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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A Deal With The Devil

In the beginning of 1992, I called out for the devil, and he came to me.

We (our family) were driving, and I told my husband that I’d be willing to make a deal with the devil to be a teacher again of cosmetology.

My husband just looked at me in shock. “Woman,” he said, “do you know what you have just said?!”

I thought his comment was a bit off; my husband had never referred to me simply as ‘woman’, especially when we were together in the same place.

But that odd warning did nothing to stop me. “Well I would!” I replied to his glare. The silence in the car was deafening, and we both felt a little uncomfortable, but I soon forgot all about it.

Until that night.

I was almost asleep, (or was I already asleep?) when he came. He called me, and I asked the voice who he was.

He said “you know who I am; you called for me.”

I sat up in bed and looked over to the left where I had heard the voice come from. It was hard to see much of anything, for the room was filled with clouds and smoke. But then there were two spots of pure bright white light that shone out from the corner of the room. These lights were perfectly circular, and sat next to each other horizontally like snake eyes. Looking into his eyes was like looking into a slice of leftover heaven, bright, peaceful, pure, and white.

But that was the only part of him that reminded me of heaven.

As I stared at the two white lights, a grayish-white smoke swirled all around them, and then began to swirl even further into the room.
This gray-white smoke then parted for just a moment, and I caught a glimpse of what looked like the middle part of a long tail, covered with shiny reflective scales. The very top of the snake body was dark green in color, the sides were a lighter green, and the belly had a yellow-green mixture of scales that slowly turned into a stripe of pale beige in the center. It moved like a snake, pushing its belly forward, so it could rest its neck and eyes above it. When the smoke swirled to cover him there, another area opened up to my view. This area was closer to its eyes, and I could see a pair of very small thin arms with hands on the end of them, similar to the ones found on the T-rex dinosaur, protruding from the underside and side of its form. As the smoke swirled about him, I could see that the body was long, and went on beyond my sight. But it never revealed its face to me. Just those startling and hauntingly beautiful eyes.

He spoke to me then, and asked me for the soul of my youngest boy, telling me that in exchange, he would let me teach again, and even be a director of the nearby school. He somehow had transported us into my youngest son’s bedroom; I could see him below me sleeping peacefully, but I could not touch him or protect him from this devil.

But with this one, my answer was easy.

“No!”

But then, knowingly, the devil pulled me into my older son’s bedroom. I seen my eldest son lying on his mattress, fast asleep. I dreaded the next question from satan, as I already knew what his question would be. How did he know my weakness so well? It was as if he had calculatingly discerned, to ask me for my youngest son first, KNOWING I would say no, and then turning to my oldest son, in the hopes that I would capitulate on him and then seal the deal.

My first born son had been born with disabilities, ones that made it harder to love him. He disobeyed more often than not, and was prone to violent temper tantrums, often striking out and injuring those closest to him. He disliked being held or touched, and often seemed to live in a world of his own. I had spent many hours in tears over him, figuring that he would probably one day end up in prison.

THIS was the child satan had wanted in exchange from the first!

And so satan turned to me, and asked me for his soul, in exchange for my teaching position.

I floated over his toddler bed, watching him pull in his breath, and letting it out, for several moments. Oh how peaceful he now looked!

Satan sensed my weakness at such a long pause, and came towards me, pushing me harder to give him the answer he desired.

But there was one thought that entered my head at that moment, one that made me really doubt all my previous assumptions about my oldest child.

Satan was ASKING me for his soul. That meant it was not yet his! (Yes, there were many times I had wondered if he was already of satan; his behavior was that bad!) But if satan had to come to me to ask me for my son’s soul, that meant that there was REAL HOPE for him in the future! For why would satan try to bargain for a soul that he knew would soon be his anyways? He wouldn’t waste his time on it. I KNEW this, as sure as I was still breathing.

Then I knew that if there was the slightest chance of my eldest son ever coming to Christ, then I could not sell his soul to satan for anything. No matter what his behavior was, he was still precious, and he was still the child that I had so longed for, for so many years. This was the one that I had promised God, that I would love as my own, no matter what.

So as satan pressed in again for my answer, I told him “No!”

I thought that this would be the end of it, but satan kept on, nagging me, over and over and over again, trying to convince me to hand over his soul as payment for the desired favor. I told satan to leave, but he refused.

After several hours of this, I lost my temper, and yelled at him, that I would NEVER sell my children’s soul to him for ANYTHING!
At that, the devil paused.

And I thought, ‘at last! He will leave me now!’, but he did not.

Instead, he changed his offer.

Suddenly, we were back in my bedroom, with satan still floating above me. I was no longer in my bed, but found that I had gotten down on my knees on the floor by my bedside.

He then whispered to me, in that sly, knowing voice of his, -it sounded like a hiss that formed into words, never shouting or loosing patience,- that he would get rid of my migraines, if I only promised him my soul when I died.

My first response, was “No.”

But then he pressed upon my head, and forcibly reminded me of the pain of those horrible migraines. I would get them so bad that I would want to kill myself, but as soon as I would reach that point, the pain would be so severe, that I had no strength left within me to take my own life. Day after day, year after year, I lived in a cycle of never-ending migraine pain.

Again I told him, “no!,” but it was a weaker no, and he sensed this right away.

So he pressed in again and again, hoping I would change my answer and agree to his bargain.

I sat there, at the side of my bed, struggling just to hold my head up in its pain.

And then from seemingly afar off, I began to hear voices. I looked down onto the ground, from where they seemed to originate from, and found that the floor where I sat was no longer a solid unbroken foundation, but a crack had opened up beside me, that allowed me a glimpse into hell.

The voices were all crying out at the same time, howling in their pain and anguish. But this is not what struck me the hardest.

What hit me the hardest was the incredible, overpowering, hollow insatiable HUNGER. It was a living, moving entity, there in the pit before me. It consumed all souls in its grip and would never let go. It was HOLLOW and INSATIABLE.

Hunger for water, hunger for food, hunger for sleep, hunger for healing, hunger for companionship, hunger for ANYTHING and everything, that a human being would ever desire. But the fulfillment for it was not there. Only the HUNGER for it was there. And it NEVER ENDED. I knew it never would.

I could feel the heat from below rising up to my face. I could feel and smell the thick pungent smoke as it followed the searing heat upwards. And above all, was that insatiable, never satisfied spirit of HUNGER.

I backed away from the edge of the abyss, and shouted to the devil my answer.

“No! Now go away!”

But he remained.

The crack leading below closed up, and my floor looked as it did before.

But still satan would not leave me.

I could tell that many hours had passed, since satan had come to speak to me. (The clock on my nightstand told me this,) but still he would not leave me alone.

He nagged, over and over and over and over and over again, for me to change my answer.

But my answer remained the same.

“No! Never! Now get out of here! Leave me alone!”

But he remained.

I told him then, that he should never have appeared to me, for now I KNEW, without a shadow of doubt that God DOES exist! (For how could this earth survive something so evil as this worm without Him?!)

But he simply shrugged this off in total apathy, and continued to tempt me.

Then I suddenly remembered someone telling me, that all evil spirits run from Jesus name, so I yelled out “JESUS! JESUS HELP ME! JESUS!”

And then the devil and all his smoke disappeared from my bedroom in the blink of an eye.

I found that my husband had awoken with my screaming, and was reaching out to comfort me from across the bed, to where I was still crouched on the floor. He wanted to know why I had called out for the Lord.

So I told him.
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I share my testimony with you today, because I sense that there will be those out there in the future, who may think about making their own deal with the devil. They may wish to make such a bargain, for something as basic as even having some food to eat. BUT KNOW THIS: THERE WILL NEVER BE ANYTHING WE WILL ENDURE ON THIS EARTH THAT WILL EVEN COME CLOSE TO BEING WORTH AN ETERNITY IN HELL!
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Matthew 13:42 “And shall cast them into a furnace of fire: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth.”
Ps 86:13 For great is thy mercy toward me: and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell.
Pr 15:24 The way of life is above to the wise, that he may depart from hell beneath.
Revelation 14:11 “And the smoke of their torment goes up forever and ever; and they have no rest day and night, those who worship the beast and his image, and whoever receives the mark of his name.”
Matthew 10:28 “And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. But rather fear Him who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.”
Mark 8:36, “For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?”
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