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…

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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!

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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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His Imperfect Wife

My heart drags to post this journal entry here,
Yet the nudging from my Lord and Savior to do so,
Have only strengthened with time and prayer,
and will not go away.

I have been told that there are those out there
Who are currently struggling with issues like these.
So these next few posts, (this one and the past two included,)
Are written for you.

A word of warning concerning this post:
War is ugly, no matter what side you’re on.

Journal entry: April 3rd, 2005

(Note: The past three days I’ve been very sick with bronchitis.
The day after this journal entry, my husband also became sick with this same bug…)

I knew the peace between us wouldn’t last through this illness.

My husband kept asking me to do things,
For him and with him, as if I wasn’t even sick.

I have always told him, (every time I’ve been sick,)
That when I’m sick, all plans are on hold.
No going out for a night on the town,
Getting together with another couple,
Cleaning or re-modeling projects,
EVERYTHING.
But does he listen and take this to heart?

No.

When I awoke today, I felt so miserable,
That when my husband asked me
what I was going to do today,
I told him in all seriousness:
TO BREATHE.

He then asks me questions
Designed to get me to do his will;

“Can you log on to the prescription web site?
I need to access your RX history for taxes.”
“O.K.”, I said, figuring I could do this while I worked on eating my just-made and still-warm lunch.

But problems are encountered in logging on,
And before I knew it, he had me checking up
On two other items of paperwork, as well.
Then, as I’m still struggling to sort out these paper problems,
He clicks something on his Palm Pilot PDA,
(Presumably checking something off his ‘to do’ list,)
then shuts it off & sets it down, turns to me and says:
“O.K…., now, do you want me to help you
clear out and vacuum this room?”

I looked at him first, to see if he was joking,
And when I seen that he was not,
I raised my voice just a notch,
And said very emphatically, “NO!”

He frowned. “Well why not?”

I was so upset by this question,
That I felt my mind buzz blank for a moment,
Before I gave him my answer.
“Because I haven’t even been able
to pause from doing all the other things
you’ve been asking me to do,
to even have a bite of my own lunch!
So, no! I don’t want to! I’m going to eat first!”

He then had the grace to look a bit sheepish,
As he realized the truth of my words, and then backed off enough to let me finish eating my now cold lunch.

Oi! HOW this man could even understand me,
with my voice sounding like a nasally scuba diver
speaking under 30 feet of water, I’ll never know!

Once I finished eating, and finished doing the work
he had requested me to do, we begin clearing out the room.
Mind you, this is heavy once or twice a year cleaning
That I’m trying to do, and to top it off,
My allergies were working overtime,
From all the dust, cat hair, and pollen.
(He had the window open for ‘fresh’ air.)
So by the time we actually came close to finishing,
I was very weak, wheezing, and gasping for air,
And I then stopped and asked my husband to do the rest,
(vacuuming under my desk,)
for I told him that I was on my last molecule of energy,
and I felt like I was about to collapse.
Grumbling, he took the vacuum cleaner
and finished the chore,
but let me know how upset he was,
that I had not told him sooner
that I would not be able to then go downstairs
and fry up the purchased trout for our dinner.

This made me angry again, and I let him know,
That he should not have planned (For certain,)
For me to make or do anything when I’m sick!

He responds, by telling me that I should have told him
Yes or no, yesterday when he mentioned it to me in passing.

(Like how many times would you like me to tell you that
I’M SICK, AND ALL PLANS ARE OFF?!?)

But of course, I go downstairs
(after resting a moment or two,)
and go make the fish for dinner.

Later on that night, right before
(while I’m still weak & struggling to simply breathe,)
he points out on the calendar,
the nights he’s working late for this week.
(Oh No!, I think to myself,
But I need you here when I’m this sick,
To give me a break from the kids,
So I can get some rest!)
He then tells me that he’s not sure
if he should cancel class for Friday, or not.
(At the time of this writing, my husband was a professor at a local college.)
I ask him why he would,
And he tells me that he can combine the last two lessons,
And then give the students a break on Friday.
(Oh, I think to myself, that would be nice for them.)
But then he goes and does the crass and uncaring
(dare I say unthinking?) thing of reminding me
that we would need this Friday off,
in order for us to go camping this weekend.

(AAAGGGHHH!!!!)

I looked at him in shock, anger, and disbelief,
And repeated once again to him,
That no, we can’t go camping this weekend,
BECAUSE I’M SICK!

This time, he slams the calendar down on the desk,
And snarled “that’s right! We can’t, can we!”
He then looks at me fully and says:
“I am so ANGRY that you are sick!”

(Well!!! HE’S angry that I’m sick!!
What am I ? HAPPY? I certainly didn’t choose
To get this sickness, and spend my next two months
Just struggling to breathe in an ocean of green slimy mucus!!!)

“Well then,” I told him, “the next time the neighbor boy
comes over to play with the kids,
and he’s still sounding and acting like he’s still pretty sick,
you’ll know what to tell him!”

(My husband had always de-valued my concerns,
and shut me up when I told him that I don’t want our kids
to play with other sick kids, while they’re still sick.
I don’t know why, But he seems to believe that our children (and me?!?) are like superheroes or something,
Impervious to bacteria, viruses, or colds.
He let them play all together, and now we are all sick
with what this boy had. And so now he blames ME?!?)

As he walks away, my mind is already deciding
That now we are separate again,
And that I will hold myself apart from him,
And not sleep too close to him tonight.

But then God
(yes, He was still there, – amazing, isn’t it?)
reminded me of the futility of such a move.
It would only end up being
a waste of spent time & energy.

But I couldn’t just let it all go, either.
So I said, – much more calmly, “You know, …that really hurt!”

“I know,” he replied with resignation
yet still some anger, in his voice.

And I know, that sooner or later,
With my P.U.S.H. prayers, (Praying Until Something Happens,)
My husband’s heart will soften,
And he will come to terms yet again,
with his imperfect wife.

So, now, I simply have to keep reminding myself
(as Satan tries to incite me against
such a ‘selfish’ & ‘unloving’ husband,)
that this too, shall pass,
and that this is not a big enough issue
to rip our family apart over.

Once again however,
I am reminded of what happens to me
When I take my eyes off Jesus,
And refocus them on my husband.
That man would keep me doing his will
running me ragged, telling me to just keep going,
And that I’ll be just fine. Vitamins? Medicines?
Nah, you don’t really need them.
Rest? What for? Your not REALLY that sick, are you?
Oh come on! Why do you have to let
A little virus bring you down like that?
Just ignore it, and it will go away!

Oh yeah.

They say, that to look at God, is life. And in my case,
I think the literal interpretation would fit.
Cause to keep my eyes on my husband,
And submit to my husband IN EVERYTHING,
Instead of checking in with my God FIRST,
Would mean death for me, in more ways than one….
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TO BE CONTINUED…

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Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as it is fit in the Lord. Husbands, love your wives, and be not bitter against them.

And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men; Knowing that of the Lord ye shall receive the reward of the inheritance: for ye serve the Lord Christ.

(Colossians Chapter 3, verses 18-19, 23-24, KJV)

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