Beware The Principality of Witchcraft

For the last few mornings, January 5th and the 6th, I have woken to a song going through my head, over and over again.

This is not the first time this has happened to me; indeed, it is one of the ways the Lord warns me about something, or wishes to impress something upon me.

The song is ‘Devil Woman’ by Cliff Richard. (1975)

“I’ve had nothing but bad luck
Since the day I saw the cat at my door
So I came into you sweet lady
Answering your mystical call

Crystal ball on the table
Showing the future, the past
Same cat with them evil eyes
And I knew it was a spell she cast

She’s just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She’s gonna get you…
She’s just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She’s gonna get you from behind…

Give me the ring on your finger
Let me see the lines on your hand
I can see me a tall dark stranger
Giving you what you hadn’t planned

I drank the potion she offered me
I found myself on the floor
Then I looked in those big green eyes
And I wondered what I came there for…

If you’re out on a moonlit night
Be careful of them neighborhood strays
Of a lady with long black hair
Trying to win you with her feminine ways

Crystal ball on the table
Show them the future, the past
Same cat with them evil eyes
You’d better get out of there fast…”

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTp_Yy9QHBw)

It is reported that the singer of this song did not like the original lyrics, and refused to sing them, because it glorified the occult. So the writer changed some of the lines to re-make it into a warning of the occult, and this satisfied the singer enough to record it. He didn’t think it would be a hit at all, but the publisher claimed it would probably end up being a big hit in America. And it was. The singer claimed that the song had even saved a person from getting further into the occult, for this woman listening heard the warning of the song, repented of her witchcraft dealings, and became a follower of Jesus Christ. (http://www.cliffrichardsongs.com/devilwoman/)

This time the Lord impressed upon me, that this was a message to be shared with others, especially with those in America.

He began to remind me, of some of the things I had witnessed lately, and then told me that what I was seeing was not just a local thing, (as I had thought,) but was actually happening all across America.

People are becoming more enthralled with the occult, and some are even beginning to feel its poison.

For example, at a neighborhood gathering, we were told that the man who had purchased the vacant lot next to us (about nine months or so ago,) despite being in really good health, had suddenly come down with some kind of rare incurable form of fast acting cancer, and had died just a short while ago. He had been sick for the past six months. That is why he had not started to build anything yet on the land. The land has remained fallow all these years, because of the curse upon it. No one can seem to hold onto it for long; it is forever changing hands. This man probably had no idea that he had purchased cursed land. Yet it still affected him.

At another gathering, I was explaining to a new neighbor how our land was cursed, how this had affected us, and what we had done to be rid of the evil spirits. But another neighbor rudely interrupted and rolled her eyes at me, stating that she herself had several spirits living with her in her house, but that the spirits were quite friendly. She then insinuated that we must have done something to get the spirits on our land so upset with us. (I did not doubt this; being believers in Jesus Christ is enough alone to upset them.) I soon realized that those listening, were more enthralled by her story, and had no real interest in hearing the rest of my testimony. So I moved on. But it left a sad place in my heart, to see the warm reception this woman got, when she talked about befriending evil spirits.

One of my sons had been dating a girl for a short while, that claimed she was interested in becoming a Christian. The relationship puzzled me, for when he was with her he seemed quite enamored of her. Yet when he was apart from her, he had no interest in her at all. When I went to the Lord with it, He told me to break all witches spells over him, and the next day after doing this, he broke it off with her for good. We then found out later, that she and a friend of hers who was a witch, had placed a spell over my son, to cause him to like her. She never wanted to become a believer. She was already a witch instead.

There is a hotel within an hours drive from us, that is known for its ghost haunting and financial issues and other problems. (It is so cursed that our family can not even get close to the building, without getting dizzy from all the evil spirits.) But instead of blessing the land and casting out the evil spirits, the new owners bought a special ghost kit that one can use if they rent out one of the rooms. These kits supposedly help you to locate and listen to the ghosts. They act as if it is one of the best things to ever happen to the hotel. Sadly, they reported that many are now going there to try and talk to the spirits that reside there. It has become the popular thing to do.

Such evil is not to be scoffed at or played with. It is real, and it is dangerous. And the Lord has told me that America is in danger of becoming caught under its spell.

While in prayer over this, the mystical woman riding the beast of Revelation came to mind. Revelation 17:5 “And upon her forehead was a name written, Mystery, Babylon The Great, The Mother Of Harlots And Abominations Of The Earth.” Then I remembered, that witchcraft is one of the ‘Mystery’ religions. That meant that the woman riding the beast, could very well be a witch! (Probably not a surprise to you, but it sure was to me.)

Then the Lord revealed to me, that some witches, on the last day of the twelve days of Christmas, this January 5th, placed a spell over the populace of America, releasing demons that would seduce the young people into the occult and turn them away from God.

There is a ruling demon spirit – a principality of witchcraft, that is acting like that ‘devil woman’ in the song. When one first considers the occult, it can seem like a ‘sweet lady’, with its promises of learning hidden knowledge, being able to speak to the dead, converse with ghosts, and in some cases even influence others for a short while. But before long, you will be giving up more than just ‘the ring on your finger’, and you may very well find yourself ‘on the floor’, wondering what happened. Demons don’t always attack you right away; they tend to lie in wait till the timing is perfect, before striking. In the end, you will have gotten ‘what you hadn’t planned’.

Thankfully we don’t need a crystal ball to see what witchcraft and the fascination wit the occult will bring; the scriptures themselves serve as a warning of its poison, and there are many out there who can testify to those end results.

The occult is filled with SICKNESS. The occult is DEATH to anyone practicing it, playing with it, or even touching it in some way. White or black witchcraft makes no difference to God. In His eyes it is all sin. No matter how far you may have gone into it; Jesus Christ of Nazareth can set you free from it. Don’t wait; RUN from it, and into His arms immediately! Tell Him that you now give your life over to Him, and wish to follow His Word and His perfect will. Trust in Him. Read of Him, (like Psalm 91) read His Word out loud for they are your sword against the demons of that ‘evil woman’. May the Lord Jesus Christ bless you greatly as you walk with HIM!

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Deuteronomy 18:9-14 (EXB) “When you enter the land the Lord your God is giving you, don’t learn to do the •hateful [detestable; abhorrent; abominable] things the other nations do. Don’t let anyone among you offer a son or daughter as a sacrifice in the fire. Don’t let anyone use •magic [divination; Ex. 7:11; Ezek. 21:21] or witchcraft, or •try to explain the meaning of signs [augury or sorcery]. Don’t let anyone •try to control others with magic [cast spells], and don’t let them •be mediums [consult/inquire of ghosts or spirits] or try to •talk with the spirits of [consult] dead people [1 Sam. 28]. The Lord •hates [detests] anyone who does these things. Because the other nations do these things, the Lord your God will •force [dispossess] them out of the land ahead of you. But you must be •innocent [blameless] in the presence of the Lord your God.”

Micah 5:11-13 (KJV) “And I will cut off the cities of thy land, and throw down all thy strong holds: And I will cut off witchcrafts out of thine hand; and thou shalt have no more soothsayers: Thy graven images also will I cut off, and thy standing images out of the midst of thee; and thou shalt no more worship the work of thine hands.”

Isaiah 47:9 (EXB) “Two things will happen to you suddenly, in a single day. You will lose your children and •your husband [become a widow].
These things will •truly happen to [or overwhelm;  come in abundance upon] you, in spite of all your •magic [sorceries], in spite of your powerful •tricks [spells; enchantments].”

Leviticus 20:6 (KJV) “And the soul that turneth after such as have familiar spirits, and after wizards, to go a whoring after them, I will even set my face against that soul, and will cut him off from among his people.”

Galatians 5:19-21(KJV) “Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these; Adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness, Idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies, Envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings, and such like: of the which I tell you before, as I have also told you in time past, that they which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God.”

Acts 19:19 (EXB) “Some [or A significant number] of them who had •used magic [practiced sorcery/witchcraft] brought their magic •books [or scrolls] and burned them before everyone. Those books were worth about fifty thousand silver coins [C probably drachmas, each worth a day’s wages].”

Revelation 21:8 (KJV) “But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.”

Ephesians 6:12 (KJV) “For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”

(See also: Revelation 22:15, 2 Chronicles 33:6, Malachi 3:5, Leviticus 19:26, and Nahum 3:3-5.)

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“O.k. Lord! My hands are full; take us up!”

If you have ever studied the topography of California,
You will note that in the center of it,
Lies a large flat area,
Surrounded mostly by mountains.
Whether you refer to it as California’s Bathtub,
Or simply as The Valley,
Know that it has been the focus
of many believer’s prophetic dreams and visions.
God is warning His people of what is to come,
So that none of His children there will be caught unawares.

Below is the testimony of a stranger
I once met in the ladies rest room at a Kmart
Located in the higher hills of California…

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It was a hot day in the spring
When I chanced to go to Kmart.

I entered into the rest room,
Relieved to find one of the two stalls open.

As I went in,
The other woman in the other stall came out.

She kept talking on and on
About how very hot it was,
And how hard it was
To go through menopause.

She was not content
To simply talk by herself.
She kept asking me questions
As if she was trying to draw me in to a conversation,

And I sensed it was O.K., and even good,
to respond to her. So I did.

I told her
That I had yet to face my own menopause,
But sensed it was close around the corner,
And that yes it was indeed
A very hot day.

There was something about
Her booming, compelling voice,
That urged my heart awake.

She claimed that Jesus
Was helping her through the worst of her symptoms,
And proclaimed His goodness for all in that room to hear.

This surprised me,
To encounter one so sure of the Christ,
Without us even having seen each other.

As I left the stall,
She was asking me if I believed in Jesus.
And as I looked straight into her eyes, I nodded my yes.

“Do you and your family live up here?”, she asked me.
She was talking so fast,
that it was hard to get a word in edgewise.
So I nodded my yes again.

“Oh! That is so good to hear!
I have just finished seeing my family move
Up into these mountains.
The last of my children and grandchildren
Have all moved up here.
My grandson just got his first job here at Kmart.”

I smiled, for I could see and hear
the pride, relief, and accomplishment
In her face and in her voice.

“Do you live up here with them?” I asked her.

I had figured this was why
she had prayed her family up here,
so they could be with her.

But I was wrong.

“Oh, no; I still live down in the valley…”

She must have seen the distress upon my face
when I heard that. Her words tore at me.
Hadn’t the Lord warned her about living in the valley?
Was God now wanting me to warn her?
Surely He would want His children
To know of the danger!

“But the valley is not a safe place!
A great destruction shall come upon it-”

“Ah yes!” She said, interrupting me with my concern,
“I know very well, that there will be a great earthquake,
And that the waters will come up and cover the land.
That is why I have moved all of my family up here
To this higher ground!”

“But what about you?!” I exclaimed.

“Oh honey, don’t worry about me!
I’ve already lived my life!
I’ll be ready when those waters come.
You see, as the waters will rise around me,
I’ll be grabbing a hold of as many people around me as I possibly can,
I’ll even grab them by their hair if I have to,
Before yelling, “O.K. Lord! My hands are full; take us up!”

“But what about your family?
Loosing you will hit them so hard…”

“Oh, they will be O.K..” she said on a sigh, before continuing.
“It’s those that are still left in the valley,
That I am now concerned for.
The Lord still has me working there for Him,
To bring as many to Him that I possibly can,
before the foreseen destruction falls upon it.”

“We need to pray for them,” she continued.
“And you be sure to keep your faith in the Lord!
Don’t let anything tear you away from Him, you hear?”

I nodded my yes again,
This time too choked up with tears to speak.

She then told me
That she had to be leaving,
For she was to meet her grandson for a celebratory dinner.

So I embraced her with a big hug,
And she returned it to me with her own,
And as she turned to walk out of the restroom,
She says just one more word to me
With a wave of her hand.

“Maranatha!”

Then she was gone.

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“And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment:” (Hebrews 9:27, KJV)

“For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive.” (1 Corinthians 22, KJV)

“Do you think that I like to see wicked people die? says the Sovereign LORD. Of course not! I want them to turn from their wicked ways and live.” (Ezekiel 18:23 NLT)

“And he that reapeth receiveth wages, and gathereth fruit unto life eternal: that both he that soweth and he that reapeth may rejoice together.” (John 4:36, KJV)

“That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life.” (John 3:15, KJV)

“Search the scriptures; for in them ye think ye have eternal life: and they are they which testify of me.” (John 5:39, KJV)

Know Him, = know life.
Here in this world,
And in the next…!

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A Strange Dream Of A Stranger

     A strange dream- of a stranger.
     Only an hour or so long in reality, but a lifetime in the dream.
     He was an old homeless man who lived out of his car. (The car had deep red seats that could change into a flat bed.)
     He looked like my grandpa, but reminded me of my father.
     He did not believe in Jesus, for the seed of faith that had once grown within him, had been trampled upon and died. (I sensed this had happened in his Catholic past.)
     I met him one day upon my travels, and offered dinner with my family to him. He paused, and I knew then if I ever remarked on his homelessness, he’d be gone. So I did not, but it was hard.
     We grew close to each other through the days, I, the daughter, like the only child he wished he could have had, (he never married or had kids,) and me, he was the father, the relationship, I could have had with my father, had things been different. (If he had known that I forgave him of the physical abuse and that I still loved him.)
     We reminisced, and debated life and God.
     Through the days shared, he seen me work for God, and I could sense him soften somewhere inside. But he never made the choice for God, at least while I was with him.
     Then one day, as I was thanking Jesus out loud, for the seasons of the world – all of them – (it was raining hard,) I stood in the storm shower, and thanked Him for the sun, the storms, the snow…especially the soft crystal-globe snow, that falls like a kiss on the cheek,…-
     He came to me to say goodbye.
     I cried and cried, not wanting him to go, (I loved him deeply already,) but he told me it was his time to go, “he must be moving on,” and as we embraced, I felt the heat of his skin as if it was on fire, and knew that he was sick, and would die. I cried all the harder, all the more, and pleaded with him to stay. But I think he knew, though the words remained unspoken, that I would end up caring for him till he died. And he did not want this – pride or reasons, remained unsaid. And a part of me realized the truth in the unspoken; that I should be about my family’s business, (not consumed by his,) but I still cried and it still hurt.
     I knew then, that his mind was made up and that he would leave to go die.
     So I grabbed his face in my hands, turning it to meet mine, and asked him point blank, “So, will I see you in heaven someday?” And cried all the harder when he would not answer.
     “Well…” he hinged, as he seen the grief in my heart that his answer brought me, and I knew he was going to say ‘yes’ just for me, so I stopped him.
     “No, don’t say it unless you really mean it.”
     He paused and admitted to me, “I don’t know,” and I knew he thought of his past and the church.
     “Don’t let the Catholic Church do this to you!” I said, and sensed it had been like a mantra between us.
     Then he said, “It’s my conscience, you see; there’s something in there still, and it won’t rest.”
     Then I sighed as my heart lifted a little, for I knew then there was hope still that I would see him someday in heaven.
     So we said our goodbye’s and parted, and I cried and cried and cried for days.

*   Then I woke up.
     No tears were upon my face, (not yet,) but the grief within me was hollow, real, and sharp.
     “Was he real, Lord?” I asked out loud, but got no answer at that time. I sensed though, that it was best I pray for him, just in case it was.
     So I went down on my knees before my God, and pleaded his case to Him. “His faith did start to grow, Lord,” I pleaded with Him, “It just got trampled upon by the church. And some of it did survive Lord, for how else could he have come to care for me? Have mercy for him for my sake Lord, please? I’d like to see him in heaven again some day…”
     And as I write this, to record the dream, I cry.
     I cry and wonder, was this a soul on his way to heaven, given a last chance to be loved by another, through my dream?
     Reality enters, guilt washing over me – oh how silly this is, crying for someone I never knew except for in a dream… People would question my sanity, and think I had gone insane. But the energy-in-motion, still deep within me, cries out past those thoughts, and says out loud “Lord, if it be so, then let him in! Let him be with You. Set his spirit free…”
     I sensed a presence in the room beside me, slight, (not overpowering as my father’s had been,) and knew it was the old man from my dream. I sensed him say “thank you,” then give me another hug, and then leave.
     So, o.k., am I nuts? Just the imagination being over active?
     Sigh. All I do know, is that one day in heaven, I will know for sure.
     He sure was ‘neat’ though.
     And in the back of my mind there is a response: “You were to him, too.”
     Later on in the day, as the dusk descends, I recall and remember the odd dream. I remember and cry. I cry for him again, for his story, his life, touched me deeply. I’d like to think (if it really wasn’t ‘just a dream’,) that my tears, my caring, my prayers was not ‘just a waste’ from ‘just a dream’. Was it real? Did a soul, embarked on its journey, stop to reach out to mine in a dream?
     It caused me to pray for him, whoever he was, wherever he spent his life.
     My God answers my prayers; so if he did exist, my prayers were not for nothing!
     But what if it was only a dream? Not real? What then? Have I not just wasted all this time?
     Then my God answered me, softly, surely.
     He placed His conviction upon my heart, and I smiled.
     “I waste nothing.”
     I felt His great peace settle upon my heart once again.
MY GOD WASTES NOTHING.
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