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.

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Lay Hands Suddenly On No Man

A Cursed Place

My husband and our oldest son went to help out another Christian man. He just got out of prison, having been sent there for several months, due to stealing, threatening someone, and resisting arrest. He was drunk at the time.

Now, his first day out, he needed help in moving his stuff to his new place.

When they arrived at the place of this man’s old home, they found the place full of evil statues and other cursed items.

My son sensed the deep evil of the place; he sensed that witches had been there.

He struggled to complete the work, and asked his father if he could stop, for the spirits he sensed in the place was overwhelming for him. Alas, his father refused him, so he had to continue. He did the best he could, with his heart crying out from all the pain from the evil in the place.

When he arrived home, I could clearly see that he had been affected by them. He told me he had a spiritually horrible day, and that he had came from a place that reminded him of hell. Immediately I stopped what I was doing, and went to go bless him with the blessed olive oil. I cast out the demons from him, and asked the Lord to fill him with His peace.

The wildness and horror that had been there before slowly left his eyes, and he calmed back down.

I then went to go bless my husband.

He seemed angry at all the fuss, and did not understand what the big deal was.

My husband knew the procedure well, but this time seemed resentful of it having to take place. (I sensed he wanted to argue instead.)

I got the blessed olive oil, and went to make the sign of the cross at the base of his throat like I have done so many times before, but this time, as soon as the blessed olive oil and my finger touched his skin, I felt the demons come rushing out of him, to fly through me.

Anger, GREAT violence, disgusting filth, perversion, unrelenting sorrow, blackness, secrecy, fear, pagan idol worship, (that came from someone’s past family demons,) sorcery, divining, and two principality demons that came from the land that they had been on.

Thirteen demons that I could name.

I barely finished casting them out from him, for I was in shock at what had just happened. Never before had the demons from within another, come rushing out to fly through me. I stood there, looking at my husband, and I could tell that the demons had indeed left him, for the look in his eyes were back to normal, and the expression in his face was one of gentle remorse and concern.

But then I suddenly realized, that not all had gone through me. Some had gone in and remained.

I can’t even begin to fully describe such a horrible feeling; knowing that there were such filthy demons in me. Filthy, and unrelenting sorrow, were the demons that had remained in me.

The filthy one is what I sensed first; it made me want to go take a shower so I could scrub it off of me. It was truly horrible. Only a few times before, had I sensed such demons. Of those times, they always came from practicing Satanists or illuminati witches. But never before did I have one attack me.

Then the demon of unrelenting sorrow hit me next, and I began to cry in earnest.

I ran out of the room, and asked one of my other kids (the one who can see so clearly into that unseen world,) to please come and bless me. He had heard of what had happened, and came immediately. He then blessed me. As soon as his finger touched me with the blessed olive oil on it, the two demons of filth and unrelenting sorrow left me. This time, my crying turned to one of great relief, and I explained what had happened. I then asked him if the demons were now gone, or if they had gone into him. He said that they were now gone, and that they had not troubled him.

Just to be sure, we bound up and cast out any other demons on our property. Then I praised the Lord, thanking Him.

I went and told my husband what had happened, and then we hugged each other. His behavior reassured me that they were gone from him.

Then I realized that we should probably go bless the cars that we had used to help this man move his things.

I blessed both of them, and asked for the angels of the Lord to once again fill them and protect all who ride within them.

Then I had my son to come out to check to see if anything remained.

He sensed something was still in the car, and was able to discover its location by the irritating waves it gave off. It was a piece of reflector plastic that is used on a bike to make sure that it is seen by other cars at night. Apparently it had fallen off when it was being transported to his new place. My son gave it to his father, who threw it out in the garbage.

This was not the way to properly dispose of such things, (Burning it and then breaking it is,) so I went back out to see if I could retrieve it and dispose of it properly. But I was unable to find the piece amongst all the other garbage, so I blessed the garbage can and then claimed in the name of Jesus, that any demons attached to this item would be bound up and unable to affect anything on our property. In two days, the item and the garbage was gone. (It was removed when the weekly garbage truck picked it up and brought it to the dump.)

I keep thinking of this poor man, who must be just filled with demons, having lived in such an unclean place for months on end. His basic items had even become cursed, from staying at such an unclean place for so long. .I have no doubt, that it was some of these demons that had attacked him, and then caused him to steal and threaten another. He was staying there with another man, whom he believed had stolen from him, so he broke into his room to steal back from him. He had been drinking at the time, which did not help matters at all. (They do not call liquor ‘spirits’ for nothing!) The guy called the police and had him arrested, but he resisted by bashing out the side window of the police car with his feet.

So here he is, a Christian, puzzled and a bit angry at God for letting this happen to him. He has no understanding of his part in it at all. I strongly believe that saying at such a cursed place caused all these awful things to happen to him. He had gotten sober before moving into that place, and was on the road to recovery. But that cursed property and those cursed items stopped his forward progress.

I asked my eldest son what he had seen there, that caused him to feel that the place was so cursed. He told me that he seen statues of dogs with wings on them, dream catchers, gargoyles, several of the goat of mendez, various painted skulls – human and animal, and statues of Indians there. What he found so odd, was all the many photographs posted up on the walls. He sensed that they were family photos of the owner of the house, and that the photos were old (even though they were color photos,) and that these people no longer lived there, and that the family had broken up some time ago. This was confirmed some time later, when we learned more about the owner of that home.

I can not help but wonder if all the cursed items and the cursed land contributed to the break up of the family that had once lived there.

I really learned from this experience, the importance of binding up the demons FIRST, before casting them out. For some reason, I had forgotten to do this, when casting them out of my husband. The bible tells us:

“Lay hands suddenly on no man…” (1 Timothy 5:22, GNV)

Now I know why!

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Deuteronomy 7:25-26 states, “The graven images of their gods shall ye burn with fire: thou shalt not desire the silver or gold that is on them, nor take it unto thee, lest thou be snared therein: for it is an abomination to the Lord thy God. Neither shalt thou bring an abomination into thine house, lest thou be a cursed thing like it: but thou shalt utterly detest it, and thou shalt utterly abhor it; for it is a cursed thing.”

I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes: I hate the work of them that turn aside; it shall not cleave to me. Psalm 101:3

Acts 19:18-19 says “And many that believed came, and confessed, and shewed their deeds. Many of them also which used curious arts brought their books together, and burned them before all men: and they counted the price of them, and found it fifty thousand pieces of silver.”

Here is an interesting link I came across recently, that I’d like to share with you:
http://bibleresources.org/spiritually-cleansing-home/
(It lists some cursed items that I missed in my previous post, on keeping our homes spiritually clean.)

May the blood of Jesus cover you dear reader, and may the Lord Jesus Christ bless you and keep you, may His face shine before you and give you His PEACE!

House Of The Rising Sun

I will need your help with this one dear Christian reader. Is there anyone out there who has been given the gift of interpretation?

For at least the past two weeks, I have awoken to this song playing in my head. This has not been pleasant for me, for it is a song I have detested since I was a young child. It seemed so depressing for me to hear, even back then.

But now, to keep hearing it over and over again in my mind, even during the day, well, it started to trouble me.

Finally, when I went to the Lord about it, and asked Him why He was having me awake to this song over and over again, His response was “Well, when are you going to post it on the web site?”

I already knew it was not a message for me or my family in particular, but was instead a message for America in general. But I had no idea what the message was in the song’s lyrics. So I replied, “But Lord! I don’t even know what it all means!”

“You don’t need to,” He replied back to me. “I will give the interpretation to others; they will know what it means. Go ahead. Put it forth.”

So, I share this with you, in the hopes that someone out there will have the interpretation of this song, in relation to America and its people, and to the rest of the world.

The video:

The lyrics:

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I’m one

My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin’ man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I’m goin’ back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I’m one

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The original version of the song, which is a bit different from the popular version, is listed here:
http://www.risingsunbnb.com/the-song

For some history on the song:
http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=439

The Lord told me that the name of the band is to be considered, (The Animals,) as well as their original video, where they walk around the stage, almost as if they are trying to represent the inevitability of the path of life. (It kind of reminded me of the stations of the cross, but that just might be my Catholic past showing.) In the background of their video, there are these white posts, that almost look like street posts, or even sides of buildings, possibly representing different paths that they could have chosen. Even the coloring of the background, and what they are wearing is to be considered.

The logical side of me has a few ideas for the interpretation, but they are from me, and not necessarily from the Lord, so I will not share them yet. I am really hoping that the Lord will give the interpretation to someone else who reads this, and they will post a response.

May the blood of Jesus Christ cover you dear reader,
C. Dunamis

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