Fight For Him On The Battlefield

A dream…

I am in a place that is reminiscent of a day care center, where you drop off your child for the day, and then pick them up after work. I am standing in the entrance way, with the check in booth to the left, and an inner foyer behind that. There is another doorway behind this to the right, where I sensed their charges were kept. This doorway did not have the usual door, but instead had a curtain of translucent multi-colored and multi-faceted beads to mark the entrance to that room.

The place is very dark and somber, despite the one good-sized window in the back. It was a place that I would normally not go to, for I knew that it was an unclean place. But I had been sent there, to deliver a message to the people. I had come to help set the captives free.

Just then, I seen a short robed figure come out of the back room. The beads barely wavered behind her, as she glided out smoothly and came to a stop before the entrance way. She took no human steps as such, but seemed to float  forward in one long smooth movement. The front of her gown parted in a small wave, revealing the luxurious deep purple velvet beneath it. Her hands looked to be holding on to her elbows beneath the robe, giving the front of her a perfectly square silhouette, as no hands or fingertips were seen. The ends of her sleeves met one another in the center directly over her chest. She stood there and paused. Her hooded robe was made of smooth black satin, and I could tell that the whole length of it was completely lined in that purple velvet.

I could just barely make out her face peaking out from the hood. It was so dark where she stood, that it was hard to make out much of her features. But I could tell she was definitely human and quite petite, almost dainty in her bone structure, and that she was very very feminine.

She then began to speak softly, her words at first sounding melodious and lilting.

“I am a celestial being” she tells me, “from the…” (blah blah blah,) – at this point I could not even understand what she was saying, it was as if the Lord Himself had stepped in and muffled that sound from me in order to protect me, but then I could just make out the words- “astral plane of higher consciousness…”

I felt her spell of words, sounding so beautiful to the ears, yet her breath reeked from the curses and death beneath it.

The woman would have continued on with her spell, but I would not stand for it any longer. So I stood there in the foyer, moved my feet apart so that they were firmly planted upon the ground, and then gave her my response.

“NO! You are not! You are a Satanist! Your power comes straight from the pit of hell!”

Upon hearing this, the robed feminine satanist melts and dissolves into nothingness.

Then the earth beneath my feet began to shake, and I knew then that it was a great earthquake.

Things fell from the walls, and plaster began to fall in large chunks from the ceiling. I knew they were trying to scare me off, but I stood my ground! I cast them out in the name of Jesus, and told them to go back to the pit from whence they came.

Great rolls and waves of hideous demons rushed at me, snapping, clawing, biting, attacking, but still I somehow stood my ground.

Then the earthquake stopped.

I said, “I will not leave! I have come to set the captives FREE!”

At the word ‘free’, I felt an answering earthquake coming from MY God. This quake was way more powerful than the previous one, and it affected the demons far more than it did me. I simply held on and continued to stand there unmoved, but the demons were being shaken from their foundations and their rafters and the walls from where they were covertly hanging, and once they were exposed, they were quickly sucked downwards, disappearing beneath the floor.

I continued speaking. “I am a much beloved daughter of the Most High! My Righteous King will send an ARMY of His angels to protect me! How then can ANY evil overtake me! I am sheltered under His wings! They shelter me! He rescues me from EVERY trap! His faithful promises are MY ARMOR!” I then added on in a whisper that seemed to oddly hit them even harder than any previous words I had yet spoken, “I will not fear YOU…”

I continued to cast out those that still remained. The demons tried to rush at me again to startle and scare me, this time in an effort to get me to forget the Word of God. But I was able to remember enough scripture well enough, to fight them off.

I then woke up, and then realized that I was still fighting them off in my bedroom!

But then I spoke something out loud that surprised me. And once it left my lips, I knew without a doubt in my heart that it was true. What its meaning was I did not yet know, but I knew it to be His truth. I sensed it was some kind of  weapon against them. So I said it again, this time almost shouting it back at them.

“I am a belaying pin for the Lord!”

I felt a rush of strength come into my body, allowing me to continue to fight them with unwavering tenacity.

I also realized with sudden clarity, why this attack had been made against me. Satanist wanted to stop me from posting on this blog. They wanted to make my purpose vain, to break my bonds with Christ, to cut off all hope from me, and to drive me to a place where their god satan could destroy me.

I straightened myself up to my full height, planted my feet apart once again upon my bedroom floor, and firmly continued to speak out loud.

“I WILL NOT STOP from posting on my blog! This attacking coven of witches will fall and not stand! I claim that whatever evil they send to us is returned to them ten fold! The Word of God will prevail, along with His servants. The captives will be set FREE!”

After I said this, I cast out the satanist(s) who had invaded my bedroom and my sleep, and cut their silver cords and lay lines.

Their shadows and presence all then dissolved into nothingness like smoke on a windy day.

Calling forth a host of angels to protect me and my family, I pleaded the blood of Jesus over us all.

I then felt the strong comforting breath of His army all around me. I lifted up a glass of water to the ceiling in a toast, and said “To The Lord God Of All! All praise be to Jesus Christ of Nazareth!” I exclaimed.

“YES!”, the angels replied all together in one mighty shout , lifting their arms up to heaven along with me.

I basked in the light of these angels, as they stood around me in my little room, smiling at me, encouraging me, and patting me on the back for hanging in there. They kept telling me that I was indeed a belaying pin for the Lord, and to never give up in the fight against the evil one.

It was several hours before their presence completely faded, but their hope and encouragement in me as that worthy belaying pin for our Lord lingered in my spirit for many days.


I had heard of a belaying pin before, but I could not quite remember where. I thought it might be a pin of sorts to a grenade or something, but that made no sense to me. Then the Holy Spirit told me to go look it up. What I found made me smile.

For as long as I can remember, I have always struggled to be able to memorize things. From multiplication tables as a small child, to the memorization of life-giving scriptures, I struggled where to others it would come naturally. The bible refers to the Word as a sword one would use to fight off the evil one. I had so very often felt sub-par or unusable by my God because of this, as if I was somehow only half prepared to fight for Him on the battlefield.

When I looked up the definition of ‘belaying pin’, I found that it had been mostly used on the larger sailing ships, to help hold the sails in their place. However, when invaders tried to come aboard the ship, the sailors who had no sword next to them at that moment, would quickly remove a belaying pin from the wall and use it like a sword to fight off the enemy. A straight good-sized short stick with a handle made of either hardwood or brass, it was a blunt instrument without finesse, but it served both its purposes well.

Isn’t that sweet of Him? He can still find a use for me, even with my limitations.

I share this testimony with you, despite it being of a more personal nature, in the hopes that it too, will inspire you to still keep fighting the good fight, even though it may feel at times like you are not enough, or may even feel broken in some way. Our God is so VERY mighty, that He can use whatever we are for His glory, His people, His honor, and His kingdom!


“Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life…”
(1 Timothy 6:12)

“The Lord is righteous; He has cut in two the cords of the wicked.” (Psalm 129:4)

“Let me not be put to shame, O Lord, for I call upon Thee; Let the wicked be put to shame, let them be silent in Sheol. Let the lying lips be dumb, Which speak arrogantly against the righteous with pride and contempt.” (Psalm 31:17-18)

“Behold, I have given you authority to tread upon serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall injure you.” (Luke 10:19)

“And the God of peace will soon crush Satan under your feet.” (Romans 16:20)

“For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war after the flesh: (For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds;)” (2 Corinthians 10:3-4)

“The one who practices sin is of the devil; for the devil has sinned from the beginning. The Son of God appeared for this purpose, that He might destroy the works of the devil.” (1 John 3:8)

“You are from God, little children, and have overcome them; because greater is He who is in you than he who is in the world.” (1 John 4:4)

“…He which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.” (Philippians 1:6)

“I will love thee, O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies.”
(Psalm 18:1-3)

“In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears. Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because he was wroth. He bowed the heavens also, and came down: and darkness was under his feet.”
(Psalm 18:6-7, 9)

“As for God, his way is perfect: the word of the Lord is tried: he is a buckler to all those that trust in him. For who is God save the Lord? or who is a rock save our God?”
(Psalm 18:30-31)

“The Lord liveth; and blessed be my rock; and let the God of my salvation be exalted. He delivereth me from mine enemies: yea, thou liftest me up above those that rise up against me: thou hast delivered me from the violent man. Therefore will I give thanks unto thee, O Lord, among the heathen, and sing praises unto thy name.”
(psalm 18:46, 48-49)



Spirit Guides

My son was not feeling well, and had been fighting off a flu-like sickness for the past few days.

In his college gym class, they had a section on Tai Chi presentations. One of the students presenting that day, chose the topic of how Tai Chi connects to tarot card reading through Chi power.

He was not surprised to see that this girl was presenting such a topic, for he had sensed before that something was not quite ‘right’ spiritually with this girl.

Now, over twenty demons were seen hovering around this girl, as she introduced herself as the tarot card reader.

Each demon was attached to her, with a thick dead tan/brownish fibrous rope, covered in places with blackish muck.

To my son’s surprise, among these twenty or more demons attached to her, was a Catholic demon. It was dressed in priestly vestments, just as a Roman Catholic priest would wear, complete with the ancient Dagon god ‘fish hat’ that the pope wears, but this demon had an odd staff that had a triangle at the very top of it. The triangle was covered in jewels, and had a silver snake sitting on the triangle, with the end of its tail coiled around the staff.

He sensed that the girl would call forth this demon, to help her in her tarot card reading. This was what the majority of the demons were attached to the girl for. They were her ‘spirit guides’.

One of the other demons looked like an old hag/crone, (old woman,) with shriveled up leather-like skin, and bony fingers that had the signs of the zodiac tattooed upon her fingernails.

And yet another demon was a satanist occult demon wearing a black hooded cloak that was somehow pristine, (flawless,) but was darker than any color of black ever seen by my son on this earth. This demon wore many rings upon its fingers, yet its fingers were just wisps of black smoke.

There were so many demons vying for the girl’s attention, that it became almost impossible to really see all the other demons clearly.

These demons were all struggling with each other to be the next one to whisper into her ear. They would whisper certain words or thoughts into her mind, or implant specific emotions into her.

She was bragging to the class, how she could read anyone’s aura. She even gave a reading example from one or two of the other students in the classroom.

My son, out of curiosity, almost went up to her to ask her what she seen in him. (He wondered if this girl could ‘read’ or see the light of the Holy Spirit that was around all true believers.) But the Holy Spirit abruptly stopped him from doing so, and told him that this would be asking for trouble. The demons would then have had a legal right to reach out and purposely attack him.

So he remained silent.

After this girl’s presentation, the girl returned to her seat, which was right next to my son’s.

Then one of the demons attached to the girl,
Came forth and lunged towards my son.

This time, instead of simply binding up the demons like he usually does, he sensed from the Holy Spirit to read Psalm 91 instead.

As he began saying this under his breath, the demon trying to attack, shrank back in sudden horror.

As my son continued to recite this Psalm, a demon from him, (!) came out from his body (to his great shock and distress,) and reached out towards this other demon eagerly. This demon that had come from my son, embraced all the girl’s demons like long lost friends, and once attached firmly to one of this girl’s demons, went directly then into the girl.

All this happened without him even touching her.

My son was really upset to find that this demon had been in him, so he quickly asked the Holy Spirit what the demon was.

“A spirit of sickness” was His reply.

He felt bad at first, that he had given the demon to the girl, thinking wow, that’s all this girl needs, is another demon, but the Holy Spirit quickly informed him, that this girl WELCOMES ALL demons into her life, and that it was the demon itself that had made the demonic transfer to the girl. He did not give it to her by choice. All he did, was follow the Holy Spirit’s advice, and state Psalm 91 under his breath.

After he finished saying Psalm 91 out loud, the angels of the Lord encompassed him, turned their backs to him, held out their great bright shields before them, and then linked them together to form an impenetrable hedge of protection all around my son. Then no more demons were able to even try to attack him.

From that moment on, he began to feel better, and not as sick as he had been before class.

The class listened with great interest to the tarot card reader explain how she can read the people. Not once did this girl ever mention any demons.

My son wondered what would be the reaction, if a believer gave a talk on how they are led by the Holy Spirit, and could also ‘read’ the souls of the people, and even cast out a person’s demons and heal them. Would they listen with such rapt attention as they gave the tarot card reader, or would it be said of them that many miracles did not happen there, because of their unbelief?

Within a day or two of loosing that demon, my son was completely recovered from his flu-like illness.

Sadly, the tarot card reader girl was absent the following week, and when she returned, she told the class she had been sick with the flu, and that she probably caught it from a babysitting job she had on the same day of her presentation on Tai Chi.

My son remained silent, convinced by the Holy Spirit that this particular tarot card reader would not be open to hearing about how she really became sick with the flu…

Our family still continues to learn more about the unseen world through these gifts the Holy Spirit has given us. These are the main lessons our family learned from this experience:

1. Sicknesses like the flu, are caused by demons.
2. Even true born-again Holy Spirit-filled believers can have a demon.
3. One can ‘catch’ a demon of sickness from another without touching them.
4. Instead of casting out or binding up attacking demons, Psalm 91 can be used to fight them off.
5. The completion of Psalm 91 calls forth several of God’s angels to protect you.
6. God’s angels use their large shields to make an interlocking hedge of protection around you.
7. It is VERY important to memorize Psalm 91!
8. Tarot card readers have many demons attached to them.
9. These demons ‘read’ the person, and then whisper this knowledge to the reader.
10. Satan can perform what some may see as ‘miracles’, by using his demons.
11. Consenting to have a tarot card reader ‘read’ you, can open you up to demons.
12. Tarot card readers can use many different religious demons to help them.
13. Always follow the promptings of the Holy Spirit within you. Our God always wants the VERY best for His children!
14. Our God is more than willing to protect His children ANYWHERE. All we need to do is ask and follow Him!


Psalm 91, Recovery Bible:

We live within the shadow of the Almighty, sheltered by the God who is above all gods. This I declare, that He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; He is my God and I am trusting Him. For He rescues you from every trap and protects you from the fatal plague. He will shield you with His wings! They will shelter you. His faithful promises are your armor. Now you don’t need to be afraid of the dark any more, nor fear the dangers of the day, nor dread the plagues of darkness, nor disasters in the morning. Though a thousand fall at my side, though ten thousand are dying around me, the evil will not touch me. I will see how the wicked are punished, but I will not share it. For Jehovah is my refuge! I choose the God above all gods to shelter me. How then can evil overtake me or any plague come near? For He orders His angels to protect you wherever you go. They will steady you with their hands to keep you from stumbling against the rocks on the trail. You can safely meet a lion or step on poisonous snakes, yes, even trample them beneath your feet! For the Lord says, “Because he loves me, I will rescue him; I will make him great because he trusts in My name. When he calls on Me, I will answer; I will be with him in trouble and rescue him and honor him. I will satisfy him with a full life and give him My salvation.”

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Bombs Of Destructive Light

A warning dream I was given on 3-22-13…

I was a young girl in her mid twenties or so,
but in this dream, I was in spirit form, being shown a map.
It looked like the state of Florida, but it could have been further up the coast line,
To where the land juts out a bit.

Towards the bottom, an area of the map was being focused on,
And was being reported on by a weatherman.
Large dangerous storms were being predicted, and warnings were going out.
They were warning of extreme high winds and snow.
I was not sure however, if the warnings ever got out to those living there.

When the storm hit, it was unlike anything ever experienced by people before.

The cold was so extreme in some areas, that people were freezing to death.
They simply had never run into such extreme cold and snow.

The high winds also blew odd dust particles into every crack and crevice,
and blew into peoples homes, making it hard for people to breathe.

Some, in an effort to escape the suffocating particles,
Got into their cars, and turned on the heat to stay warm.
But sadly, they did not think to put a filter on the outside of the car’s air vents,
so the poisonous particles were blown up into the inside of the car anyways.

People were dying from breathing in those poisonous particles.
It was so sad to see, for if they had simply used a filter on the air vent of their car,
they would have been o.k..
And if they had wet down some bath towels and placed them around the window sills,
and over other places that leaked in any air, they too, would have survived.
It wasn’t like a gas that seeped in and killed you. These were large dust particles,
colored almost the same as snow,
(in fact they were mixed in with each other, making it hard to tell just what was what,)
that was poisonous to the lungs and the body if breathed in.

I wondered what kind of storm would cause such poison to rain down from the sky,
and I sensed that something had happened, outside of nature,
to have made such an odd storm. This was man made and not from God.

I was then spirited up and out of there, and I sensed I went back in time somewhat,
And was placed into a small secret room. I sensed that the room was underground.
I was then shown another map of the United States,
Similar in shape to what the weatherman had used earlier to report the coming storm.
In the same area as where the weatherman had predicted high winds, snow, and bitter cold.
A huge black marker had encircled the whole tip of the land.
But instead of the map claiming that bad weather would soon be on its way,
this map, I realized with sudden horror, was a map that was showing where bombs would be going off.
I glanced quickly to the whole map, and then seen one circle on the west coast,
and somewhere else more in the middle of the land,
Before I was suddenly transported back to where I had been before.
I sensed that there were to be five bombs, all scheduled to go off at the same time.

These bombs were similar to a nuclear bomb, in the way they went off,
and in the amount of land that was affected, but there were differences between them too.
When these went off, an incredibly bright and painful light premeated everything.
Many many miles away from where it went off, the light still penetrated everything.
It was not enough to simply close the eyes;
the brightness of the light easily went right through the eye lids.
There was no direction to shield yourself from the light, for it was everywhere at once.
The only way to protect yourself,
was to find something else of solid bulk to hold over your eyes.
Earth was the best, but not everyone had immediate access to that.
Others used a mattress, while others didn’t know what else to do,
so they simply covered their eyes with their hands.
(Sadly, this was not as effective by itself. Both hands and knees worked out better.)

The light went on for several moments, till it slowly began to fade.
(Though this fading may simply be the eye balls trying to recover from such a bright light.)
Then came the silence, and then finally the great winds. In these winds,
were the poisonous particles that were lethal to breathe in.
Then came the extreme cold and snow.

Surviving was doable, if one didn’t breathe in the particles,
succumb to the cold, or leave one’s eyes totally unprotected.

The problem with it all, is that as far as the general populace was concerned,
this was a new weapon that they had not heard of before.
They didn’t realize the importance of covering up the eyes, or in not breathing in the soot.
Those that figured they would be just fine, were not.
Those that panicked and lost all coherent thought, did not survive.

I was then transported back into the future.

I went to work, just like any other day, and then in the afternoon,
I sensed that this was the day for the bombs to go off.
I tried to warn the two other girls I was working with,
By bringing them down into the basement of the building,
(It was an office building,) and relaying to them what will happen next,
and how they could help protect their eyes from the destruction.

I could tell that they only half believed me,
But I didn’t worry too much about the other half.
I knew the destructive light would flash at any moment now,
and that they would end up believing me when it happened.
So I demonstrated how they must cover their eyes when it hits.
Moments later, the bombs go off, and the light obliterates all other doubt.
All three of us cover our eyes with the palms of our hands and then press our face into whatever was solid around us.

We survived the first part of the attack of light.


I then woke up.

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“Because of You,

we are not afraid of sudden terror or destruction caused by the wicked, when it comes,

for we rely on Adonai;

You will keep our feet from being caught in a trap”

(Proverbs 3:25-26)