day of the first month (Abib/Nisan) is the first day of the year. This year, it falls on March 21st, (God’s New Years Eve,) and March 22ond, (the first day of the New Year.) The exact date changes every year, but is usually in March or April of our calendar. (http://biblelight.net/feasts.htm)

But there was one thing that I discovered, that really shook me to the core. I found it on the web site http://www.rampantscotland.com/know/blknow12.htm, (check it out for more info on our New Years Eve pagan traditions,) which gives the history of the holiday from the Viking/Celtic/Scottish viewpoint. I read: “There are traditions before midnight such as cleaning the house on 31st December (including taking out the ashes from the fireplace…) ! What? Cleaning out ashes from the fireplace before midnight on New Years Eve is a pagan tradition?!? No wonder the fire place ashes had become bothersome that evening. Why didn’t it bother us on the days before? Here satan had manipulated me into following his protocols for the holiday, and I didn’t even know it!

Well, after finding all this information out, we realized that we’d really be cursing ourselves if we continued to celebrate this holiday. So we stopped. Instead, we told the Lord that we were sorry, and then asked Him to please forgive us. We didn’t see the ball drop this year. We didn’t listen to “For Auld Lang Syne” afterwards. We didn’t make a whole bunch of noise at the midnight hour either. And we did not miss it at all!

I was still uncertain what to do concerning my husband. The Lord already knew that I was reluctant to go to bed next to my husband, for now I always refuse to lay down with known demons near by. But the Lord then told me to go get the blessed olive oil and bless him as he lay sleeping. So I did, binding up and casting out any holiday demons (and or other demons like resentfulness, anger, or projection,) that were troubling him. He didn’t even wake up or stir, but I could feel that they had left him, so I was able to go to sleep peacefully.

The next morning, my husband told me that even last night he did not want the demons troubling him. (I guess this was some kind of misunderstanding between us.) My husband and I then both hugged each other and said sorry to each other, and then agreed to not celebrate New Years Day. No watching the Rose Bowl Parade, or games, or other New Years Day activities. So, today has been just a regular day for us.

But- it has been a good one!

Now I find myself wondering just how in the world did satan get me to fall back into such a corrupted hole again? I felt as if I had landed in a snare! We had stopped celebrating it because we had sensed that it too, was pagan. So I had known that the holiday was not of the Lord, yet I had fallen back into old habits again. Lord, please help me to never forget again! I can hear the old warning of the Lord call out “Learn not the ways of the heathen!” (Jeremiah 10:2) I can see the dangers of learning their ways. Especially when they become habit and tradition!

Please Jesus, place your truth in and over the hearts of us and all of Your people. Help us to see clearly how best to worship You and love You as You have asked us to do. Help us to not stray from Your Word, which instructs us on how to follow You and worship You. And please Lord, stop us from adding anything on to it! Wake us up! Help us to keep our eyes focused on YOU!

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“You shall not bow down to their gods, nor serve them, nor do after their works…lest they make you sin against Me…their gods…will surely be a snare unto you” (Ex. 23:24, 33)

“Take heed to thyself that thou be not snared by following them, after that they be destroyed from before thee; and that thou inquire not after their gods, saying ‘How did these nations serve their gods? even so will I do likewise.’ Thou shalt not do so unto the eternal they God: for every abomination to the Eternal, WHICH HE HATETH, have they done to their gods ….” (Deut. 12:30-31.)

“In VAIN do they worship me,” said Jesus Christ, “teaching for doctrines the commandments of men!”
“Full well YE REJECT THE COMMANDMENT OF GOD, that ye may keep your own tradition, … making the Word of God of none effect through your tradition, which ye have delivered!” (Mark 7:7, 9, 13.)

II Kings 17:15-18, “And they rejected his statutes, and his covenant that he made with their fathers, and his testimonies which he testified against them; and they followed vanity, and became vain, and went after the heathen that were round about them, concerning whom the Lord had charged them, that they should not do like them!”

“Therefore the LORD was very angry with Israel, and removed them out of his sight …. and afflicted them, and delivered them into the hand of spoilers, until he had cast them out of his sight …. so was Israel carried away out of their own land to Assyria unto this day!” (II Kings 17:18, 20, and 23.)

“For I am the LORD, I CHANGE NOT!” Malachi 3:6. (This same reminder is repeated in Hebrews 13:8.)

“As for you, O house of Israel, thus saith the Eternal God; Go ye, serve ye every one his idols and thereafter also, if ye will not hearken unto me: but POLLUTE YE MY HOLY NAME NO MORE with your gifts and with your idols” (Ezek. 20:39).

Hosea 2:11: “I will also cause all her mirth to cease, HER feast days {days THE PEOPLE chose}, HER new moons {marking the beginning of the pagan New Year}, and her sabbaths, and all her solemn feasts.” Notice that these were Israel’s feast days — those Israel had acquired from the pagan nations around them — NOT those God had originally instituted through His Bible! “And I will visit upon her the DAYS OF BAALIM, wherein she burned incense to them …” (verse 13)! (This is a quote with scripture from: http://www.bodyofchristonline.us/newyearseve/)

Daniel 7:25King James Version (KJV) “And he shall speak great words against the most High, and shall wear out the saints of the most High, and think to change times and laws: and they shall be given into his hand until a time and times and the dividing of time.”

1 Kings 18: 21 “And Elijah came unto all the people, and said, How long halt ye between two opinions? if the Lord be God, follow him: but if Baal, then follow him. And the people answered him not a word.”

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http://www.bodyofchristonline.us/newyearseve/
http://rcg.org/articles/wcdcny.html
http://www.simpletoremember.com/articles/a/newyearshistory/
http://www.twilightbridge.com/hobbies/festivals/newyear/custom.htm
http://www.tartanplace.com/newyear/newyrcustom/general.html

Questioning The Name Of Jesus

For several weeks, I had been questioning the name of Jesus, wondering if this name was of pagan origin, and did not even represent my true Savior and God. My heart was heavy with the thought, for I have been calling my God by the name of Jesus since I was a wee child. How long would it take me to stop calling Him Jesus, and start calling Him Yeshua or Yahshua?

This has been a searching struggle for me, as I wish for God’s real truth, and not just man’s traditions. Yet I have found that the passing of time has clouded what was once clear. Finding the truth sometimes feels like finding that needle in a haystack.

I have learned that the Roman Catholic holidays, such as Christmas and Easter, are actually pagan in origin, and have many demons attached to them. So our family has stopped celebrating them. Instead, we celebrate the Passover, Feast of Tabernacles, and a seven-lamp menorah version of Hanukkah. Yet this caused me to begin looking at other things that may not be of Him also. Soon I began to wonder if the name ‘Jesus’ was also Roman Catholic in origin, and not really Christian. Was His name another thing I needed to change?

Well, several nights ago, I felt the demon of sickness trying to attack me, as I lay in bed for the night.

I knew I had to cast it out right away, before the lying symptoms it was trying to tempt me to accept upon me as being my own, became more pronounced.

So I began to speak:

“I cast out the demons of sickness, especially sore throat, swollen glands, and hurting to breathe, in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth…”

But then
I felt a moment of doubt,
(was this really His name? Wouldn’t using his real name
be even more powerful?)
So then I added on His Hebrew name “Yeshua”,
Just in case.

The moment I said those words under my breath, a spiritual door opened up above me through the ceiling, and a large, heavy spirit swung in downwards and arched over me, and suddenly paused right above my head, like some sword of Damocles waiting to fall upon me.

It was about three feet by three feet, and was long, for it still had its body going through my ceiling, and beyond, to wherever it was anchored to. Its color was a dull dark gray, and it reminded me of those statues on Easter Island, all dark granite and slate like. It even had a similar face chiseled into the front of it.

Instinctively, I knew that the demon was very very heavy, for it was made of a very dense and solid stone.

The stone square-like pillar held a man’s dour face on it. The expression on the spirit’s face, opened up, and its stone eyes opened up as well, along with its mouth. Its expression was one of stern and absolute unforgiving total condemnation.

I gasped.

I asked the Holy Spirit within me, what it was, and the answer I received surprised me.

“THE LAW.”

I new right away what had opened such a door for this spirit to enter and attack me. I sensed that I should not have added on the other name of Yeshua. What had I been thinking? The name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth had always worked before, to cast out demons. Why change it?

So under my breath, (I admit I was still a bit scared upon seeing such an opressive spirit,) I asked the Lord to forgive me. The Holy Spirit then told me to cast out the demons of sickness like I usually do, using the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth.

So I did. I also cast out the spirit of the law in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth.

As soon as I stopped speaking, the face of the huge gavel closed back up, and it then swung back up into the place where it had come from.

I gave a huge breath of relief.

The way it left surprised me, for this was the first time an oppressive spirit left my presence (after being cast out,) that did not try to lunge forward to try and get in one more attack.

The Lord then continued to speak to me.

“Did you really think, that saying My name in Hebrew would give you more or better power in casting out demons?”

I heard Him give a slight sigh.

“Oh Ma Petite!
I answer to My name, in WHATEVER language it is spoken in! You speak English, so to you, I am known as Jesus Christ of Nazareth. To others who have a different language, they say it in their own tongue. But to My ears, they are all calling out My name. I know when My name is called upon. Do you really think it matters to me if you say it in Hebrew, Greek, or English?”

“Oh Ma Petite, do not add more translations to My name, or change My name to another tongue, thinking that this will make it more effective! THIS IS THE WAY OF THE LAW, and I have set you free from that burden. Do not go back under it!”

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The next morning, as a confirmation, I came across this article on another blog:

http://brodane.wordpress.com/2012/08/01/driving-out-demons-a-true-sign-of-gods-kingdom/

And during my research, I found a few other web pages that rang true for me in the Spirit, that discuss the different names of our Lord:

http://www.yashanet.com/library/Yeshua_or_Yahshua.htm

http://christianity.about.com/od/faqhelpdesk/f/jesusoryeshua.htm

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“Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.” Acts 4:12, KJV

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