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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Homecoming

Homecoming

As we drove back home, you could see the path the fire took. In it was total destruction. The earth was charred to a deep black, even the tall trees were just black toothpicks sticking up out of the ground. The smaller trees and brush that had filled up the void was completely gone. It looked like a Halloween ghost flick, complete with still smoky steam rising up to float over the surface.

Oh but our house never looked so good! However humble, there is no place like home. When we drove in, it felt like the house was holding its arms out to us in welcome.

All the chickens were there, though it took almost three months for them to come to trust me again, and about just as long before they started laying eggs again. We had gone on two week vacations before, and had a neighbor come and care for them while we were away, and found that they were no different when we returned. Not so this time. Something serious must have happened for them to distrust me so. They must have had quite the view to the fire, for their coop looks over the land that was scorched blackest. My heart aches for them; I wished I could have taken them with me when we left, but it was not possible. When we left, the automatic waterers were on, but when we returned, we found that the water to the house had been shut off. So the neighbors who stayed behind had been watering them as well as feeding them. Not an easy job when you have to truck the water in.

We could see that the fire had come right up to our driveway. Firemen had chopped down the nice trees that lined it, in an effort to preserve the house. The fence was charred black, with most of it missing.

The fire also chewed on one side of the shed, leaving quite a charred black spot. But it still stood, and everything inside it was safe.

We looked at the devastation all around us, and I found myself alternately crying and praising God. As I wandered around the property, I came across a pile of old hay that was still smoldering. We tried putting it out but we realized that the fire had moved underground, so we left the hose running (we had turned back on the water,) and hoped that it would be enough.

Inside the house everything was as we left it. The place reeked of smoke, and this did not go away for several weeks. Laundry had been left in the washer, and all the clothes were moldy and ruined, but the washer survived. All the contents of the fridges and freezers were rotten and full of mold.

We still had no power, but they got it up and running soon after we returned. The phone lines however remained down for months.

The place was crawling with people. It felt quite invasive, with so many strangers on our property. They claimed that they were “from the government and were here to help” us. They wanted to inspect things, to make sure that anything hazardous was taken care of.

Some firemen drove by, asking us if we had seen anything, so we told them about the fire on our property, so they came with their picks and dug out the ground till they reached the underground fire. They then used our water hose to put it out.

They told us that they were the ones who had camped out on our deck to keep a watch out for the fire. It was special for me, to be able to thank them in person for the work that they did. They told me that it was “no big deal” for them, and one of them told me that it was “fun” to put out the fires.

We decided to walk around the neighborhood to see how others were doing. Black and grey soot covered everything. Whenever the wind blew, chunks of grey ash fell off the tree limbs, making it look like it was snowing. We found that in many places the ground was so hot that it still radiated heat upwards. It’s not like the hot asphalt on a hundred degree day. It comes at you in distinct waves, and is much hotter. Black toothpicks of leftover stumps surrounded us, and many homes were just burnt out concrete slabs with a fireplace skeleton remaining. A horrible stench of something rotten and dead filled the air. Dizziness kept assaulting me, so I had to hold on to my husband as we walked. I had not felt this kind of dizziness while we were evacuated, but here near the fire, I did. I really do wonder if something was used to help this fire along, for somehow it felt quite evil and unnatural.

On our way back, a cop car came along side of us and wanted to know where we lived. While we were telling them, they got a call on their CB radio from another group of officers, telling them about a suspect that they had just taken into custody. Apparently this man had driven onto someone’s property and tried to pull open the garage door to gain entrance to the house. As we overheard their description, we realized that the house was our own, and their suspect was one of our boys who had been staying with the other family offering us shelter. We told this to the officers we were with, but they refused to release him. The officers asked us to get into the car with them so they could drive us back home and see if this person really was our son.

When we got there, we asked my son why he did not show the police his driver’s license, to prove that he lived there. He said that he did, but the police still did not believe him.

Thankfully they believed us, especially when they watched my husband pull out his keys to unlock the front door.

Two days later two insurance men came out to access the damage. One of them began arguing with us on the cost of a large tub of sour cream, but then the other man he was with stopped him and suggested that he should go on to the next place, for that one would have a lot more to deal with than us, and that he could take care of the stuff here. So the one man left, and the other man remained. (Apparently one of them takes care of the inside of the home, and the other one takes care of the outside claims.) He asked us about the damages, and we told him and gave him our photos and lists, and he didn’t even look at them or argue about the price of things. He just asked for the totals and wrote it in his computer. He then asked us if he could just sit there on our deck and work for the afternoon. We told him yes. Later on, he asked for my husband and said he had a check ready for us. My husband didn’t think that we would even meet the deductible, so when the adjuster wrote him out a check for several thousand dollars, he found he had to sit down in the nearest chair from shock. Apparently all the huge dead and chopped down trees around our home were worth several hundred a piece.

My husband had been wondering how we would be able to make our monthly mortgage payment, (for my husband had not gotten his usual summer job,) and here the Lord Jesus uses an insurance man to deliver the money we desperately needed to make the payment. Thank You Jesus!

A few days after we had returned, I suddenly realized what day it was; it was the first day of the Feast of Tabernacles. This is a Holy Feast mentioned in the bible in several places, most notably in Leviticus 23:33-39 and in John 7:2-14. The first part of it is a solemn assembly, whereby an offering is made by fire to the Lord, and the people live in tents, as a sign that they are ready and willing to leave all that they have and follow God. The second part of it is on the eighth day, when a big feast (party) is held as a celebration for returning home. Our family usually takes out the old tent trailer to stay in, to celebrate the feast. But when I went to mention this to my husband, he became overwhelmed with all it entailed; the garage was still partially blocked from the downed trees, and the last thing anyone wanted to do was to go and live in a tent for a week. It would take several days just to clear everything out so we could get at the tent. I went back to the Lord and asked him (I was distressed with the thought of failing Him in this,) what we should do. But His calming voice slowly penetrated my mind.

“For more than a week you have tabernacled with Me, relying upon Me for your shelter and security. You made your sacrificial offering to Me and I have accepted it. You have met the requirements of the Feast of Tabernacles. You need do nothing more.”

I thought back to that dream of the colonel, and how we were safely residing in some kind of shield, and then relief washed through me, as I realized the truth of what He said. That night at the dinner table, we gave Him extra thanks and praise for all He does for us!

A week later, my stomach had settled back to normal, and my limbs no longer shook. I have been hit with tiredness in all that has happened to me. Yet I have also had great moments of profound joy.

I recently came across a piece of scripture that really summed it all up for me:

“The Word of the Lord is tried in the fire; He is a shield to all who trust in Him.” (Psalm 18:30, GNV)

TO BE CONTINUED… (Next post : The Aftermath)

A Snare For Souls

 

A Dream…

I was a young girl, a strong committed believer in Jesus Christ, and I was walking into a large college building, an institution.

I was starting college, and was quite excited about it. I was eager to learn all about the business, so I could then go out and make a living and support my family with the job I could get from having such a degree.

As me and my fellow students were waiting for the teacher, we chatted and talked, and started to get to know each other. Just then, one of my fellow students spoke up, and called everyone to silence. “Ssh…do you hear that?”

Everyone was quiet for a moment, and heard nothing.

“Just wait…,” she said again.

Then from the silence, came the sound of scales rubbing up against something hard.
It caused the building to give a slight shudder. There was a moment of silence, then the sound came again. We were all shocked at the sound.

The one who noticed it spoke up again. “It sounds like…”

But I finished her sentence for her. “…a huge snake!”

Everyone agreed, as they continued to listen to the pattern of sound. One said “It’s like its moving on top of us!” Another said, “no, it’s from across the hall, there!” And yet another declared that the sound was coming from beneath the room. No one could really tell from where the sound was coming from; it was all around us. But we were able to tell after listening to it for a while, that it became louder when one went towards the windows. One of us looked outside, thinking it could be seen there. But it was not there.

I knew then, along with the girl who had first discovered the sound,
That whatever it was, it was very evil, and was hunting our souls.

Many in the room panicked, having lost their composure from listening to the constant sound, and they turned and raced towards the door, to get out.

I raced with them. Some ran beyond me, out of the entrance, while others were still behind me.

I ran forward under some tables in the hall, hoping to avoid the huge snake that might be there, and then ran out the front doors of the institution. As I ran out, a group of new recruits were going in. I could tell that they were new to the whole experience, for their clothing was lighter and brighter than ours. I could see their excited faces, as they filed in along side me. I tried to reach out to them to warn them, but they would not listen at all to me, and kept going in. So I left them, and ran outside.

As soon as I cleared the door, I came face to face with satan himself. I knew it was satan, for the Holy Spirit inside me told me this. He had sandy blonde hair and a pleasant face, and was dressed in a nice suit, and looked just like what a school administrator would look like.

“Hello Christian,” he sneered, his voice low and rumbling out from him just like a demons voice would.

The panic that hit me then almost overwhelmed me, but at the last moment, just as the administrator came forward to grab me, I remembered to call out the name “Jesus!”, which caused him to back away from me.

Evil came off of him in waves, but I soon learned to brace myself against it. He moved away from me, but I kept him in my line of vision, and I let him know that I knew what he really was, and that I was keeping my eye on him.

He simply shrugged as if he didn’t care at all about what I had said, and continued administrating to the college. “You’ll be back,” he said to me with scorn. “We’re the only ones who can teach you what you need to know.”

I then transferred to another college, in the hopes that it would be different. At this college, the sound of the snake wasn’t as bad, but the evil presence was still there. I seen the same satanic administrator there at the college shortly after joining. It was then that the Holy Spirit told me that all of the colleges were infected with the beast. I wondered at this, for there were a few teachers here and there that were not too bad, and one or two that were even good. (Good meaning they tolerated Christianity fairly well.) But the Holy Spirit told me that it was infected with the evil because of the way they were formed and structured. They were basically meant to be evil by design from the very beginning.

I then went up onto the roof top, and watched as a woman kept declaring how filthy these colleges were, and to prove her point, she took a shovel to the layers of dirt that had settled upon the roof of the institution, and lifted up all the dirt on the college, and began exposing it all to anyone who cared to look. All the history of layers upon layers of smelly yucky ‘dirt’ was excavated for all to see, showing its evil formation from its onset.

I then went back into the college, to see if there were other Christians within it. I found a group of believers that were chanting “C! H! U! R! C! H!” over and over again, like a cheer at a sports game. They were trying to support each other in their faith in Christ, by supporting the gathering of houses of worship on the weekends. This did help them to remember Christ during the week, but some had also given them heavy burdens to carry as a result of such fellowship. I looked over to my right, and seen a small nook, filled with religious leaders. I realized that these were the religious leaders of the college institutions that held their denominational name. All the colleges that had started out as being a learning institution for Christ, and had then later let it slip from their grasp, were there. I saw the pope first, with his crooked cross at the end of his staff, and his false god dagon fish hat sitting upon his head. He wore his usual glimmering satin vestments, all yellow gold and white, and he was sitting there talking to all the other head religious administrators. As I listened, I realized that all these leaders took their cue from the pope, and basically copied his foundations for their own religious institutions, and then made a few changes to make it their own.

I stood there, feeling the pressure to join one of their denominations, but pushed it off. I said out loud in a clear voice, (I know the pope heard me, for I was right next to him,) “I will never go back to those lies! They lied about women being worth less than a man! But God has always loved both woman and man equally! Simple believers are the saints and priests! And besides, there is only one mediator between God and man, and it is not them! They lied about other things through the centuries as well!” (I was thinking of the purchasing of indulgences and the Spanish inquisition when I said this, but I knew that the pope knew full well what I was referring to, so I didn’t need to specifically mention them.) “Those are all man’s beliefs to help him feel powerful, not Gods! Besides, I am free indeed! I no longer need to go to those churches to try and uphold my faith in Jesus! The Holy Spirit teaches me all I need to know, and He has promised to never leave me nor forsake me!”

Just then, the head administrator, satan, walked near me, and our eyes met for just a moment. Then his face was lost into the crowd again.

As I got nearer my graduation date, I found that just walking from class to class itself, was becoming harder and harder. It was as if a lead weight had been strapped onto my back, which was making it hard for me to physically move forward. Towards the end, I felt like getting on my hands and knees and just crawling to class. The Holy Spirit told me that the burden that weighed so heavily on top of me, was the pressure of the college’s secularization methods sitting upon my Christian soul.

Then finally I had earned my degree. But as I sat there contemplating my future with my friends, the satanic administrator came back and sat next to me, and tried to entice me back into his world. Again, the evil flowed from him in waves, and as I shored up my defenses against him, the thought to somehow steal souls back from him came into my mind. I found that the idea intrigued me and invigorated me. So to my friends astonishment, I listened to the administrators words, (this time flowing over me like honey, smooth and practiced,) and I acted like I was trying to follow along with his games. He did fancy ‘miracles’ with his deck of cards, shuffling them with a whir of wind, and then having them fly into his other outstretched hand. He played games of chance with me as well, predicting their outcome, and I remarked to my friends that I wondered how he could do such ‘miracles’. (They looked at me in astonishment, but I gave them a private smile that told them that I knew what I was doing, so they let me be.) Then satan reached out and tried to teach me how to do the same tricks, but I did not really try to do them, but fumbled the cards in my hands instead. He then promised me that if I went on and continued in my studies at the collage, I would learn how to do such things and much more. I smiled and said that I would sign up for more years, for I indeed wanted to learn more.

The devil smiled back at me, and left the booth, content to think that he had at last caught me in his snares.

Little did the foolish, self-absorbed administrator guess, that far from becoming ensnared with the thought of knowing the world’s possible pleasures and secrets, my heart was still set for Jesus and the Kingdom of God. I would work under cover, infiltrate the ranks of the professors, record their ways and methods, and then write a booklet on how to steer clear of all their secularization and assimilation techniques, to help keep one’s Christian soul pure for Christ.

I ended up doing just this, and helped preserve many souls for Christ.

By the time the evil administrator realized what was really happening, I had long gone from the collage.

I then woke up.

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Colossians 2:8 KJV “Beware lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after the tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not after Christ.”

Psalms 106:36 KJV “And they served their idols: which were a snare unto them.”

John 16:13 KJV “Howbeit when he, the Spirit of truth, is come, he will guide you into all truth: for he shall not speak of himself; but whatsoever he shall hear, that shall he speak: and he will shew you things to come.”

John 8:32 KJV “And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.”

1 John 4:6 KJV “We are of God: he that knoweth God heareth us; he that is not of God heareth not us. Hereby know we the spirit of truth, and the spirit of error.”

John 8:44 KJV “Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.”

Matthew 23:9 KJV “And call no man your father upon the earth: for one is your Father, which is in heaven.”

1 Timothy 5:20 KJV “Them that sin rebuke before all, that others also may fear.”

Proverbs 1:31 KJV “Therefore shall they eat of the fruit of their own way, and be filled with their own devices.”

Proverbs 19:21 KJV “There are many devices in a man’s heart; nevertheless the counsel of the LORD, that shall stand.”

2 Corinthians 2:11 KJV “Lest Satan should get an advantage of us: for we are not ignorant of his devices.”

Ephesians 5:11- 13 KJV “And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them. For it is a shame even to speak of those things which are done of them in secret. But all things that are reproved are made manifest by the light: for whatsoever doth make manifest is light.”

Acts 20:28-30 “Be on guard for yourselves and for all the flock, among which the Holy Spirit has made you overseers, to shepherd the church of God which He purchased with His own blood. I know that after my departure savage wolves will come in among you, not sparing the flock; and from among your own selves men will arise, speaking perverse things, to draw away the disciples after them.…”

Hebrews 13:5 “… He has said, I will never leave you, nor forsake you.”

Psalm 12:7 GNV “Thou wilt keep them, O Lord; thou wilt preserve him from this generation forever.”

Psalm 9:10 GNV “And they that know thy Name, will trust in thee: for thou, Lord, hast not failed them that seek thee.”

Ecclesiastes 4:10 KJV “For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up.”

Matthew 9:38 GNV “Wherefore pray the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth laborers into his harvest.”

Psalm 7:14 TLB “The wicked man conceives an evil plot, labors with its dark details, and brings to birth his treachery and lies;”

Galatians 3:28 KJV “There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus.”

John 8: 36 “So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.”

Matthew 23:5-6 KJV ‘”But all their works they do for to be seen of men: they make broad their phylacteries, and enlarge the borders of their garments, And love the uppermost rooms at feasts, and the chief seats in the synagogues,”

1 Peter 2:5 KJV “Ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ.”

1 Corinthians 1:2 KJV “Unto the church of God which is at Corinth, to them that are sanctified in Christ Jesus, called to be saints, with all that in every place call upon the name of Jesus Christ our Lord, both their’s and our’s:”

1 Corinthians 3:11 KJV “For other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus Christ.”

1 Timothy 2:5 KJV “For there is one God, and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus;”

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