A Miracle: I Survived The Bite Of A Black Widow Spider

(FYI: Nothing in this missive is to be taken as medical advice. If you are in need, go to the Great Physician.)

It was in the middle of the summer, and the temperature had soared to over a hundred degrees every day for the past three weeks. Our puny little air conditioner could never seem to keep up with the heat. I was getting sick of it. Literally.

So when my husband told me that it was going to be another blistering day, I decided to take my paperwork and go downstairs to sit by the air conditioner.

But the Holy Spirit told me no. “Stay up here and work,” He told me.

But I became angry at the command. “No!” I said in response. “I am sick and tired of being so hot all the time! I’m getting a break from it!”

So I took my work and went downstairs.

It was much cooler there. I sat at the table (this was the school table where we did our work during the week,) and felt relieved as I felt the cool breeze on my skin.

Then I felt something crawling on my leg. I thought it must be the fly that had been in the kitchen earlier. I felt the Holy Spirit tell me to look and make sure, but once again, I foolishly ignored Him. Without looking, I used my other foot to brush it off my leg.

That night, began one of the worst nights of my life. My heart pounded like it was trying to escape my chest, and every time I tried to lay down, I felt my lungs fill up with fluid till I had to sit up just to breathe. My head ached, and I felt almost like I had a severe case of the flu.

For three days, I was intensely ill.

I went back to the Lord and begged for His forgiveness, and asked Him to have mercy on me and help me. I push prayed until I heard Him give me directions. He told me not to go to the hospital, but instead was to take a certain number of vitamin C’s, B vitamins, and calcium pills, and to repeat this as He instructed.

I told Him that I could not, for I had run out of calcium pills several days ago, and was waiting for the shipment to arrive any day.

“Go look,” He said.

“It’s not there, Lord! I’d just be wasting my energy!”

“GO LOOK!”, He insisted.

Sigh. I knew my God was not going to give up. So I said “Fine! I’ll go look!”

It wasn’t where I usually keep it; it was sitting right at eye level, in front of the other bottles of assorted vitamins.

I was amazed. I figured that my husband had probably seen the shipment, and had begun unpacking it for me, but got called away before he could put them all away.

I thanked God, took the medicine, and slowly started to feel better.

A week later, and I was still suffering from the strange symptoms. So I went to the doctor.

He listened to my symptoms, looked at my swollen leg, (It looked like I had a half a grapefruit hiding under the skin,) and promptly diagnosed me with a black widow spider bite. He said I was fortunate that I had survived the poison, but that there was little he could do for me now, as the worst of the danger had passed. (The anti-venom was contraindicated this late in the game.)

So I went home, and researched on line what one could do for a black widow spider bite. To my amazement, one web site suggested taking large doses of vitamin C, B vitamins, and calcium, every few hours.

I thanked my husband for putting the bottle of calcium in my closet, but he said he didn’t do it. “Maybe one of the boys did it,” he replied. I figured he must be right.

But a week later, I got a notice in my email from the supplier of those calcium pills. “We are sorry to inform you, that the product you ordered has not yet shipped out, because it is still on back order…”

I was shocked. I went back into the closet to stare at the bottle of calcium pills. They looked no different from what I usually use. They were the same brand and dose as I usually keep on hand. But I took them and hugged them to my chest, and thanked God for sending them to me. When they ran out, I wanted to keep the bottle to remember it by, but the Lord said it might become an idol and that I was not to keep it, so I threw it out.

The symptoms lasted for close to a year. It is not something I would wish upon another living thing, ever.

This last night of Hanukkah, we remember what the Lord Jesus has done for us. This was one of them.

May you be blessed abundantly by the Lord God of all,
C. Dunamis

Advertisements

My Betrothed Returns!

A Dream… 

 

I was in a place, where the surroundings looked almost medieval,
Where swords, shields, bows and arrows were mostly used,
Amongst old pyramid-like stone structures, caves, and castles.

A major fight was going on within the compound that I was in,
A fight between good and evil.
This fight, felt like it had been going on for a millennia or more.
I was the next one in line
To pick up my sword and fight the evil that kept attacking us.
I was a young woman, still in the bloom of my youth,
Lean, toned, clear skinned, and long flowing hair,
Dressed in a warriors’ garb,
I was reasonably attractive au natural,
And was told this was due to the genes of my forefather.

I knew I had become a good fighter, for now the evil ruler
(set or shiva; its name could change through out the years,
But it was the same demon ruler of darkness, destruction, and death) 
Sent groups of his fighters to attack me,
instead of just one or two at a time.
Ugly they were: a mix of various demons,
Some like a goblin or a gargoyle,
Others like a chimera, half animal half insect,
Whatever their form or shape.
I had learned how to recognize what they looked like,
And could even sense where they were,
even when they thought themselves well hidden,
and could defend myself well, when they attacked.
They usually tried attacking me with their bow and arrows.
Those creatures who were large enough
And high up in the enemy’s camp,
Had swords of their own,
Some even had their own unique weapons
Devised just for them to use.
The swords of the enemies though larger,
were not as strong as mine,
And were often more blunt, bent, and dull.
(Deadly however, if ignored!)
So, like a heroine in a medieval movie,
I kept clearing them out of the areas that we lived in,
And off of the land that our clan owned.

When I managed to slice through them
Or pierce them with my sword,
They would shriek, hiss, and howl,
Before turning quickly to ash vapor
And disappearing from our world.

Sometimes I would have help
In fighting them off
From other warriors in our camp,
But most of the time,
There was enough evil around to always keep each one of us
Busy fighting off our own attacks.

I was in one of the rooms, (a bedroom?)
Fighting off the last of a lower caste hoard of demons,
(they used mostly bow and arrows to attack,)
I turned to go out of the room
And into the next fighting area,
When I suddenly seen a great and handsome warrior
Standing before me.

Tall, broad shouldered, with steady brown eyes,
Dressed also as a warrior from our clan,
He was so handsome, that I paused, impressed,
And simply starred at him.
Inwardly, I sensed, just for a moment,
that there was something about him that seemed slightly familiar,
something that perhaps I should know,
but I quickly cast the thought out of my mind,
as probably being a trick of the enemy,
for it would not be the first time that this kind of deception
had been played upon my people. 

As he stood there expectantly,
I moved forward to walk past him,
But he reached out and tried to grab my arm,
And said “I’m back! Come!”

Shock, (how dare he!) roiled through me,
And I immediately moved my silver sword
So it came between me and him.

I expected him to back off,
for if he was of the enemy, such a sword would cause fear in him,
but instead, his head moved slightly back and his eyes blinked.
But the rest of him remained unmoved.

“In case you haven’t noticed,” I said to him,
“there’s a war going on around here.
So if you really are on our side,
Pick up your sword and fight!”

His arm lowered then, and he took a step back from me.
“You really don’t recognize me, do you?” he asks.

The sound of an impending fresh attack nearby,
Wailed its arrival through the door.

“I know what will help you to remember,” he says. “Follow me.”
He motioned out towards the hallway,
Towards an alcove just a short distance from the door.

I followed,
For all the fighting action was now outside the room anyways,
And I was curious to see what he had to show me.

We came to the alcove,
Where the statue of a false god, an old idol,
Lay broken on its back.
It was shiva the god of death,
The one who brings destruction and darkness,
The one who was defeated long ago by our King.

“Do you remember what happened here?” he asked me.
“Of course,” I responded. “Our great King sacrificed himself
So he could descend into the underworld and defeat lord shiva.” 

“Look,” he said, bending down to touch the bronze statue.

And as I watched, his touch turned the charred bronze statue
Into a small white crumbling biscuit.
He then picked it up, broke off a piece of its foot,
And handed it to me.

“I can’t take that,” I responded to him with wariness.
“It’s from an idol. We have been told to stay away from such evil.”

But he still held it out to me.
“eat it,” he said, “and then you will remember.”

It seemed different somehow,
Transformed upon his touch,
And no longer seemed to be from the idol.
So I took it from him,
And looked at it closely.
It was of a pure white color in the center,
And lightly browned on the outside.
It was covered with rows of stripes
With dotted indentations in between them.
I could not see nor feel nor smell any evil coming from it at all.

At that moment,
The enemy rounded the corner into our area,
And tried to renew its attack on us in earnest.

But this regiment was no match for the man warrior
That had just given me the biscuit to eat.
I watched him lay waste to scores of them at a time
With just one slash of his sword.

As he pursued the enemy,
he called forth a rallying cry to the rest of our clan,
“Come! Let’s go!”
to all who were able to hear.

Upon seeing this,
I took the crumbling piece of biscuit in to my mouth and chewed.
I gasped, and then swallowed it,
As shock flooded my whole being.

This man…he was my fiancée, by beloved!

I ran after him,
And soon caught up to him,
With the battle still all around us.

“You are my fiancée, my betrothed!” I said to him
With shock and accusation in my voice.
I went up to him and tried to grab some of his top into my fist,
so I could pull him closer to me,
but the enemy attack came between us,
So my beloved had to turn and fight them off.

“How come you didn’t just tell me you were my betrothed?!”

“Would you have believed me if I had?”

My shoulders slumped, realizing my answer. “No,” I sighed.

The fighting continued all around us,
But at this point, my focus was not so much on fighting off the enemy,
It was on my beloved. 

I chose my fights with purpose,
Battling out the ones that were between me and my beloved,
So I could get closer to him.

As I did so, I told him that I had been waiting for such a long time for him to return,
That I had almost begun to despair of him ever coming back!
I shared with him, how tiresome it had become for me,
To keep fighting the enemy daily, hourly, without much reprieve.

At this point, we had created a break in the fighting,
So I was finally able to run into his arms.
Oh! The feel of his warmth and comfort!
Strongly shielded in his embrace
It felt so good to be held by him again,
I almost forgot about the battle going on around me!

But the moment was short lived,
For the enemy then came down upon us from above,
Crashing down on top of us, spears and arrows pointing at us.
We surely would have been killed,
except for the strength and fast reflexes of my beloved,
who was able to lift up his shield at the last moment,
and provide a shelter for us underneath it.

For a moment there, under his shield, there was complete peace.

When the weight of the enemy began to grow heavy,
he gave one mighty shove upwards,
Which caused all the demons to tumble back and fall.

He then grabbed my hand again,
Pulled me back onto my feet,
And together we ran out the door.
I then woke up.

****

Three Idol-Encased Demons

 
When my mother-in-law passed away, some of her old stuff was shipped out to us in case we might want it. In this box, were some statues and trinkets that she had purchased as souvenirs from her travels. One of them, was an all-white porcelain statue of a Chinese geisha girl, holding out her arms and hands in a peculiar way. One of the hands looked like it may have at one time been broken off and temporarily repaired, so I was wondering if I should apply a permanent fix to it, or if it was even worth saving at all.

As I was holding it, I began to feel vaguely uncomfortable with it, and wondered if it was spiritually o.k. or not to keep. So I asked my kids for a second opinion. 

One shrugged and said they had sensed something evil about it at first, but as that feeling quickly went away, they couldn’t be real sure. So they went to see if there was more information on it over the internet.

My oldest son however, wanted it out of the house immediately. He said he could hear foreign voices coming from the statue, singing and chanting in tongues, and he knew that they were demons. As the minutes went by, he became more and more distressed over it, because their voices were getting louder and louder, and more threatening.

So I decided to bless it with our blessed olive oil and claim it in the name of Jesus. As soon as the blessing oil touched the statue, my oldest said the demons were shrieking and howling in pain and anger, and were coming out of the statue. But they soon went back to their odd chanting and singing, this time even louder than before. My internet searcher then reports back to me, telling me that this statue is an actual demon goddess that people in China pray to, in their homes. My oldest interrupts to say that he felt the Holy Spirit telling him that we NEED to get rid of the statue, NOW.

At that point, one of the demons physically attacked my son. It threw him down onto the stairs, (as he tried to run away,) and then wrapped its tendrils around his throat and tried to choke him, while another smaller one sat on his chest to try and silence him by suffocating him. My kids could only stare at the demons, unable to move or speak, frozen in fear and terror, as they watched them viciously attack their older brother. (This was odd behavior for some of them; normally they don’t let them spook them, they simply cast them out in the name of Jesus.) It sounded horrible; I could hear my son’s screams of sheer terror; he kept repeating over and over: “NO! DON’T LET IT TAKE ME! GET IT OFF OF ME! MOM!! HELP ME!” And then a moment later, ”PLEASE! GET RID OF THE STATUE!!! NOW!!!!”, as he tried to claw away at his own neck the suffocating strangle hold of the demon’s grip. I looked into my son’s eyes, and could see the absolute panic and terror that he was feeling reflecting out from them. But I myself could not see any demon at all; all I could see were strange markings of something around his neck, and his face grow red and bulge as he kept struggling and gasping to pull in a breath of air.

At first I looked for the obvious signs of a ‘too-tight’ shirt collar, or anything else that might have caused such a reaction, and a part of me couldn’t help but wonder if my son was just faking it to get attention. Till I looked up and seen all the eyes of my children starring at the same demons that was on top of him in horror. They were all starring at the demons, not at my son. Then I knew it was indeed real.

I cried out for my husband, (who had heard all the commotion and had been wondering what was going on, but had remained downstairs working on his computer,) and asked him to quickly take the statue and “get it out of this house!”

So he came up and took the statue outside. Meanwhile I went and grabbed my book entitled “Prayers that rout demons”, (scriptures and prayers based on them that are indexed for immediate battle-ready use,) and started claiming them out loud, and casting out in Jesus name whatever was attacking my son. I had to shout them out, and say them with great energy. I could then slightly sense the demon sneer at me, as it seemingly loosened its grip on my son and disappeared.

So I asked the kids if they still felt the demons, and one told me that they could still hear them, and another told me they could see the thin black ropes, coming from the outside, still trying to attack us.

I asked the child that seen the thin black ropes where they were coming from, and was pointed towards the window, on the left side. We go outside, following the trails of black rope, not knowing where their father had put the statue, (he was back downstairs working again,) and were led directly to the statue, right where the lines were seen to be coming from. 

I took the statue, and along with my kids, went down to the fire pit. We built up a fire, lit it, and when we thought it was going strong enough, we put the statue in it.

Within the next minute or so, the fire went out.

So we rebuilt the fire, this time making it bigger and stronger, right on top of the statue. It was not easy. This was a fire that for some reason did not want to burn. But I asked the Lord to please help us with the fire, so it got going pretty good. Ten to fifteen minutes later, the fire around the statue had dissipated, leaving the rest of the fire around it still burning. We kicked the rest of the fire out, and I went to go pick up the statue with a stick, figuring it was now way too hot to hold. But the Holy Spirit told me to go ahead and pick it up with my bare hands.

It was icy cold. Not a single blemish or smear of soot had disfigured it.

My eldest son cried out to me again, asking me to smash it, but I was already one step ahead of him. I was trying to find a brick to smash it with, but most near me were still way too hot from the fire to use. (I had just burned my fingers on one, finding that out the hard way.) So a brick from the other side of the fire pit was found, and with great force, I smashed the delicate porcelain with one square blow. I must admit, at this point I half expected it to be resistant to being smashed as well, so I think I may have used a bit too much force, for the bricks above it and underneath it ended up being cracked and broken as well. I was going to keep breaking it up into dust, but the kids said it was no longer necessary, as the black trails had now dissipated in the air like smoke does on a breezy day.

I thought this had meant that all the demons were now gone, but I was wrong. There was one still left that had now been let loose without a safe home to run back to. So it ran back into ours, and tried to attack one of my other kids and my husband while they were in front of their computers. This was the big main ring leader of the three idol-encased demons. (Apparently the other two had already been cast out and removed, when they attacked my oldest son on the stairway.) We quickly closed the computer screens and shut down the computers, as we had already experienced demons attacking us through such visual windows before. But no matter how much of my usual casting-out scriptures I recited, it still refused to come out. So I gave my oldest son the “Prayers that rout demons” book, grabbed the bible in my bedroom, (still open to a good Psalms demon-fighting piece of scripture – maybe even Psalm 91,) and told one of my other kids to get theirs. Then we each went onto one floor of the house, and began reciting the scriptures out loud in a bold voice, and then casting it out in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth.

I sensed it try to attack me emotionally, i.e.: you’ll never get me to go; this is all just in your imagination; and it even tried to rush me with its fear and dizziness, in an effort to scare me off or distract me from my purpose. I then told it as firm as I still could, that I would simply keep on reading from the Bible, till it left.

I think that thought must have scared it off, because the Angel of the Lord was seen soon after by one of the other kids, removing the stronghold demon from this dimension. Finally we were left in peace once more.

THANK YOU JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH!
 
*  *  *  *