Enveloping Me In His Wings

One of my sons called me in the middle of the day, so I knew something was up.

“Mom!” he exclaimed, “Something weird happened here. I wasn’t feeling well, and felt God telling me to skip class and to go down into the basement of the library. So I did. When I got there, I didn’t understand why God had told me to go there. He told me to stay there and wait.”

“Then I watched this girl come in, which surprised me, for hardly anyone ever goes into the basement of this place. And then I seen that she was wearing the clothing of a muslim. She had her prayer mat with her, which she placed down on the floor and then kneeled down on.”

“As soon as she started speaking, great hoards of demons rushed in from all directions towards her. I felt very dizzy, and could feel their heat. They were huge, and were just like that other time in the classroom, where I seen that muslim demon backing up the teacher. However, this time, they had other spirits with them as well. Some were animals, but mostly looked like very large giant fighting men. Violence was all around them. There were black flames encircling them, and terror rushed through the building. Oh mom! I can really understand why some of their followers become willing to martyr themselves! The demons of terror are so very strong in this religion! I had to fight to just stay there and to not turn and run away! But the Lord wanted me to stay there, so I stayed there.”

“When the demons seen me, they started attacking me. The angels around me were really angry, and trying to defend me from them. I pulled out my cell phone, brought up the bible scripture app, and started reciting my favorite scriptures, like psalm 91 and Jeremiah 29:11. This calmed the angels a bit, and seemed to give them increased strength to continue the fight.”

“I could hear her praying to her god. She asked that her family be blessed, and for some other things I could not quite hear. Then I heard the demons say “Yes! We can do that for her!”. Then I heard the woman begin to pray again, though this time I could not make out what she was saying. But this is when the Lord told me to say psalm 91 out loud under my breath. I realized then, that while I prayed, whatever she asked for, she would receive the opposite instead. I sensed her asking for something bad to succeed, but knew that because of my quoting the scriptures, it would fail.”

“Oh mom, I felt so uncomfortable there! You know how it is when I am around roman catholics; I feel irritated. And when I am around saatanists or witches, I feel unbalanced and uneasy. Well around muslims, I felt sheer undiluted terror! I did not want to be there at all! I was afraid that the Lord would keep me there the whole time, but after a while, he told me it was O.K. to go.”

“Frustratingly, the only way out was by her. But there was an angel, one with no wings and somewhat smaller in size, that led me out. Another angel, much larger and with a wide wingspan, had his back towards me, enveloping me in his wings, while facing his shield and sword outwards towards the enemy so he could do battle if they attacked. Together, we made it out safely.”

“Oh mom,” he said, “I had no idea that I would run into something like this on campus! I have seen other muslims before, I even have some in my classes, but they didn’t have these kinds of demons on them! Though,” he said as an afterthought, “They didn’t seem like they were really into their religion either. One guy I spoke to, said he is a muslim only because his family forces him to be one. He himself wasn’t that into it. So maybe that’s why I didn’t sense too many demons on him.” She paused, thinking further. “I think it was the act of worship, that really brought out the demons.”

“You know mom,” he said to me, “sometimes it feels like there is a big battle going on over this campus. The hindus and their gods, the muslims and their god, the gays – yes I know they are not a religion, but they still have their own set of demons on them-, the buddhists, the athiests, they are all vying to gain ultimate control over the campus. They are all trying to gain power over it, so it can be their own little principality.”

I asked him if the demons ever unite with each other, to be able to gain more ground.

“No,” he answered. “Only a few times when they want to fight off the Christians. But for the most part, they are each out for themselves.”

This was a surprise to me. I had thought that satan would command his troops to work more together, to take over the land. I guess he didn’t feel it was needed.

Weeks later, we heard of a murderous rampage At Ohio State University by a muslim that was stopped. My son sensed that this is what the woman’s prayers had been used by the demons for. But Psalm 91, God’s Word, stopped it from succeeding. The only deaths from that attack, was the attacker himself. Reports described the man as behaving oddly while the attack was taking place. I have no doubt that at that moment, he was posessed by demons and not in control of himself.

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Watch: Victim from OSU attack speaks, officials share other victims’ conditions

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Isaiah 41:10 (KJV) “Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.”

2 Thessalonians 3:2 (KJV) “And that we may be delivered from unreasonable and wicked men: for all [men] have not faith.”

Micah 2:1 (KJV) “Woe to them that devise iniquity, and work evil upon their beds! when the morning is light, they practise it, because it is in the power of their hand.”

Psalms 34:21 (KJV) “Evil shall slay the wicked: and they that hate the righteous shall be desolate.”

Psalm 91:9-12 (KJV) “Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation;
There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling. For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.”

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 Football Field

(Continued from https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2016/11/04/still-here/)

The dream begins with me running on a football field, holding a football. This in itself, surprised me, for I detest football. It was not something I would do, yet there I was, running with the ball. I had a general idea of where the end goal posts were, and I knew I was running in the right direction.

There was no one else on the field that I could see; no one from my team, and no one from the opposing team.

It was in the dead of night, extremely cold, and it was snowing so bad that at times you couldn’t see more than a foot ahead. The wind howled and blew in gusts, swirling about, making mesmerizing patterns in the air. The playing field still had the big lights on, but they seemed to struggle to cut through all the swirling depths of snow.

I suddenly realized, that I did not have to do what I was doing, so I stopped.

I looked up into the bleachers, and could see about a dozen or so people out there. I sensed there were a few more in the bleachers that were out of my line of sight, but that the rest of the fans had given up supporting the game and had gone home because of the severe weather.

I felt very cold and very alone.

Then as I looked towards the other side of the field, I saw a bus depot. I starred at it. Every now and then I could feel the warmth from its doors gust out towards my face. It looked warm and bright, cheery and good.

So I dropped the ball where I stood, and went into the bus depot.

The warmth there felt wonderful!

I sat there on one of their benches, and watched as loads of people would arrive in a bus, and then transfer themselves onto another bus that would take them on to heaven.

Oh the stories they shared were amazing! They all talked among themselves, explaining from where they had come and how they had got there. The bus driver always interacted with them, and seemed to be very happy with what he heard. There were smiles and oohs and ahs, as the people shared their stories. I listened with rapt attention, whenever a bus rolled in.

As I sat there on the bench and waited for my turn to get on the bus, I faced the football field. The door was as big as a single garage door, and was made of metal. For what seemed like ages, the door remained steadfastly open. But then one day I noticed that the door was slowly closing.

The scene upon the field never changed; every once and a while I’d feel a gust of that frigid cold weather upon my face and shiver. I’d look out into the darkness, but I could not see anyone else out there.

One day I noticed that the door had only a foot or so left to go before being fully closed. But I didn’t care. I had long ago decided never to go back out into that mess again. I had no doubt that where I was, was the best place to be.

A while later, (which seemed like many days without end,) the door finally clicked shut.

The days then seemed to extend on forever, me watching those happy revelers climb onto the bus bound for heaven, and wondering when It would be my turn to get on.

Finally, when I was beginning to wonder if it would ever be my turn, they called my name.

I walked up into the bus, expecting to be able to share my story with everyone else on the bus, but there was only one other person on that bus besides me and the bus driver, and she sat huddled down in the very back, and was unwilling to talk to me. The bus driver also refused to talk with me; he couldn’t even bring himself to look at me.

Then I realized with a pang, that he was ASHAMED of me!

As the bus began to depart from the depot, I woke up.
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1 Corinthians 9:24-27 ESV “Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? So run that you may obtain it. Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.”

Isaiah 40:31 ESV “But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.”

Matthew 24:13 ESV “But the one who endures to the end will be saved.”
TO BE CONTINUED…