Cast Out The Spirits Of Christmas

(Excerpt from my personal journal on 12-15-11)

We watched a TV show called ‘Glee’,
That showed everyone celebrating Christmas.

The usual holiday songs permeated the hour,
With just a small quoting of scripture in the middle of it,
about the birth of Christ,
(to the shame and embarrassment of the others,)
And then they ended up in a homeless shelter
(as a way to feel better about themselves after the Irish ‘elf’ quoted the scripture
Thereby ‘chastising’ them to be serious.)

I usually wonder at the value of the show in general,
Simply because it has been used as a doorway for satan
To attack me through in the past.
(Bringing back old negative memories,
Focusing on secular thoughts and emotions
-demons-
And painting promiscuity and sin as desirable,
Without revealing the truth of the heartache and pain that comes in its stead.)

But this time I braced myself before I sat down to watch it with my family.

And I had thought I’d be O.K., afterwards.

But I was wrong.

Shortly after we got done watching it, (just a few minutes, really,)
The mood among my family (including me,) suddenly changed.
My oldest son went into self-centeredness,
Me me me me me,
Wanting to do what he wanted to do,
Despite anyone else around them,
And snapping out and talking back
To both me and his father,
Like we hadn’t heard from him in many many months.

And I,
I wasn’t much better.
I reacted like I used to,
With self-righteous anger,
Raising my voice,
While my husband threatened
to take away his computer for the night.

After a short while,
I realized that this behavior
Was caused by demons,
And promptly cast them out from us all in the name of Jesus.
I found my oldest son and hugged him,
And told him that I had cast the demons out from both of us.
Thank You Jesus, mine and my son’s behavior promptly went back to the way it had been before.

It wasn’t until later,
when I had pondered what had caused such a regression into those past behaviors,
That the Holy Spirit gave me His answer, and pointed out the TV show.

“The spirit(s) of Christmas
Are not as friendly and desirable
As they like to portray themselves as,
Are they, ma petite?”

“No!” I thought,
“Not as they are the cause
of such demonic attacks…!”

And then another thought occurred to me.

“Do these holly-day spirits
Attack everyone like this?”

“To many, yes; but not all.
There are also many other kinds of evil spirits
Attached to these ‘holly-days’…”

Sigh.

Going through my God journals of the past,
I come across the times when The Lord would use me
For His glory, His people, and His kingdom,
Throughout the holly-days, even celebrating them,
Thinking they were for YOU JESUS!
Miracles would occur,
Despite
Those spirits of Christmas,
Despite
The pagan ‘Christ mixing with Belial’ aspects of such worship.

“How could You be in
Such pagan practices, Lord?
Does this mean that they were false miracles?
That they were not from You?”

(This opened up such doubts!)

But then the Lord answers me,
“I can use anything
To reach out to My people,
Ma Petite.”

I sensed I was back
To ‘tightening that Belt of Truth
Around me’ again,
And it felt good.

It felt good to know, that despite the spirits of Christmas, God is still in control.

“I love you Jesus…thank you for loving me anyways…*”

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So I am here tonight, to testify, that if you still celebrated Christmas, and you have had fighting, irritability, depression, and greed (or other demons,) break out among your family members,

stop!

Do not run away from home,

decide to get a divorce,

commit suicide,

or give up hope in any way.

Instead,

turn off all the holiday lights,

and cast out the spirits of Christmas (and whatever else satan’s hitting you with,) in Jesus name….

 

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“Do not be unequally yoked together with unbelievers. For what fellowship has righteousness with lawlessness? And what communion has light with darkness? And what accord has Christ with Belial? Or what part has a believer with an unbeliever? And what agreement has the temple of God with idols? For you are the temple of the living God. As God has said: ‘I will dwell in them and walk among them. I will be their God, and they shall be My people.’ Therefore ‘Come out from among them and be separate, says the Lord. Do not touch what is unclean, and I will receive you.’ ‘I will be a Father to you, and you shall be My sons and daughters, says the Lord Almighty.’ Therefore, having these promises, beloved, let us cleanse ourselves from all filthiness of the flesh and spirit, perfecting holiness in the fear of God.” (2 Corinthians 6:14-7:1)

See also:

http://www.ucg.org/doctrinal-beliefs/why-some-christians-dont-celebrate-christmas/

http://www.toolong.com/pages/christmas.htm

http://www.demonbuster.com/christmas.html

http://www.cuttingedge.org/News/n1132.cfm

This link is the first one out of twelve in the complete DVD that Doc Marquis has put on line for all to see:

It is his DVD entitled : ‘America’s Occult Holidays’, and covers much more than just Christmas. (I think he talks about Christmas in part 3.) It is an excellent DVD! (Doc used to celebrate Christmas when he was a satanist…)

http://www.lasttrumpetministries.org/tracts/tract3.html

And last but not least, this is one of my favorites:

The True Meaning Of Christ-Mass:

http://www.lasttrumpetministries.org/tracts/tract4.html

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May the Lord bless you and keep you, and may His face shine down upon you and give you HIS peace!

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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A Deal With The Devil

In the beginning of 1992, I called out for the devil, and he came to me.

We (our family) were driving, and I told my husband that I’d be willing to make a deal with the devil to be a teacher again of cosmetology.

My husband just looked at me in shock. “Woman,” he said, “do you know what you have just said?!”

I thought his comment was a bit off; my husband had never referred to me simply as ‘woman’, especially when we were together in the same place.

But that odd warning did nothing to stop me. “Well I would!” I replied to his glare. The silence in the car was deafening, and we both felt a little uncomfortable, but I soon forgot all about it.

Until that night.

I was almost asleep, (or was I already asleep?) when he came. He called me, and I asked the voice who he was.

He said “you know who I am; you called for me.”

I sat up in bed and looked over to the left where I had heard the voice come from. It was hard to see much of anything, for the room was filled with clouds and smoke. But then there were two spots of pure bright white light that shone out from the corner of the room. These lights were perfectly circular, and sat next to each other horizontally like snake eyes. Looking into his eyes was like looking into a slice of leftover heaven, bright, peaceful, pure, and white.

But that was the only part of him that reminded me of heaven.

As I stared at the two white lights, a grayish-white smoke swirled all around them, and then began to swirl even further into the room.
This gray-white smoke then parted for just a moment, and I caught a glimpse of what looked like the middle part of a long tail, covered with shiny reflective scales. The very top of the snake body was dark green in color, the sides were a lighter green, and the belly had a yellow-green mixture of scales that slowly turned into a stripe of pale beige in the center. It moved like a snake, pushing its belly forward, so it could rest its neck and eyes above it. When the smoke swirled to cover him there, another area opened up to my view. This area was closer to its eyes, and I could see a pair of very small thin arms with hands on the end of them, similar to the ones found on the T-rex dinosaur, protruding from the underside and side of its form. As the smoke swirled about him, I could see that the body was long, and went on beyond my sight. But it never revealed its face to me. Just those startling and hauntingly beautiful eyes.

He spoke to me then, and asked me for the soul of my youngest boy, telling me that in exchange, he would let me teach again, and even be a director of the nearby school. He somehow had transported us into my youngest son’s bedroom; I could see him below me sleeping peacefully, but I could not touch him or protect him from this devil.

But with this one, my answer was easy.

“No!”

But then, knowingly, the devil pulled me into my older son’s bedroom. I seen my eldest son lying on his mattress, fast asleep. I dreaded the next question from satan, as I already knew what his question would be. How did he know my weakness so well? It was as if he had calculatingly discerned, to ask me for my youngest son first, KNOWING I would say no, and then turning to my oldest son, in the hopes that I would capitulate on him and then seal the deal.

My first born son had been born with disabilities, ones that made it harder to love him. He disobeyed more often than not, and was prone to violent temper tantrums, often striking out and injuring those closest to him. He disliked being held or touched, and often seemed to live in a world of his own. I had spent many hours in tears over him, figuring that he would probably one day end up in prison.

THIS was the child satan had wanted in exchange from the first!

And so satan turned to me, and asked me for his soul, in exchange for my teaching position.

I floated over his toddler bed, watching him pull in his breath, and letting it out, for several moments. Oh how peaceful he now looked!

Satan sensed my weakness at such a long pause, and came towards me, pushing me harder to give him the answer he desired.

But there was one thought that entered my head at that moment, one that made me really doubt all my previous assumptions about my oldest child.

Satan was ASKING me for his soul. That meant it was not yet his! (Yes, there were many times I had wondered if he was already of satan; his behavior was that bad!) But if satan had to come to me to ask me for my son’s soul, that meant that there was REAL HOPE for him in the future! For why would satan try to bargain for a soul that he knew would soon be his anyways? He wouldn’t waste his time on it. I KNEW this, as sure as I was still breathing.

Then I knew that if there was the slightest chance of my eldest son ever coming to Christ, then I could not sell his soul to satan for anything. No matter what his behavior was, he was still precious, and he was still the child that I had so longed for, for so many years. This was the one that I had promised God, that I would love as my own, no matter what.

So as satan pressed in again for my answer, I told him “No!”

I thought that this would be the end of it, but satan kept on, nagging me, over and over and over again, trying to convince me to hand over his soul as payment for the desired favor. I told satan to leave, but he refused.

After several hours of this, I lost my temper, and yelled at him, that I would NEVER sell my children’s soul to him for ANYTHING!
At that, the devil paused.

And I thought, ‘at last! He will leave me now!’, but he did not.

Instead, he changed his offer.

Suddenly, we were back in my bedroom, with satan still floating above me. I was no longer in my bed, but found that I had gotten down on my knees on the floor by my bedside.

He then whispered to me, in that sly, knowing voice of his, -it sounded like a hiss that formed into words, never shouting or loosing patience,- that he would get rid of my migraines, if I only promised him my soul when I died.

My first response, was “No.”

But then he pressed upon my head, and forcibly reminded me of the pain of those horrible migraines. I would get them so bad that I would want to kill myself, but as soon as I would reach that point, the pain would be so severe, that I had no strength left within me to take my own life. Day after day, year after year, I lived in a cycle of never-ending migraine pain.

Again I told him, “no!,” but it was a weaker no, and he sensed this right away.

So he pressed in again and again, hoping I would change my answer and agree to his bargain.

I sat there, at the side of my bed, struggling just to hold my head up in its pain.

And then from seemingly afar off, I began to hear voices. I looked down onto the ground, from where they seemed to originate from, and found that the floor where I sat was no longer a solid unbroken foundation, but a crack had opened up beside me, that allowed me a glimpse into hell.

The voices were all crying out at the same time, howling in their pain and anguish. But this is not what struck me the hardest.

What hit me the hardest was the incredible, overpowering, hollow insatiable HUNGER. It was a living, moving entity, there in the pit before me. It consumed all souls in its grip and would never let go. It was HOLLOW and INSATIABLE.

Hunger for water, hunger for food, hunger for sleep, hunger for healing, hunger for companionship, hunger for ANYTHING and everything, that a human being would ever desire. But the fulfillment for it was not there. Only the HUNGER for it was there. And it NEVER ENDED. I knew it never would.

I could feel the heat from below rising up to my face. I could feel and smell the thick pungent smoke as it followed the searing heat upwards. And above all, was that insatiable, never satisfied spirit of HUNGER.

I backed away from the edge of the abyss, and shouted to the devil my answer.

“No! Now go away!”

But he remained.

The crack leading below closed up, and my floor looked as it did before.

But still satan would not leave me.

I could tell that many hours had passed, since satan had come to speak to me. (The clock on my nightstand told me this,) but still he would not leave me alone.

He nagged, over and over and over and over and over again, for me to change my answer.

But my answer remained the same.

“No! Never! Now get out of here! Leave me alone!”

But he remained.

I told him then, that he should never have appeared to me, for now I KNEW, without a shadow of doubt that God DOES exist! (For how could this earth survive something so evil as this worm without Him?!)

But he simply shrugged this off in total apathy, and continued to tempt me.

Then I suddenly remembered someone telling me, that all evil spirits run from Jesus name, so I yelled out “JESUS! JESUS HELP ME! JESUS!”

And then the devil and all his smoke disappeared from my bedroom in the blink of an eye.

I found that my husband had awoken with my screaming, and was reaching out to comfort me from across the bed, to where I was still crouched on the floor. He wanted to know why I had called out for the Lord.

So I told him.
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I share my testimony with you today, because I sense that there will be those out there in the future, who may think about making their own deal with the devil. They may wish to make such a bargain, for something as basic as even having some food to eat. BUT KNOW THIS: THERE WILL NEVER BE ANYTHING WE WILL ENDURE ON THIS EARTH THAT WILL EVEN COME CLOSE TO BEING WORTH AN ETERNITY IN HELL!
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Matthew 13:42 “And shall cast them into a furnace of fire: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth.”
Ps 86:13 For great is thy mercy toward me: and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell.
Pr 15:24 The way of life is above to the wise, that he may depart from hell beneath.
Revelation 14:11 “And the smoke of their torment goes up forever and ever; and they have no rest day and night, those who worship the beast and his image, and whoever receives the mark of his name.”
Matthew 10:28 “And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. But rather fear Him who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.”
Mark 8:36, “For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?”
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