The Spirit of Christmas

I was shopping in a store that was going out of business. I found many good deals of things we had been needing for a long time so my bags were full. As I was leaving the store, I seen an older man off to one side, about thirty feet from me. He looked like a shady stranger that one would try to avoid at all costs to be safe.

When he seen me, his eyes lit up and he said “Wow, I see you bought someone lucky so many presents for Christmas this year! They are going to be filled with the spirit!” It was hard to hear him, for he was mumbling and far away from me. But I understood the gist of it.

As soon as he finished speaking, I seen three shadowy demons come out of him and try to tag themselves onto me.

“Oh no!” I responded under my breath, “these things are not for Christmas! There will be none of that in my house!”

And as soon as I stopped speaking, I seen the demons pause, and then heard them whine and complain and tell me that I was no fun, before they turned and raced back into the man who had spoken to me.

My son came with me into the next store, and as we walked in I almost stumbled. The sudden weight was so oppressive that it was hard for me to walk. I had to bind it up in the name of Jesus to continue. We could hear the Christmas music blaring overhead and it reminded me of a nasty swarm of stinging insects. The place was very busy and overcrowded, and everywhere I looked I could see the colors of red and green.

We picked up the item we had come for and went to stand in line.

People were in a foul mood, angry at having to wait for so long in line to make their holiday purchases. Many were second guessing their purchases while they waited, verbally wondering out loud if so and so would like it or not.

As we left, my son told me that he had been hit with the demon of ‘I have to buy something’ really hard, but he refused to give into it and so he bought nothing.

We realized that was where the pressure was coming from; all the demons of ‘I want’, ‘me me me’, ‘whine’, ‘complain’, ‘less money’, ‘more debt’, ‘I have to buy’, ‘doubt’, ‘mine’, ‘more’, ‘should’, ‘spend’, ‘pressure’, ‘expectations’, and ‘failure’. The store was literally overflowing with demons!

We also realized that all these demons were under the authority of a principality demon called the spirit of Christmas.

We went to a food truck to bring back dinner, and there I met a man while waiting in line who was telling me of some job opportunities. He had been unemployed for a few weeks and had been praying that he would find a good job.

So I said to him, “May the Lord bless you and give you the job of your dreams!”

He starred at me for a second and then said “Oh! You’re a Christian!” Then he paused for a moment before asking me “Do you go to a church around here?”

“No,” I told him. “We have yet to find one that sticks to the bible.”

He then went on and on about the church he goes to and how magnificent his pastor was. He went on and on so much about the man, that I couldn’t help but wonder if the man was closer to his pastor than he was to Jesus.

I grew tired of hearing about the perfect pastor, so I interrupted him and asked “Do they celebrate Christmas there?”

I will never forget the look on his face; It blatantly said “well, duh! Of course!,” but to the man’s credit, he then blinked and said “yes.”

“Oh,” I said. “Never mind then.”

He frowned. “You don’t celebrate Christmas?”

I could see the thought that a believer in Jesus Christ that does not celebrate the holly day was a new encounter for him. So I told him, “We researched into it and found that it had too many pagan ties to it. We also found that there were so many demons attached to it that we stopped celebrating it.”

“Oh,” he said, and said nothing more.

I looked at him and realized that this was a man who had no idea of the war that raged all around him. As he said his goodbye and we exchanged blessings with each other, I inwardly cringed. It was like watching an innocent walk back into the slaughter, wondering when he would get hit.

When we got back home, we immediately noticed that things felt lighter. I asked my husband about it, and he too, said he noticed that there was less pressure in the house. He then sheepishly told me that he had finally gotten around to bringing that nativity scene to the dump, and that this is why the atmosphere was so much lighter in the house.

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Please don’t just continue to blindly follow the world in celebrating this pagan holiday, and then wonder why you are having problems. The Lord is very clear in His word that we are to have nothing to do with mixing pagan practices with His worship. When we do, problems arise. There are only two instances when a person’s birthday was celebrated in the bible, and both of those times were by pagan kings. But if you really want to celebrate His birthday, celebrate it during the feast of Tabernacles, when we celebrate that the Lord has come to live with us. If giving up Christmas is just too hard for you to do, consider celebrating Hanukkah with its seven candled menorah. There one has several days where one shares the miracles that the Lord has done in their lives and their families lives with one another.

May the Lord bring you into His perfect peace,
C. Dunamis

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(Note: For scriptures on this, see the post on how satanists celebrate Christmas.)
https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2013/12/25/cast-out-the-spirits-of-christmas/
https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2014/12/15/how-witches-and-satanists-celebrate-christmas/
https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2016/12/12/a-short-video-clip-about-christmas/

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Seeing My Mother On Mother’s Day

(I am hesitant to share this post, but the Lord is telling me that there is someone out there who needs to hear it…)

May 13th, 2007 Mother’s Day.

I seen my mother last night in a dream. (She has been dead now for many years.)

I was crying,
Over the stress in my life,
When I said out loud,
(still in my dream,)
“I wish my mother was here!
She’d know just what to say,
To make me feel better!”

And then suddenly,
There she was,
Before me,
With her arms open wide,
Welcoming me back in.

“Oh Mom!” I said to her, still crying,
(But now they were tears of relief,)
I’ve missed you SO MUCH!”

She wrapped her arms around me
Tightly, hugging me back.

She looked younger and full of vitality,
But I knew she was still the same mom that I knew.
I spoke to her about the problems,
And told her of my fears.

“Oh my child,” she said to me in response,
“It’s O.K.; God has us in His hands…”

I sensed that she spoke
Of the time line of eternity,
With ‘us’
Being the line of our family,
Which included my husband
And my children.

I then spent some time there
within her embrace,
soaking up the memories
of what it feels like
to hold her and touch her again.
I breathed in her comfort,
For I knew it might be a long time,
Before I’d get to see her again.

When my spirit was comforted
And at peace,
She left my presence.

I then,
Still in my dream,
Got down on my knees
Right where I was,
And spoke out loud to my God,
Thanking Him
For letting me see and be
With my mother again.

I then woke up.

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God can send His comfort to us in ways we least expect…

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2 Corinthians 1:3-4 (KJV) “Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.”

Deuteronomy 31:8 (KJV) “And the Lord, he it is that doth go before thee; he will be with thee, he will not fail thee, neither forsake thee: fear not, neither be dismayed.”

That Altar To Satan

A few months ago, me and one of my boys went to one of the local second hand stores on their half off day.

When we went in the store, it felt off, as if something had changed in the store, but we weren’t sure what it was or where it had come from.

As we shopped, we kept our eyes out for whatever it was that had changed.

Then my son came to me asking me for a band aid. He showed me a small cut on his hand that was bleeding.

So I gave him one, and he put it on his hand.

Then just a few minutes later, he came to me again, this time needing two more band aids for bleeding cuts.
I found two more band aids and gave them to him. Again, he put them on.

I asked him what he was touching, that would cause cuts on his hands, but he said he was looking at clothes, and did not know how or why his hands had started to bleed. He said he came to me for the band aids because he didn’t want to get the clothes all bloody.

We looked at his hands again, and found that just within the time that we’d been talking, there were several more small cuts in both hands that were starting to bleed. The cuts were in the natural creases of the hand.

As I tried in vain to search for more band aids, the Lord told me to get out of the store.

But I kept looking for the band aids, thinking that he would need them anyways, and I was already in the process of searching through out my purse for them.

But again, I heard the voice from within almost shout at me: “Get out!”

So I stopped looking and ushered him outside.

As we were leaving, we looked back into the store, and seen a huge altar sitting there right in the middle of the store.

We had not seen it as we went in, for the store was busy, and several people had been standing in front of it. People had also put stuff on top of the altar, so it was not very noticeable close up.

But from a distance, now that the people had cleared out, one could see it.

It looked like the kind of altar one would find in a massive Roman Catholic church, complete with a large X with a P going through it, and the letters JHS on its side. It looked like it had first been built in the seventies.

That is what our eyes told us. But the spirit in both of us knew without a doubt, that this altar had once been used for satanic sacrifices and ritual works. We guessed that it had been in a Roman Catholic church at one time, and then had been used by a satanic coven. Now the coven no longer wanted it, and so it was now for sale at the second hand store.

My son was trying hard not to cry. He told me that he could sense the death that had come upon the victims that were once offered up and killed upon that altar to satan.

By the time we left that store, my son’s hands were slippery with blood. Many more wrinkles on both the inside palms of his hands had begun to bleed. The band aids wouldn’t even stay on; there was just too much blood.

But just minutes after we left the building, my son’s hands simply stopped bleeding.

A half hour after that, all signs of cuts or bleeding, were gone. No infection had set in. It was as if it had never even happened.

The following month we went back to the store. The altar was gone, and we experienced no more cuts or bleeding problems at all.

I share this to let others know, that sometimes items from Catholic churches can be used by Satanists. And when they are, those items can become very cursed indeed…

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Deuteronomy 12:1-3 GNV 1599: “These are the ordinances and the laws, which ye shall observe and do in the land, (which the Lord God [a]of thy fathers giveth thee to possess it) as long as ye live upon the earth. Ye shall utterly destroy all the places wherein the nations which ye shall possess, served their gods upon the high mountains, and upon the hills, and under every green tree. Also ye shall overthrow their altars, and break down their pillars, and burn their [b]groves with fire: and ye shall hew down the graven images of their gods, and abolish their names out of that place.” (See also Deut. 7:5)

Ephesians 6:12 GNV 1599: “For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, and against the worldly governors, the princes of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness, which are in the high places.”

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

Ephesians 4:27 “Neither give place to the devil.”