Escaping The Forest Fire

THANK YOU VERY MUCH TO THOSE WHO PRAYED FOR US!!! I could feel those prayers comforting me, as we waited for news concerning our home. And yes, the waiting really is the hardest part. Even those we have spoken to, who have lost everything, say that not knowing if they had a home to return to or not, was the most difficult thing they ever had to go through. Once they knew, they could begin making plans. But until then, they felt stuck.

First off, some of my kids and I, had been getting odd dizzy spells every now and then, several weeks before the fire. They felt very similar to what we had experienced leading up to 9-11. We knew then that there was something building, something happening that was not good. But we had no idea what it would be, or where it would hit.

Four weeks ago, one of my kids, (the one who can see so easily into the unseen world,) had several days of bad dreams. Every night he would dream of a great fire that overtook the land. These dreams so upset him, that he refused to share them with anyone. He just kept hoping that nothing would ever come of them. I have had to deal with resentment and disappointment (yes, both are demons,) towards this boy of mine, because he had withheld these dreams from us. Had I known before hand of his dreams, I would have responded much differently to the call of alarm.

On that fateful day, I was out taking care of some business, when one of my boys called me. “Mom,” he said, “there’s a fire near by; please come home!”

The clerk at the store where I had just arrived, overheard my son’s impassioned plea. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that!” she exclaimed. “That’s way too far away from you guys to affect you!”

But I told my son right in front of her so she could hear, “start saying psalm 91 out loud. Claim that the wind would change direction and that it would pull the fire away from us. I’m on my way.”

I didn’t think at the time, that the fire was a big deal; many times before the firemen would go and put out the fire and nothing would ever really come of it. But just in case, I had him start claiming. I also sensed that it was good for me to be home, even if it was just to give emotional support to my boys.

So despite the scoffing of the clerk, (who thought I was totally over-reacting,) I left the place without concluding my business, and drove back home.

When I got there, my kids pulled me out onto the deck to see the fire. It was over a hundred degrees outside, and I was still hot from my travel. I looked at the fire, and was unimpressed. It looked quite small from where I was standing. It reminded me of someone’s campfire that had just gotten a bit out of control. I figured the firemen would put it out soon. Little did I know, that our view was blocked by many trees and buildings. It was way bigger than what I had thought, and it was coming straight at us.

Another one of my boys seemed to grasp the severity of the situation. He stood out there in that sweltering heat, praying and rebuking the fire. The wind was blowing in his face from the direction that it usually does this time of year. It was the same direction that the fire was going. He held out his hand like a stop signal, and began to claim in the name of Jesus (using John 15:7-8, and John 16:23-24,) that the wind would shift and move the fire away from our home.

Suddenly the ground shook as from a mighty explosion, (I think the fire had hit a bunch of propane tanks not too far from us,) one of my kids yelled out from the shock of it, and then the fire roared to life, and raced upwards and forward towards us.

Then the electricity line went and we lost power.

Now we could see more of the fire, and we could feel the intense heat radiating from it. The sound of the fire roaring is one I will not soon forget. It rose like a fiend, all orange flames licking upwards, several stories high, curling and disappearing into high black waves of smoke.

One of my older boys took off in one of the cars, to see if the firemen needed any help in fighting the fire.

I went and got changed into something cooler, for I knew it would be a while before the power came back on.

My kids said they could hear voices up the road. One of my kids felt from the Lord Jesus to go investigate. He found a group of people up at the far corner of our property, discussing the fire. A fireman ran up to the group just then, and told them that it was time for everyone to evacuate.

My son ran back home and came and told me. I ran downstairs where my husband was having his on-line meeting, and tried to get his attention. I could tell he was really mad at me for interrupting him, (I do not know why; none of us had ever interrupted him before. Hind sight tells me it must have been a demonic attack,) but I waited (wasting precious moments,) till he turned to me. I said with one breath “THE FIRE HAS INCREASED WERE EVACUATING.”

I didn’t wait for his response, but turned to run back upstairs. The boy who had given me the warning, yelled at me as I was running. “What do we do?” he wailed. His voice was filled with panic.

My heart gave a big hard thump in its chest. “Pack!”

“Noooo!” he cried, and began to hit panic big time. He could not think; all he did was stand there and scream.

I thought it was odd that this child should react in such a way, and it was making any form of thinking for me impossible. As a mamma, you simply can’t think clearly with your child screaming as if a body part was being torn off of them. Little did I know at the time, that this was the child who had all the nightmares of the fire just weeks before, so for him, he was watching his nightmares come true.

I stopped my packing, got the blessing oil, blessed him and cast the demon of panic out. He then stopped yelling and was able to go pack.

I grabbed my overnight bag, (the luggage was up in the attic,) and grabbed a fist full of underwear, some tops and some bottoms, shoved them into the bag, and then paused.

I looked around the room in bewilderment, my feet glued to the floor. What do you take, when given only a few moments to pack? Your mind simply blanks. I stood there, frozen. There was so much stuff that I was looking at, that I suddenly realized simply did not matter. How was I supposed to sort through all the things to find the stuff that did?

Into this confusion came the Lord’s voice. “Camping,” He said.

So just as if I was getting ready to go camping, I started gathering up more stuff. I ran into the bathroom to gather up some vitamins, and I felt the Lord ask me, “Do you really believe in Me, that I will save your house?”

I knew what He was asking. He wanted to know if I really believed that He would grant me my request that I had claimed, according to the scriptures, or if I was just mouthing the words. I thought about it for a moment, and realized that I did believe. “Yes,” I replied firmly. “I do.”

“Thus others homes are saved also.”

I didn’t give what He said just then much thought, I was trying to gather as much stuff into the little overnight bag that I could. The computer and its power cord, crackers to eat, a bible, shoes, my children’s text books-

And then came the cry from my husband. “Come on! Stop packing; we have to go now!” He loaded up my stuff into the car along with his, and some bags from the kids, and then told me to take the car and leave, and meet him at a parking lot a good distance away.

On my way out, I unlocked the chicken coops, figuring this way they had more of a chance to  escape the fire if need be, and then ran to the car. I started to drive off, and found that my oldest (the one who had gone to see if the firemen needed his help but was told no,) was already in the car in front of me. But we were stopped at the edge of our drive way. Cars weren’t moving. Those in the cars ahead of us, had stopped to talk to someone else, causing everyone else to get backed up. We sat there, with the fire raging up behind us, and satan tried to get me to panic, but I shook it away. “The Lord is with us,” I said out loud to him with scorn, “we will not be touched!”

Finally, after what felt like forever, the cars began to move. We finally met up with everyone else. I knew I had the most important things now with me; all of my family had escaped. We had all the animals except the chickens. (I have way too many chickens to just quickly load up in a car.)

Others from our subdivision were also there. There were firefighters that went from person to person, asking them where their house was, and then declaring whether or not their house was standing. One of them seen us, and said “Oh! You live on THAT street! Your house is toast, man.”

My kids walked away from them, and claimed under their breath, that our house WILL be saved, for we were claiming it in the name of Jesus. One of my boys came and told me, that he had just heard from Jesus, and Jesus had told him that our house will be safe. This son told me, that no matter what, WE MUST NOT DOUBT.

Everyone watched as the fire grew larger and closer. At this point, it was incredibly huge, enveloping many, many blocks, and the sky was just glowing and pulsating with orange and black heat. One of my boys couldn’t take it any more, and asked to go to his friend’s house. They were offering shelter for us there. My husband told me to go with them. I told him no, and that I would not leave him. (The last thing I wanted to happen in this mess, is to get separated from him!) But he told me he wanted to stay to see what was happening, and that he would follow me later, so I went.

As I followed my son and his friend in my car, I found that my legs and arms began to shake, and my stomach felt like it was about to toss all its cookies out the window. So I started claiming in the name of Jesus that I could still drive and that I would not throw up.

I then wondered if we should try to find a hotel to stay in, instead of staying at my son’s friend’s house, but I sensed it was too late, for we were already on our way.

The shock of it all was still hitting me, so I started claiming again, and quoting the scriptures that say:

If you live in Me

And My Words live in you,

You may ask Me for anything in My name,

AND YOU WILL RECEIVE IT

In order to give glory to the Father,

And in order that your joy would be full!

(John 15:7-8 and John 16:23-24)

I then praised the Lord, and told him how great He is; that nothing can compare to His glory. I thanked Him for saving us.

Then I spoke in tongues, not knowing what else to say, and wishing that there was some way that I could praise him better. (Remembering scripture at this point, was difficult.)

It was then that the Lord told me to put the radio on.

I thought this odd, for I wasn’t in the mood to sort through or listen to any music. But I obeyed, and found that somehow, the radio was tuned into some kind of bible hour program that I had never heard of before. (For that matter, I had never heard of the station before either.) They were working through the psalms. The voice read the Word of God over the radio, and then I repeated it out loud.

Some of them I shouted out loud, and raised my hand in claiming, others I simply said “Amen!”. For it was coming so fast at me, that I could not repeat it quickly enough, before they would speak the next one. I cried with joy, at the precious Words that I was fed.

When the bible hour was over, I turned off the radio, and began to speak in tongues. I simply didn’t know what to pray for; I was still in shock.

When we finally got there, I had to be helped in; my legs were threatening to give out beneath me. I thanked those we were staying with, for their generosity in letting us stay. My son’s friend said that he had some other friends that also wanted to help us out, and that the rest of us could be divvied up between them. (Our family is too big to simply stay at one place.) So our family separated up, and went to go stay with the others.

When my husband returned, he was not able to give us any news; the firemen were still there fighting the fire, and the road was now blocked off, so he was unable to get back home to see if our house still stood.

He got a call from one of his friends, offering to put us up for the duration of our need. We talked about it, but I heard the Lord Jesus quite clearly say to me, “Do not go from house to house!”, so we stayed where we were.

 

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Broadcast Of Fear

The other day, I was listening to a piece of news at night, in the form of a radio podcast. The topic was on people disappearing, and it started talking about the recent airplane that disappeared. The front of the youtube picture, had the radio numbers and other identifying items written across the screen. At the bottom of it, and towards the center, was a picture of a green alien, holding out his hand and making the ‘peace’ symbol with his fingers.

The news had come from one of my usual Christian sources, so I figured that those that put on the radio show, were also believers.

However, looking at that green alien drawn across their title page, made me wonder. As I stared at it, I sensed a slow insidious demonic attack coming from it, but I just figured that it was from someone who did not understand that aliens are demonic. So, to be safe, I kept the computer screen closed during the recording, so it could not affect me.

As I listened to the recording, about a half hour into the program, they changed the topic and began to discuss the thousands of unsolved missing person cases that have happened in the national parks. For the next half hour, I listened to them describe the profiles of those gone missing. Then with sudden chills in the back of my neck, I realized that I was not alone in the room.

Fear was there with me.

It tried to make me doubt the Lord’s protection over my family, and to question with great fear, a possible future vacation into one of the national parks.

I realized then, that simply closing the computer screen had not kept out the evil. Even though there was no openly evil or pagan things discussed on this show, somehow evil had still permeated the room.

So I opened back up the computer, and shut down the web link, right in the middle of the radio program. I then closed the portal (by claiming it to be so in Jesus name,) and then I cast out the demons that I sensed in the room.

But the whole thing left me feeling kind of uneasy.

So I went out into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Moments later, one of my kids had evidently woken up, and came out to see what was going on, for he had been attacked by demons in his dream. He told me, that he had a nightmare that our family was camping out in one of the national parks, and him and one of his brothers had gotten lost within the park, and that something very evil was chasing them.

I then quickly told him what I had been listening to, and we then cast out any remaining demons together, blessed each other with the blessed olive oil, and then my son went back to bed.

It wasn’t till the next day, that we realized that it had been during the first few hours of the spring equinox, that this had happened to us.

(Much evil in general is wrought during the spring equinox.)

It was interesting for me to discover, that simply closing the computer screen was not enough to keep any demonic interference from the room. It was also interesting, to find that even though the words themselves coming from the recording were not evil, (I still believe that the broadcast was created by Christians,) the story itself was still evil enough for satan to try to use against us.

The Lord Jesus then admonished me to listen to the Holy Spirit that He put inside me, and when I sense that something is not quite clean, to simply turn away from it completely, and have nothing to do with it. If the news message is that important for me to receive, Then the Lord Jesus will find another way to give it to me.

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Scripture:

“Abstain from all appearance of evil.” 1 Thessalonians 5:22 (KJV)

Psalm 23:4 “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”

Psalm 34:13 “Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile.”

Psalm 34:14 “Depart from evil, and do good; seek peace, and pursue it.”

Psalm 121:7 “The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.”

Psalm 140:1 “Deliver me, O Lord, from the evil man: preserve me from the violent man;”

Proverbs 3:7 “Be not wise in thine own eyes: fear the Lord, and depart from evil.”

Proverbs 16:17 “The highway of the upright is to depart from evil: he that keepeth his way preserveth his soul.”

Ecclesiastes 12:14 “For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil.”

Matthew 6:13 “And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.”

 

She Called Upon Her God And He Saved Me!

A dream…

I was a young woman,
waiting back stage
Among many others,
In the hope that I would be next
To go out on stage.

I knew deep down inside me,
That my turn would come today.

The stage production
Were for the United Nations delegates.
Some of those out on stage,
were the delegates themselves.
This was a way for them to relax and have fun,
After going through their more serious talks of the day.

I was not a U.N. delegate.
I had been chosen to be back stage
Because they were told that I had a good voice,
And could mimic some of the singers
And their popular songs of the past 20 years or so.

The singers were going out on stage,
and forming a dancing line,
with singers and delegates interwoven among each other.

The second line that went out
Had a problem with the lead singer’s microphone,
So they suddenly grabbed me from behind,
Stuck the microphone on me,
And told me to go out and sing the lyrics to the next song.

The song was “You’re the one that I want”, from the movie ‘Grease’.
This was easy for me to do,for my voice was like hers,
And I remembered the lyrics well.

On one side of me, was a woman
She reminded me of a Hillary Clinton type,
And on the other side of me,
Was a tall man who reminded me of Will Ferrell in the movie ‘Elf’,
though his personality was much more reserved.
They were both delegates of some kind from the United Nations.

We danced and walked towards one end of the stage,
and then back to the other end of the stage,
all while linking arms with each other.
(Think of a chorus line of girls, but without the high kicks.)
The steps were very easy, so the delegates could play along without too much trouble.

When I was almost finished singing the song,
I smiled at the guy to the left of me,
And sang a part of it to him.

He stared at me,
And then the singing part of the song was done.
They quickly turned off my microphone,
And we then continued on the line dance,
Till the end of the song.

Other dancers and performers were already entering onto the stage behind us,
But as we went all the way over to the end of the stage,
And before we could go back to the center of the stage and then exit through the back curtain,
(and right at the last few bars of the song,)
The man next to me gasped and clutched his chest,
and then collapsed onto the floor.

I let go of the woman and reached out with my other hand,
And caught him the best that I could,
Though his weight pressed me down to the ground as well.
(I was quite tiny, and he was very tall.)

I held his head in my lap,
And the other dancers were then starting up their song,
So no one really noticed us laying there.
(The spot lights followed the current lead singer and the dancers,
and did not highlight the whole stage at one time.)

He lay there in my arms,
Seemingly unconscious.
I knew that he was having a heart attack,
So I quietly but quickly,
Spoke under my breath,
And began casting out any demons trying to do this to him
In the name of Jesus.

I then called my God’s blessing to come down upon him,
and to heal this man for my sake,
as a favor to one of His beloved children.

I placed my one free hand upon his chest as I said this,
And waited for something to happen.
But nothing did.
I then felt the Holy Spirit tell me within my mind,
To sing in tongues to Him.

So I did.

The singing seemed to relax the muscles of the man a little bit more,
but there was still no obvious discernible movement from his body.

Others had begun to notice us there out on the stage,
And soon the paramedics rushed onto the stage
To come help him.

They rushed forward to begin assessing the man,
And motioned for me to get out of the way.

As I gently let go of his head and stepped back,
There was a short pause as they began taking his readings,
And then suddenly the man gave a loud gasp,
Pulling air into his lungs, as he tried to get back up.

The paramedics backed off,
Clearly startled at the man’s quick recovery,
And watched him as he motioned to the area behind them.

The man yelled out “Wait! Where is she? That woman!
The one dancing with me! She called upon her God and He saved me!”

At that, the small crowd parted, so the man could once again see me,
now standing there a short ways off in the corner.

“That’s the girl! There! In the Corner!”

Others pointed to me, and the man gave a nod in agreement.
“Yes! That’s her! She cried out to her God Jesus,
and asked Him to please save me for her sake, as a favor to her!
She sang and spoke in a odd language,
and then her God Jesus Christ came and saved me!”

Well, at that, the people in charge quickly got all of us off that stage,
(as a matter of damage control,)

And while man went to the local hospital to be checked up,
the authorities arrested me for being a Christian.

The doctors who examined the man,
found that he had indeed suffered from a heart attack,
but was now (somehow,) healed.
Other delegates from his country surrounded him,
And listened to his testimony.
His fellow countrymen believed him,
And wanted to hear more about this girl who had cared enough to try and save their beloved delegate.

But they were told they were not allowed to contact me,
Because I was in prison.

When they found out I was basically being imprisoned
For demonstrating my faith in my God by saving their delegate’s life,
a great uproar among their people came forth,
demanding that I not be punished for this ‘crime’.
They kept up their demands, and became even more vocal,
Until the police were told to set me free.

But the authorities kept a close eye on me,
In case I suddenly became outspoken,
And tried to go out and preach to everyone in the streets.
(I was told that I would end up back in prison if I did this.)

I went straight home,
For I had become sick with a cold while in prison,
And so for the next six weeks or so,
I recuperated in bed,
Thereby remaining silent by default.

The man and his close friends came to try and thank me,
But the authorities were there the whole time,
Making sure no other information about Jesus could be shared.
This did not matter however,
for I knew that the Holy Spirit would find a way to lead the man to Jesus.
I knew that one day soon, his questions would be answered.

The police soon decided that I must have ‘learned my lesson’,
and stopped watching me so intently.
(Little did they know, the Holy Spirit was simply not telling me to go out
and spread the gospel in that manner at this time,
and that was why I remained off the streets.)

The man who had the heart attack,
tried valiantly to spread the word of what had happened to him.
He and his people began to look into this God called Jesus.
They could not understand why our country would forbid it,
if it could do such good things like cure the sick.

The news stations were told not to give it any attention,
and that the hoopla would then soon die down without media attention.

But it didn’t.

The country where this delegate came from,
had a shake down of sorts in their ranks of delegates.
The upper level ones in authority,
did not want this to be ‘blown all out of proportion’,
thereby ruining their chance to keep their ‘good standing’ membership in the U.N.
But the common people, and the delegates closer to the man,
did not care about such things. They wanted to know more about this Jesus,
and they worked to find out more information about Him.
The incident ended up creating a whole other group of believers in Jesus Christ,
within their tiny country.

 

I then woke up.

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