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POSSIBLE TAINTED OR CURSED ITEMS:

Playing cards – The basic deck of playing cards (some have reported problems with these – especially when used for gambling,) Dark Pokemon cards, Digimon, Yugio, Magic: The Gathering, tarot cards.

Posters of stars: For example, Marilyn Monroe and other movie stars, rock bands, athletes, etc. (They can help form unholy soul ties to the person on the poster. The owner of the poster can start to suffer the same problems that the star suffered from, such as drugs, unhealthy relationships, broken marriages, etc.)

Board games and other forms of games: Mah-Jhonng, Jumanji, Dungeons and dragons games, (and other role or fantasy games,) Ouija boards, (that one is a HUGE problem item for believers to have!)

Video games: Some of the worst ones are – Doom, Dante’s Inferno, Shiu Megami Tensei: Nocturne, Tecmo’s Deception, Guitar Hero III, Deep Down, Devil May Cry series, The Ninja Kids, The Binding of Issac, Castlevania: Lord of Shadow, Diablo, Requeim: Avenging Angel, Rune Quest.

Books: Twilight series books and other vampire books, Harry Potter books, book of Mormon and their literature, satanic bible, Morals and Dogma book by Albert Pike, other Masonic or illuminati texts, books and tapes on any false Christian doctrines, Jehovah’s Witness literature, Taoist literature, literature from cults, any books that combine biblical Christianity with modern day psychiatry, magic books, new age occult books, witchcraft books, and the writings of C. S. Lewis.

Some secular music: Some popular music has words and symbols that are illuminati based. Others promote un-Christian morals or values, and some are even openly satanic. Watching or listening to this music can cause an open doorway for demons to attack. So make sure what you listen to is clean as well. Even better, listen to Christian music. (Make sure the Christian music is not in name only! Some Christian bands are not of Him and are working under cover for satan instead. Their lyrics and their album covers give clues to this.)

T.V. Shows, movies, and computer web pages: Mystic Knights & their action figures, Inuyasha, Avatar, the new TV show ‘Coven’, The Lion the witch and the wardrobe movie, The Passion of the Christ, I Am Legend, (that movie was a HUGE problem for our family! It literally filled our whole house with demons.) Carrie, Harry Potter films, Avatar, vampire movies, Lord of the Rings trilogy, The Blair Witch Project, (and other witch craft movies and TV shows,) The Evil Dead, The Exorcist, movies about the dead, demons, satan, or hell, Omen, Stephen King’s It, Fallen, Rosemary’s Baby, The Unborn, The Convent, The Rite, The Gate, The Ninth Gate, Paranormal Activity, Pumpkinhead, Case 39, Amityville Horror, Silent Hill, Sinister, Child’s Play, The Exorcism of Emily Rose, Splice, other horror movies, and any program or movie that positively features a false religion in it. Also be cautious where you go while surfing the web. The computer screen can become a portal for evil to go through, depending on what is being viewed. Our family has had problems with pictures of demons, aliens, false gods, reading false doctrine, and any of the symbols listed here. We have also had trouble with the face photos of certain criminals, as well as facial photos of those who practice Santeria. Often times as a believer, you can sense if what you are viewing is o.k. or not. You will have a sense of unease, irritability, dirt, disgust, or even out right fear after seeing what you are seeing. (When I view a web site with a picture of a demon or alien on it, I get a sudden shock of fear go right through my chest.) If this is sensed, stop, close the offending pictures, ask for forgiveness for looking upon it, and then cast out any demons that may have gone through the doorway, and then close the doorway in the name of Jesus. (For an example of this, see: https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2013/07/07/a-demon-came-through-the-computer-screen/ )

Holiday items and holidays: Christmas items – including tree shaped candy bars, decorated Christmas trees, Valentine’s & hearts, cupid, Easter items, Easter egg candies, Halloween decorations, Halloween toys, Easter rabbits, elves, santa, and reindeer, etc.. These holidays are from the Mithra religion, (and other pagan religions,) and are not from biblical Christianity.

New Age items or teachings: serpent coils, drums, rainbows, bells, some angel statues, sundials, gazing globes, (now often seen in lawn ornaments,) unicorns, crystals purchased from new age stores, birthstone jewelry, new age visualization items, witchcraft items, palmistry, tea leaf readings, yoga, astrology items, homeopathy, bach flower remedies, orgone boxes, good luck charms, horoscopes, Carl Jung’s analysis and writings, hypnosis, emptying the mind meditation, acupuncture, rabbits foot.

Toys: He-man, She-ra, Smurfs, care bears, cabbage patch dolls, the joker character from Batman, teenage mutant ninja turtles, dolls – especially cabbage patch dolls, troll dolls, some Barbie dolls, Brat dolls, toy voodoo dolls, and puppets, big bird from the Sesame Street program (other characters may be good to avoid from that show as well,) teletubbies, gremlins, rainbow brite, sprites, elves, punk rock dolls, go bots.

Items and symbols from Eastern religions: Hinduism, Buddhism, Jainism, Sikhism, Taoism, Shintoism, Confucianism, east Asian Buddhism, African traditional religions, voodoo, dragons, spiritism, mediums or channeling spirits, shiatsu, mind control – Silva or other, Anything Buddhist – especially their statues, pictures, or Incense, (often made in the Buddhist temples by their priests,) Yin & yang – tai chi symbols, foo dogs, Guan Yin statues, African statues, katchina dolls, Taoism art, mala beads, I Ching, Kung fu, Tai Chi Chuan, Hsing I, Pa Kua, Aikido, eastern meditation systems, religious items given to you by a guru, tikkis, African jujus, Chais, incense made from the Hare Krishna cult dedicated to Hindu gods, Mughal prayer rugs, Vishnu, Shiva, Rama and etc., karma items or literature, reincarnation, ascended masters, avatars, mandalas.

Items and symbols from Western religions: wiccan, paganism, druidry, church of satan, anything Islamic, Baha’i faith, Unitarian Universalism, Humanism, (we have found some darwinism texts to be problematic,) Jehovah’s witnesses, Christian Science, Judaism – anything the pharacees added to the religion outside the bible, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (LDS), Scientology, Indian art, Native American art work, dream catchers, Native American carved walking sticks, Obeah canes, totem poles or other carved wood art, Hawaiian gods or goddesses, Catholic statuaries such as crucifixes (that show Tammuz dying,) and statues of Mary, (who is actually Mithra’s Semeramis, the queen of heaven,) Catholic prayer cards given out at funerals to remember the dead, pictures of Catholic saints, rosaries – even the links and pieces of rosaries, Catholic missals, Catholic bibles, Catholic hymnals, Catholic prayer books, Marian apparition memorabilia, hex sign (or also called the Pennsylvania Dutch sign,) Italian horn jewelry, SS runes, skull and crossbones, winged horse, pentagrams, (inverted or upright,) hexagrams, hexagram in a circle, statue of liberty memorabilia, the Louvre memorabilia, pyramids, Ankh, Mexican sun art, moon art, flamingos, alligators, leviathan, goats head, family altar for worship of dead ancestors, anything given to you by a witch, witches masks, protectors from the evil eye, Kabala items, 9 candled menorahs, hand of Fatima, Easter Island statues, shaman items, any Greek or Roman gods, fairies, totem poles.

Symbols on items that can make the item cursed: Marijuana leafs, disguised 666, (this looks almost Celtic in nature. It is the logo of the New King James Bible.) 666 or FFF, the V sign made with the hands, the V sign but with the two fingers held together, the horns sign – made with the pinky and index finger held up, with the rest of the fingers held down to the palm. The capitol letter A in a circle with the middle bar extended to the sides of the circle, inverted cross, the labrys ax, (double sided curved blades,) pontifical cross of Lucifer, peace sign or witches foot, swastika, unicursive hexagram, paisley designs, horseshoes, charms, wishbones, four leaf clovers, the evil eye or one eyed symbols, Jewish Hamsa hand, zodiac signs, some tulip art work, six petal rosettes, twelve petal rosettes, Rosicrucian items, eight pointed star, goose with blue ribbon around its neck, square and compass, symbols or icons from false religions and secret societies, (or logos from other items listed on this page.) As a side note, be also aware that not all pictures of Jesus are of Him. (In the ancient ruins of Greece and Rome, many carvings that are thought to be of Jesus, are actually of the god Mithra.) Again, some are manipulated and used by satan to gain entrance into your heart and home. (http://www.demonbuster.com/idols.html – Demonic jesus face from promise keepers meeting)

Drugs: Hard liquor, (they don’t call it ‘spirits’ for nothing!,) marijuana, heroin, cocaine, peyote, other illegal drugs, some prescription drugs such as pain killers and drugs taken for depression or mood disorders, or any other man made poison. (Again, check with God. For us we found that some antibiotics such as cephalexin and narcotic pain killers such as codeine were cursed and giving us problems.)

Secret society items: Illuminati items and symbols, Masonic items, Shriner items, De Molay items, Eastern Star items, Elk lodge items, IOOF items, (odd fellows,) Job’s Daughter’s items, Klu Klux Klan items, square and compass, Eastern Star items, rainbow girls items, Illuminati items, Job’s Daughters items, all-seeing third eye, lambskin apron – actual apron or symbol, owls.

False teaching items: Scientology, life stream, Napoleon Hill’s teachings, Robert Schuller’s teachings, Roy Master’s teachings, Rick Warren’s teachings, any teachings that combine God’s Word with pop psychology. (http://www.lighthousetrailsresearch.com/ is a good place to check for current new age false teaching authors.)

Other items: Candles – especially colored ones. Emergency candles and tea lights we have seen less oppression from. (This was a hard one for me to give up, for I love my candles! But it did stop the demons from attacking my kids whenever they were lit. Olive oil candles are a good substitute.) Frogs, Nike label, bells, items autographed by someone famous, Fleur–de–Lis, the distelfink goldfinch bird, cornucopias, caduceus the winged wand of mercury (doctor’s symbol,) magic 8 ball, Sara Coventry jewelry (which started out as ‘Sara’s coven jewelry’,) and her eye glass frames or other items, Pythagorean items, fez hats, mardi gras items, aliens, some UFO photos, masks – especially ones used in rituals or ceremonies, Alienware computers – the ones with the face of an alien lit up on its cover, (covering up the alien face made the demons stop coming out,) hard or soft pornography, and sometimes even an item of clothing you used to wear before you became a believer.

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Yes, I believe autism is caused by a demon. I do not know if the demon stays in the person, or if it did the damage and has moved on…

When I was staying with that Jehovahs Witness family during the forest fire, I was witnessing to them about Jesus. (I didn’t know I was doing this at the time. I simply answered her questions best I could.) The Lord Jesus told me that I could have healed their autistic son (autistic from a vaccine,) if they had believed. But alas, they refused to believe, so the son was left autistic.

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The other day our family was cleaning out the freezers. One of my kids picked up a package of grass fed ground beef that I had purchased not too long ago. It felt different to him somehow, so he asked the Lord why. The Holy Spirit told him to look underneath the package and read what was on it. At the very bottom of the back of the package there was a symbol my son had never seen before. When he looked at it closer, (it was kind of hard to see it for the writing was in small print,) one word stood out starkly from all the rest.

He knew what that word meant. THIS FOOD HAD BEEN SACRIFICED TO AN IDOL!

Immediately my son called me over and gave it to me and told me to look at that symbol on the back of the package. When I seen what it said I almost dropped it! Suddenly I could see all the snake-like demons wreathing around inside the package just waiting to be consumed by someone so they could move into them and bite them. I was horrified!

We bound them up in Jesus name and proclaimed the packages of meat as garbage. I then bound up and cast out any demons we may have unknowingly consumed through the eating of such meat in Jesus name. I started to throw them out, but decided to return them to the grocery store. I wanted the manager of the store to know exactly why I was returning them and why I would not be buying that brand any longer.

So the next day we drove into the city to return them. All the way there, despite them being bound, I could sense them slithering around in the bag by my feet. The tension in the car was palpable.
When I returned them to the store, I told them that this symbol meant that the animal had been killed as a sacrifice to a god, and as a Christian I refused to have any part of it for it was food sacrificed unto an idol.

Of course, as expected, she looked at me as if I was on the loony side, and got a hold of the manager on duty. I sensed the girl also thought of herself as a Christian, but I could tell she was one that followed Paul and not Christ, for I seen her self-righteous demon surface and leer at me, and I knew she was thinking of Paul’s words, that labeled me as a weaker brethren, (see Romans 14:2 below,) which meant in her eyes, she was better than I. (How like Satan to get us to play that game!)

When the manager on duty came I told her about it and asked that I wanted it to be known and recorded as to why it was being returned. They assured me the message would be passed on.

When we left the store, the peace in the car was an overwhelming relief!

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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.

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Humans learned the art of tattooing, (among other decorating arts of the body,) from the fallen angels that mated with human women before the flood of Noah. (http://www.eaec.org/bibleanswers/Noah.htm) Indeed, an increase in tattooing is a sign of the end times, because so many were doing it in the pre-flood days of Noah. It would not surprise me if the mark of the beast might one day be noted with a tattoo.

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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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He wasn’t always a follower of Jesus, despite being home schooled. It wasn’t until he was in his late teens before he decided to follow Him.

It happened while watching the movie “Fireproof” with us. I looked over at him and seen that he was crying. He asked me, “don’t you see the angel with its hand upon my shoulders? He has just told me that I am on their side now.”

Hallelujah! The Lord had answered my prayer, and he had finally become a believer. And sure enough, from that moment on, his primary focus has been on what God wants him to do.

This is the son that can see into the unseen world through reflections, such as seeing demons or angels through a pane of glass or in a puddle of water. He has also been able to audibly hear them. This insight into the unseen world came about after he gave his live over to Jesus.

He has been feeling lonely. God has put the desire to have a family in him, so he is currently searching for his bride, and would love your prayers that he finds the one that the Lord wants him to have. So far the Lord has revealed to him that she will be a ‘ginger’, but hasn’t said much else about her.

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( The emphasis are mines)

Disaster Averted
On our way camping, we came upon a long and steep decline going into the valley. It was very windy, and blew against the car and tent trailer, and along with the high speed of sixty five miles an hour, we started to fish tail and lost control of the car.

It felt like we increased our speed to much more than the limit, as my husband frantically tried to apply the brakes without locking them up.

There were cars in front of us and behind us; thankfully there were no cars beside us, and those behind us could clearly see our trouble, so they hung back, watching.

We came so close to the car in front of us, so very close. I thought for sure we had touched their bumper.

I asked my husband if he was o.k., and when my usually staid and calm husband admitted to me “I don’t know,” I felt panic hit me hard in the chest. My heart skipped a beat and I stopped breathing.

I knew it was time to pray and pray hard, but for the life of me, I could pull no scriptures to mind. The demon of panic controlled me.

So I started speaking in tongues.

I couldn’t watch anymore, so I closed my eyes, but right before I did, I caught sight of one of the four angels that guard the corners of our vehicles. It was looking at me with such peace and calmness, and I knew it was saying to me, “Come on ma petite! You know He’s got this too!”, taking me to task for letting that panic demon hit me so hard, and for that pause in my faith in Christ.

I kept speaking in tongues as I clung to the sides of my seat.

Finally, it seemed so very long, the fishtailing stopped and my husband had control of the car. I opened my eyes to look at my husband. His color was returning to his face (it had gone quite pale before,) and his grip on the wheel had returned to normal.

Disaster averted.

Thank You Jesus Christ of Nazareth!

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“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want…Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me…Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.”

Psalm 23:1,4,6 (KJV)

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You might like to take a look at these two links:

Satanists versus Donald Trump

Spirit Cooking cannibalism and Obama’s bandaged middle finger

Spirit cooking? Ewww….yuck. Many demons in that I am sure! Scripture tells us that His people do not cut themselves to offer blood sacrifices: Deut 14:1 says “You are pthe sons of the Lord your God. qYou shall not cut yourselves…”

Unfortunately I was not able to see the Alex Jones video because I had problems viewing it. But I know that the witches have been called to oppose President Trump.

I don’t watch that many Alex Jones video clips that much anymore, for he was heard taking orders from Rockerfeller on what he can or can not publish over the airwaves. So I do not believe he represents the honest indepth truth of what is really going on out there. So whatever he shows, I take with a grain of salt, and look for others to back up his presumptions to see just how much real truth there is in his words.

One of my kids has had a vision of future rioting, where the police had to come in to quell the uprising. Perhaps this might have something to do with president Trump? I do not know. I do know that the powers that be are trying to cause division between the people in any way they can. If they can get more fighting, more laws can be passed that remove more liberty…

Thank you for sharing the links. How are you doing?

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X Rays – A Doorway To Darkness

Years ago, one of my kids went to the dentist for x rays. These were not the usual bite-wing x rays that the populace had been getting for years; this was a new fangled machine that could take an x ray of your entire mouth at one time, without any pieces of film in your mouth. One stepped into its circle, the machine was turned on, and the machine slowly traveled around you as you stood there.

My kid stepped into that circle, the machine was turned on, and I watched as my kid’s eyes blinked open and starred straight ahead, unseeing. The moment the machine stopped, my child collapsed to the floor.

Thankfully his father was there to catch him.

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I kept reciting scriptures under my breath, until I could not remember any. I found my mind had gone completely blank, and I could not remember any scripture at all. I cried out to Jesus, and then sensed from Him that I should begin speaking in tongues, which I did.

When it was over, he had to be led over to the dentist’s chair, for he was too weak and shaky and dizzy to walk on his own. It was almost as if he had forgotten how to walk.

While he sat there in the chair, I felt the Lord instruct me to bless him again with the blessed olive oil, and to close all portals that had been opened by the x ray.

I did as He instructed, and I sensed that this helped my son no small amount. I then cast out all demons that had already come through that portal, in the name of Jesus.

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My son then told me, how he had kept his eyes closed, so he could not see anything. But I told him that he had opened his eyes as soon as the test began. This surprised him, for he claimed he could not see anything except a great darkness. Even his hearing was blocked, for all he could hear was some kind of loud buzzing sound. (It was just like the sound that demons make when gathered together.) It wasn’t until the machine was turned off, that he could once again see into this world and hear us. He also told me, that this newer machine was still way better than the last one.

I share this with you, so you know that x rays (at least some kinds,) can form a doorway for satan to come in and attack. It is good to bind them up in Jesus name before hand, and afterwards cast them out in His name!

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In our history lessons, (we homeschooled,) we were beginning to learn about the history of Halloween, and how it all began. (http://www.lasttrumpetministries.org/tracts/tract10.html , http://www.demonbuster.com/halloween.html , and what the bible says about it: http://www.preparingforeternity.com/hallween.htm for an idea of some of the things we learned.) It was horrible to realize that some of our own Irish ancestors took part in such Baal worship where torture, horror, and death ruled. A group would go from house to house, demanding a person to be sacrificed on that night, and if a person was given over to be tortured, raped, and killed, (usually a slave girl,) then a lighted gourd would be given to them, to put in front of their home, as a sign to others that they had already given one of their humans over to the ceremony. If they refused to hand over anyone, then a hex was painted on their home in blood, which meant that someone in that home was marked for death and would be killed sometime that year. At the ceremony, they had a cauldron of boiling hot apples and cider. If you wanted to try and save yourself from the death that would follow, you could try to grab an apple with your teeth. But your hands would be tied behind your back, and few were able to get that apple. Those that did were scarred for life, for the boiling cider burned the face off to the point that you were almost unrecognizable. They also had The Wicker Man, where humans were put inside this huge wicker basket/prison that was formed into the shape of a man, and when it was filled with humans, it was set on fire, and the people inside of it were burned alive. This was definitely a part of our family’s history that we would rather renounce and turn away from, rather than remember every year!

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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.

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“Mom!” he exclaimed, “Something weird happened here. I wasn’t feeling well, and felt God telling me to skip class and to go down into the basement of the library. So I did. When I got there, I didn’t understand why God had told me to go there. He told me to stay there and wait.”

“Then I watched this girl come in, which surprised me, for hardly anyone ever goes into the basement of this place. And then I seen that she was wearing the clothing of a muslim. She had her prayer mat with her, which she placed down on the floor and then kneeled down on.”

“As soon as she started speaking, great hoards of demons rushed in from all directions towards her. I felt very dizzy, and could feel their heat. They were huge, and were just like that other time in the classroom, where I seen that muslim demon backing up the teacher. However, this time, they had other spirits with them as well. Some were animals, but mostly looked like very large giant fighting men. Violence was all around them. There were black flames encircling them, and terror rushed through the building. Oh mom! I can really understand why some of their followers become willing to martyr themselves! The demons of terror are so very strong in this religion! I had to fight to just stay there and to not turn and run away! But the Lord wanted me to stay there, so I stayed there.”

“When the demons seen me, they started attacking me. The angels around me were really angry, and trying to defend me from them. I pulled out my cell phone, brought up the bible scripture app, and started reciting my favorite scriptures, like psalm 91 and Jeremiah 29:11. This calmed the angels a bit, and seemed to give them increased strength to continue the fight.”

“I could hear her praying to her god. She asked that her family be blessed, and for some other things I could not quite hear. Then I heard the demons say “Yes! We can do that for her!”. Then I heard the woman begin to pray again, though this time I could not make out what she was saying. But this is when the Lord told me to say psalm 91 out loud under my breath. I realized then, that while I prayed, whatever she asked for, she would receive the opposite instead. I sensed her asking for something bad to succeed, but knew that because of my quoting the scriptures, it would fail.”

“Oh mom, I felt so uncomfortable there! You know how it is when I am around roman catholics; I feel irritated. And when I am around saatanists or witches, I feel unbalanced and uneasy. Well around muslims, I felt sheer undiluted terror! I did not want to be there at all! I was afraid that the Lord would keep me there the whole time, but after a while, he told me it was O.K. to go.”

“Frustratingly, the only way out was by her. But there was an angel, one with no wings and somewhat smaller in size, that led me out. Another angel, much larger and with a wide wingspan, had his back towards me, enveloping me in his wings, while facing his shield and sword outwards towards the enemy so he could do battle if they attacked. Together, we made it out safely.”

“Oh mom,” he said, “I had no idea that I would run into something like this on campus! I have seen other muslims before, I even have some in my classes, but they didn’t have these kinds of demons on them! Though,” he said as an afterthought, “They didn’t seem like they were really into their religion either. One guy I spoke to, said he is a muslim only because his family forces him to be one. He himself wasn’t that into it. So maybe that’s why I didn’t sense too many demons on him.” She paused, thinking further. “I think it was the act of worship, that really brought out the demons.”

“You know mom,” he said to me, “sometimes it feels like there is a big battle going on over this campus. The hindus and their gods, the muslims and their god, the gays – yes I know they are not a religion, but they still have their own set of demons on them-, the buddhists, the athiests, they are all vying to gain ultimate control over the campus. They are all trying to gain power over it, so it can be their own little principality.”

I asked him if the demons ever unite with each other, to be able to gain more ground.

“No,” he answered. “Only a few times when they want to fight off the Christians. But for the most part, they are each out for themselves.”

This was a surprise to me. I had thought that satan would command his troops to work more together, to take over the land. I guess he didn’t feel it was needed.

Weeks later, we heard of a murderous rampage At Ohio State University by a muslim that was stopped. My son sensed that this is what the woman’s prayers had been used by the demons for. But Psalm 91, God’s Word, stopped it from succeeding. The only deaths from that attack, was the attacker himself. Reports described the man as behaving oddly while the attack was taking place. I have no doubt that at that moment, he was posessed by demons and not in control of himself.

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My child has a best friend, who’s mother is a Jehovah’s Witness. At first we were told that she was not a strong witness, and was still a Christian, so my son did not get too concerned about getting together with his friend in his house.

But then my son went over to his best friend’s house this past Thursday night, to work on a school project together. All seemed quiet and peaceful, until a group of Jehovah’s Witness elders came to the door, and asked to speak to this kid’s mom. She went out and spent several hours with them, talking out in the yard. My son could see and feel the demons presence. The JW elders that were visiting had huge dark demons attached to them. As they met and spoke, even more demons came forth. Towards the end of their meeting, there was a large swarm of black demons swooping around in their back yard.

My son bound them up in the name of Jesus, claiming that they could not harm him. The demons left my son alone. When my son and his friend finished their work for the night, my son left through the front door, and drove home.

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Today on college campus, one of my kids sensed something out of the ordinary. He sensed, a place on the campus grounds, that was light. Airy. Positive.

This ‘place’ didn’t stay in one area, but moved about slightly, within the general grounds of the campus.

This was very unlike the usual things my kids have seen and sensed on this public school campus. Usually, it is like walking among the living dead, within a future graveyard. (Their words, not mine.)

But today, there shone such…joy…there, that it caused one of my kids to go out and hunt it down. He wanted to see what was causing such glory to be found in such a usually dead place.

So He hiked clear across the campus, to where he sensed it was coming from. As they got nearer, he could see a very bright, clean, pure light. This light easily outshone even the sharpest ray of sunshine, yet was soothing to the eyes and his spirit.

As he came up to the light, he could see that the glorious bright light was actually caused by several angels clustered together in one area. He could see that the angels were guarding a group of people.

Before my son could say anything to these people, one of them turned to him and asked my son if he would like a copy of the New Testament and its Psalms and Proverbs. The person held out a small green booklet to my son, who took it with a smile and then said thank you.

My son looked around, and seen several of the others also handing out the New Testaments, and talking to the students about Jesus. He even seen one of the teachers there who happened to also be a believer, talking to them.

My son stood there for several minutes, just soaking up the peaceful atmosphere.

Then the people said it was time for them to say goodbye and go home. (It was just after the dinner hour.) So they left.

The angels and their light went with them.

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As a side note, a few weeks later my husband had asked me to wrap some bottles of wine to give as gifts to his clients. As I was wrapping them, my hands started to burn. I had to stop because the burning became so severe. I asked one of my sons if he could see anything, and he said yes, and that it was the wine that had the demons in it. This surprised me, for this wine was from a very small and private vineyard that was owned by a Christian home schooling friend of my husband.

I share this post with some apprehension, for I know there are many Christians out there who drink, and they can get quite upset when their drink is in question. Yet from all that we have seen in the unseen world, liquor of any kind, yes even wine from a Christian, is filled with demons.

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In an effort to bring in more money into the household, my husband started up a business. Him and his partners did their research, and knew that there was a great need for the product that they had created. So they were quite confused when, after almost two years, they had not even had one customer. They met and discussed closing the business.

That night, my youngest was woken up in the middle of the night by a very bright light. It shined out from the corner of his room. It waited, and when my son refused to get up, it shined brighter. (He was very tired.) Finally my son realized that it wouldn’t go away and let him sleep, till he got up and gave it some attention.

When he arose, the light dimmed, and he could see an angel of the Lord standing before him.

The angel told him, that the reason his father’s business had no customers, is that there was a pagan man praying to his god to bless this company (he was a friend of one of the partners,) and this man’s prayers were actually a curse upon the company. The angel told him he was to tell us to bind up this man’s prayers, and break their bonds and cords, and claim that they are as nothing.

The angel then said that the company could grow and be a help to us and one day even help out the body of Christ, if we prayed for it. The angel said it needed the prayers of his mother, to help it succeed. (At the time, my husband was doing this on his own, and hadn’t really talked to me about it.) The angel further said that when someone would ask about why the company was so successful, we were to say it was because of Jesus.

My husband was amazed at the message, for he had not told his youngest anything about the company’s problem.

We talked about it and came to an agreement. Then we bound up this man’s prayers in the name of Jesus.

Three days later they got their first customer!

Today, the company is growing, and we give all credit for its success to the Lord Jesus Christ.

Hanukkah is a time to remember the miracles on one’s life. This was one of them.

May you be blessed with miracles in your journey with the Lord,
C. Dunamis

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On his final interview, he was to meet with the head of the department. As soon as he seen the man, he knew that he was a practicing satanist. There were so many demons on this man, that he had to struggle to make out the face of the man throughout all the black swirling smoke that covered him. When my son shook hands with him, my sons hands started to burn. The burning didn’t stop until he left the property. The man spoke very fast and very quietly, almost with a hiss, making it hard to hear him. He refused to repeat anything he said, or answer any questions my son asked him about working there. The interview was a total failure.

When my son came home and walked in to the room, he looked extremely tired. He asked me to bless him. I told him I would in just a minute, (I was in the middle of doing something,) but the Lord Jesus stopped me in my tracks. “When he asks you to bless him, what does that mean?”

Demons!

So I stopped what I was doing and went to get the blessed olive oil to bless him.

As I got closer to him, I could see some demons still tagging on to him. “Oh my!” I said to my son, “I see you have some stragglers on you!”

I bound them up in the name of Jesus, before even getting to the oil, because I did not want them to do something to stop me from blessing him.

As soon as the oil touched his throat, my son stumbled and fell forward, but I was able to catch him. I said “I cast you out in the name of Jesus!” I was angry at the demons and my voice showed this. “Trouble him no more!”

But for the first time in my life, the demons answered me back. “Only if HE,” they sneered, “troubles US no more!”
I gasped in shock, and thought ‘you don’t have the right to tell us what we can or can not do!’ So I answered them, “THAT will be for my Lord to decide!”

Then they left.

He told me that they had bothered him on the way home, and he kept casting them out, but it was difficult to get rid of them all. The blessed olive oil was needed to do the job.

He complained of his sinuses hurting, and of feeling like he was coming down with the flu. I realized then, that the seeds of those demons were still in my son. As he had stood there in that alcohol processing plant, and breathed in all those horrible fumes, he was breathing in all those spores too. So I had him use the nebulizer to breathe in some colloidal silver, to kill off those nasty spores. He said that his eyes began to hurt, from looking at all the demons. So we prayed that the memory of witnessing such horror would go away.

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One thing that really confused us, was that while we were there at Cal Poly, and in the surrounding area of San Luis Obispo, we would feel the earth beneath us, ever so slightly, rock and sway back and forth. It was VERY unsettling. At first I thought it was just me, and that I was having really odd dizzy spells, but most of us experienced it, and no one had any other signs or symptoms of any illness. It only happened on campus or in that city. We did not feel it at all in Morro Bay. There the earth beneath us remained steady. When we returned home, I found a small article on how the campus and the city keeps having to do repairs to their buildings, because of the constant swaying and rocking of the ground beneath them. I remembered reading a prophecy about the west coast, and how it was actually made up of thousands of small honeycombed pockets of air and soil, deep down in the crust. The prophecy claimed that one day, this would give way, and the whole area would collapse into the ocean. A part of me marvels at how complacent the leaders are there. Don’t they care that the earth beneath them is constantly moving?

I did some research, and found that there is a Christian support group there in San Luis Obispo. The campus refuses to have anything to do with them, because the group only wants believers to join, and the college believes this to be discrimination. I also found that the college supports the suppression of a person’s free speech/first amendment, when it comes to being a Republican or a Christian.

So, I post this as a word of warning to other believers out there, especially those who are thinking of sending their children to Cal Poly. Know that there is a huge evil spirit emanating from that campus, and it is blocking out the light of believers.

I also give out the warning, to anyone living in that area; if you hear the Lord telling you to move out from that area, THEN DO SO! For the land beneath you is unsteady, and one day it may suddenly crumble and not be there any more.

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Then I felt something crawling on my leg. I thought it must be the fly that had been in the kitchen earlier. I felt the Holy Spirit tell me to look and make sure, but once again, I foolishly ignored Him. Without looking, I used my other foot to brush it off my leg.

That night, began one of the worst nights of my life. My heart pounded like it was trying to escape my chest, and every time I tried to lay down, I felt my lungs fill up with fluid till I had to sit up just to breathe. My head ached, and I felt almost like I had a severe case of the flu.

For three days, I was intensely ill.

I went back to the Lord and begged for His forgiveness, and asked Him to have mercy on me and help me. I push prayed until I heard Him give me directions. He told me not to go to the hospital, but instead was to take a certain number of vitamin C’s, B vitamins, and calcium pills, and to repeat this as He instructed.

I told Him that I could not, for I had run out of calcium pills several days ago, and was waiting for the shipment to arrive any day.

“Go look,” He said.

“It’s not there, Lord! I’d just be wasting my energy!”

“GO LOOK!”, He insisted.

Sigh. I knew my God was not going to give up. So I said “Fine! I’ll go look!”

It wasn’t where I usually keep it; it was sitting right at eye level, in front of the other bottles of assorted vitamins.

I was amazed. I figured that my husband had probably seen the shipment, and had begun unpacking it for me, but got called away before he could put them all away.

I thanked God, took the medicine, and slowly started to feel better.

A week later, and I was still suffering from the strange symptoms. So I went to the doctor.

He listened to my symptoms, looked at my swollen leg, (It looked like I had a half a grapefruit hiding under the skin,) and promptly diagnosed me with a black widow spider bite. He said I was fortunate that I had survived the poison, but that there was little he could do for me now, as the worst of the danger had passed. (The anti-venom was contraindicated this late in the game.)

So I went home, and researched on line what one could do for a black widow spider bite. To my amazement, one web site suggested taking large doses of vitamin C, B vitamins, and calcium, every few hours.

I thanked my husband for putting the bottle of calcium in my closet, but he said he didn’t do it. “Maybe one of the boys did it,” he replied. I figured he must be right.

But a week later, I got a notice in my email from the supplier of those calcium pills. “We are sorry to inform you, that the product you ordered has not yet shipped out, because it is still on back order…”

I was shocked. I went back into the closet to stare at the bottle of calcium pills. They looked no different from what I usually use. They were the same brand and dose as I usually keep on hand. But I took them and hugged them to my chest, and thanked God for sending them to me. When they ran out, I wanted to keep the bottle to remember it by, but the Lord said it might become an idol and that I was not to keep it, so I threw it out.

Dissociative Dextromethorphan Delirium Award

Angelic visions, thy name is Nyquil

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I had a horrible cold. It had entered into my lungs and made breathing difficult. Even all the over-the-counter medicines could not seem to make a dent in it.

One night during the worst of it, I was startled awake to see one of my angels, sitting at the base of the bed. I lay there, not quite awake, starring at her.

I had seen this angel before, concerning a healing. I think of her as a she because of her petite body, fine long hair, and soft voice, but please know; angels don’t have a sex. She says her name is spelled “Ade”, though it is pronounced “Aid”.

“Do not breathe in deep!” she instructed me.

I then realized that I had stopped breathing.

Of course, the moment she said not to do this, I wanted to.

She then told me to take very small breaths, almost like panting, till my lungs opened back up.

It was hard; I wanted to pull in the air quickly, for I was starting to feel a bit faint from the lack of it, but I did as Ade instructed. I could feel the resistance; my lungs had glued together while I slept. Panic attacked me. Slowly, my lungs peeled back open bit by bit, till I was able to get an average breath in. I then started coughing up all the mucus that was in my way, till I could breathe freely again.

When I finished my hacking, I looked back at the foot of the bed to see if the angel was still there, but she had already left. I knew the Lord had just saved me from certain death; if I had tried to breathe in as normal, I would have found that I could not, and I would have tried to force it, which would have caused my lungs to lock up and freeze shut.

I Thank You Jesus Christ for saving me!

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When casting out the tattoo demons, I would cast out all demons that come to mind. If there is the slightest thought that it could have transferred to you, then cast it out in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth. You might want to look at the place and the person who gave you the tattoo for clues. Look at the problems that your tattoo artist had. For example, did he or she like to get drunk? Were they into pornography? Divorced? Whatever symbols that they worked with, would need to be cast out also, just in case they may have transferred themselves to you. Keep in mind, that the demons often lay dormant for years, before coming out to harass you. They can also use you as a conduit in order to transfer themselves to someone else. (For example, you may never know you had the demon of pornography in you, but suddenly your friend gets hit with those desires. The demon could have transferred itself from you to your friend.)

List of possible demons to cast out: skulls, bloodletting, tattooing, fire, shamanism, mysticism, roots, occult, paganism, demonism, baal, hell, cannibalism and vampirism, (especially if you seen your tattoo artist lick the blood that came from your tattooing,) serpent worship, death, priest-craft, magic, heathenism, sun worship, darkness, resentment, rebellion, witchcraft, deviancy, defiling, adultery, criminal, homosexuality, lesbianism, sexual perversion, alcoholism, drugs, violence, depression, sickness, regret, defile,, worldly, idolatry, pornography, hopelessness, anger, rage, self-righteousness, hate, un-forgiveness, satan, apathy. If your tattoo artist used specific names of the tattoo they were applying to your skin, then cast that particular name out as well.

There are some ministries out there, that are willing to help you remove the tattoo for free or at low cost. You might try doing a search on line to see if there are any in your area.

I had hoped to delay the posting of this topic, until we had met someone with tattoos that wanted to get rid of them. But sadly, as of this date, no one we know personally who has tattoos, believes that they could have any tattoo demons. They refuse to have them cast out in Jesus name. And they do not want to get rid of their tattoos. So, we are uncertain if the demons can be removed, with the tattoo still remaining. My guess is that they could at least be bound up in the name of Jesus, so they could not cause anyone any problems. I suspect that those tattoos of satanic origin (skulls, pentagrams, snakes, demons, etc.,) would act like a doorway for the demons to enter back in, simply because of their picturesque symbolism. Demons are attracted to those kinds of symbols. It is like a welcome mat to them.

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Claiming that satan will come back unless you forbid him, gives him leave to do so if you ever forget to do this. I once played that game with satan, but refuse to do so any longer. I have taken back those words and refuse to believe them. There are times when the Holy Spirit has told me to forbid any replacing demons in Jesus name, Yet for the most part, the battles I have faced, were not based on weather or not I forbid them to re-attack, but on the basis of commonly known warfare tactics. Generals in any war will keep using the same offensive weapon that is working. Once it no longer works, they look for another way to attack. When there is no attack that works, they give up and take the fight elsewhere. I have learned in this battle, that satan can do nothing to me that I do not give him permission to do. I STILL SEE! Satan tried to attack my left eye, but I am claiming in the name of Jesus that I am COMPLETELY healed! He then tried to attack my other eye with a stroke, (as well as the left side of my face, the left side of my mouth, my left arm, and my left leg,) BUT I STILL SEE, SPEAK, USE MY HANDS, AND WALK! For every lying symptom he tried to put on me, I refused it and called him a liar and the father thereof! I firmly believe that it is only a matter of time before I am completely healed, and have no more lying symptoms. Satan is beginning to realize that he is simply wasting his time, troops, and energy, fighting me, for nothing works!

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We had reserved a spot in a motel called ‘The Gull Lake Lodge’ located in June Lake, California. They were like a small one bedroom apartment, with two double beds in the one bedroom, and had a futon sofa and a futon chair in the living room. A bathroom and a small galley kitchen with a nook dining room completed the layout. But the best part, (besides the price of the room,) was that they accepted pets. This meant we could take our pets with us, and not have to leave them with our neighbors back home.

I had read some of the reviews on line about the hotel, and they seemed to be really good, with just a few that were really bad. After what we found there, it would not surprise me if we had stumbled on to the underlying reason for those few discontented reviews.

After scouting out the room, one of my kids called me over to where he was standing. “Mom,” he says to me, “You have got to see this!”

There, on the left side arm of the living room’s main sofa, were drawings of an open ended pentagram, and a sliver of a moon, carved into the light wood of the arm. Other odd markings were also beside it, and I knew that they could be remnants from some kind of satanic ceremony. So I went and got out my blessing oil, (simple pure olive oil, prayed over and set aside for anointing purposes,) and applied it over them, claiming in the name of Jesus, that whatever was there, would stay there, and would not be able to come out and bother us.

Oddly however, even after blessing the satanic markings, we realized that no one, not even our pets, would venture over to that corner of the room. We didn’t think too much of it, until bed time.

Twelve midnight, and all was not well. The boys were arguing over who had to have which bed, and one of the other kids was silently crying in her bed. When I asked her why she was crying, she shrugged her shoulders and mumbled something about it all being so hopeless. (VERY unlike her.) The arguing boys soon worked out their decision, but their problems did not stop.

The boy sleeping on the sofa, was struggling greatly just to breathe. His sinuses were clear, so we knew it wasn’t that causing the problem. He said that his heart was racing severely, and he felt like he was choking and could not breathe. This happened only when he was laying down on that sofa futon; the same one that had the images carved into them. When he walked away from the sofa, his breathing cleared and his heart stopped racing.

So we took the futon’s mattress off the wooden frame, and laid it out on the floor, on the other side of the room.

But still, the problems persisted.

I was about to go pray, not knowing what else I could do to deal with the problem, when one of my other boys stopped me.

He told me that he could clearly see the demon, still there in the room, and that is what was troubling my other boy lying on the mattress.

This boy that seen the demon, was the boy that often chooses to not see into the spiritual world, for sometimes what he sees disturbs him. But this time, he insisted on describing to me what he was seeing in great detail, for he felt it was very important to do so.

He could see two large feet trying to balance and touch the floor. They were gray, with four inch long darkened pointed toenails coming out of the feet. He could not see the head. So he looked up to the ceiling, and saw a gray rope with a hangman’s noose on the end of it.

On the back of the demon, there were many items sticking into it, many knives and swords of varying sizes and lengths. My son tried to see the face more clearly, but could only make out red eyes. The rest, God told him, He did not want him to see.

The demon’s feet, was by my other son’s head, the one who was supposed to sleep on that mattress for the night. We thought that sleeping at the other end of the couch might be better. But it wasn’t.

The demon was looking at the boy who was telling me all this, and not at the one trying to sleep on the mattress. It was becoming quite upset, as it realized that this child could actually see him.

At this point, one of the other children, the one sitting on her bed crying in the other room, ventured out to see what was going on. She said she sensed hopelessness, grief, and a spirit of suicide there in the room. She asked for a piece of paper, and began drawing what she was seeing. One was of the demon itself, and the other drawing was what the mattress looked like, as my other son gave up trying to rest upon it.

I told the kids that I didn’t know what else I could do, because I had already used the blessing oil on it, and it didn’t seem to help any. (I was very, very tired, and was sadly at my wits end.)

The son who was watching it quickly and adamantly told me that it DID help, quite a bit, for the oil had formed a light blue force field around the demon, forcing it to be fixed in the corner and remain where it was, and preventing it from venturing too far out into the other rooms.

The drawing my other child drew, showed three large items sticking out of its back; one was a samurai sword, another was a grim reaper scythe, and the third was a stick with a noose on the end of it. The fingernails and toenails were sharply pointed and very black. The eyes she told me, were a piercing bright ruby red. The rest of the demon was all gray.

Both of these children felt very strongly, that all of the wood on the futon was infected by this demon, not just where the carvings were. All of my kids felt that the person who had completed the ritual, had then committed suicide. I wondered if it had been in the motel room, but they felt it had taken place somewhere else, probably at the person’s home.

The kids discussed what they felt would help, and decided that we should all bless each other with the anointing oil, and claim protection from the demon. Once we did this, we all felt better, but still the demon remained.

I turned to the Lord in my mind, wondering what else I could do, and suddenly remembered the Gideon’s Bible I had seen earlier in the bedside table drawer in the other room. So I went and got it out, and turned to Psalm 91, and began to read it out loud. (Psalm 91 is what the Old Testament priests used to say out loud in the temple, whenever evil tried to attack them there. I figured if it was good enough for them, then it would work for me as well, for as a believer, I too, am a priest of the Most High God.)

I also claimed that as we had paid rent to the owners of this room, for the few days of our stay, the room was now within our jurisdiction, and had become our territory for the length of our stay. This meant that for the rented duration, we held the spiritual authority over it, and as such, could now legally restrain any evil from harming us. I also then asked Jesus to please send His big warrior angels down from heaven, to encamp around us and protect us, and to fight our battles in the unseen world.

One of my kids then told me that it might help if the boy laying on the affected mattress quoted Psalm 91. So I had the child repeat it after me, verse after verse, until the end. At that point, all the kids were all able to get to bed and rest, without any evil spiritual interference.

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He Too, Had the Same Dream

(See previous post for beginning.)

Another dream that same night…

I was a young woman, a believer, getting together with a group of friends to eat at a local restaurant. There was about six or so of us, sitting around the table, when another believer, a good friend of mine, leaned over towards me and asked me what was wrong. I thought of saying “nothing”, but knew this particular friend would not accept it for an answer. So in hushed tones, I told him about the horrible nightmare I had had the night before. I had dreamed that a nuclear bomb had gone off in the city. I witnessed those trying to escape it, and watched some of them die trying. It was so horrible that I hated to even mention it to anyone, it was that bad.

As I was telling my friend this, I watched as serious grief filled his eyes, and I then sensed what he was going to say, but hoped above all that he would not.

But he did. He waited till I had finished telling him about the dream, and then after a moment of silence, he told me that he too, had had the very same dream last night.

I couldn’t help it; I screamed out loud “no!”, causing everyone in the restaurant to turn and stare at me. I began to cry. The friends at my table wanted to know what I was so upset about, so I told them about the dream, and that my friend had had the same one on the same night. I knew that my friend understood what this meant; it meant that it would indeed happen one day, and that it was a warning that we had been given, so that we could prepare for it. He nodded in agreement with my words, but the other people with us thought we were crazy and over-reacting. One even tried to make a joke out of it. None of them besides my Christian friend, took me seriously.

I left that restaurant, with my heart aching for my friends, for I knew that they would not be ready when it happened.

Me and the other believing friend of mine decided to work together to prepare for what was coming. We left the city and began to gather up the supplies we thought we might need. But before we had finished getting everything we wanted, (though we had everything we needed,) the bomb went off.

Just as we had seen in our dreams, those who were still alive after the blast began walking away from the epicenter, some dropping as they walked. They were in a daze, and unable to think clearly. We watched as one woman broke into a gas station’s bathroom to steal the cheap toilet paper that was in it. She held it to her chest and acted as if it was gold.

I then woke up.

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What I have learned from these two dreams, is that:

1. Jesus can indeed save His children from the radiation of a nuclear bomb.

2. If a nuclear bomb will go off, a warning dream of the impending bomb will be given out to many of His children, to help warn them so they can prepare for it before hand.

3. If it will happen, it will happen in a city that is flat, and not nestled in between hills.

4. There were other safe places to go to; not all cities were hit with a bomb.

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We had some construction workers working recently on our property, and we found that things in the house were not working right. Near accidents, as well as arguments within the family broke out after they had come onto our land. When I went to the Lord in prayer over these problems, He pointed to those workmen who were unbelievers working on our property. Once we bound up any and all demons that may be troubling these men, the problems went away almost immediately. Hallelujah! I now claim in the name of Jesus, that anyone walking onto our property, will have their demons bound up, so they can not affect us.

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(Written to Dreams of Dunamis)

Hello im a teenager and im far from being a great Christian like yourself also im not sure how to word this so please excuse my writing structure but i do believe in god im writing this because i have been in a situation for over a year now and dont know how to deal with it my boyfriend had let a demon into his body but at the same time my boyfriend is blessed and has an amazing amount of angles looking over him. the demon takes over his body at times when my boyfriend lets him. The demon claims he loves me. I dont know how to deal with these remarks the demon had told me that in my furture i will have a child that has his power and the angles that look over my boyfriend he told my that my son will be the worlds greatest killing machine if my son came to know religion. I dont know what im looking for here other than an opinion and advice on all of this

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Jesus Could Save Them From the Radiation

A dream…

The dream began with a nuclear bomb of some kind suddenly going off. The bomb was many miles away from where I, (a young female adult believer,) stood. The area was very flat, with no hills around it to hide the city from view, so I could see the mushroom cloud quite clearly. The earth shook and trembled under its force, and I had to steady myself lest I fall. This explosion was not the white fluffy mushroom ones I had seen before on television; it was black and the mushroom part was deeply red colored instead. The sky was dark, though from the time of day or night or the bomb itself, I could not tell for sure. (I sensed it was night time.) The earth roiled and changed colors like smoldering coals in a fire, first charring everything black, then suddenly blowing back to life with red hot fire, before returning to the black color once again. This red fire rippled outwards like a pebble thrown in a pond, till the end of its reach left spots of black char among the untouched ground.

Then from among this vision, came a person, walking away from the bomb blast. She was followed by others, trickling in, trying to get as far away from the blast as they could. Some dropped and died as they walked, while the survivors kept walking, wanting so very badly to get as far away from it as possible, despite knowing that for them it was probably too late and that they also would end up dead.

God’s people reacted totally different to the devastation; they had the attitude that as they were not dead yet, they would keep serving and following God till they no longer could. Those Christians whose faith was weak, succumbed to the radiation and died. Those who believed that Jesus could save them from the radiation survived with no side effects from the radiation. It was as if they were somehow immune to it.

These Christian survivors tried to witness to others, and the way these believers remained in good health was a visual reminder of a miracle that could be theirs too, if they came to Christ. There were a few who turned to Christ and were saved, (from both the radiation and from hell,) but most turned away from the good news and died, for they simply could not bring themselves to believe in such a miracle or in the God that gave it to His children.

My heart ached to see those people die without Christ.

Farther out from the blast, people were panicking, and running to the stores to buy provisions. I found myself outside a Target store, looking at the long lines of people waiting for their turn to get in. Target employees were trying to keep the people in line and orderly. Many people were buying odd stuff, like masses of paper towels, that would not be of much use to them over the long haul. You could only buy as much as you could carry, for cars and other motorized transportation was not working. Walking was the only way to get from place to place.

You could tell who were the real believers and who were not, simply by the look on their faces. Those who were believers in Jesus Christ, had positive thoughts, and this was reflected outwards towards others. There was a peace about them that stood out from all the chaos around them. Those who were not believers were in shock, and walked around as if in a daze, unable to think clearly.

I was not able to tell how the people buying the stuff payed for it, or if it was simply given away to them. You still had to wait in long lines to check out your items, but even the watches on peoples arms had stopped working, so I did not know what other kind of mechanics had been left in working condition, to charge the people.

I woke up and felt both sad and hopeful over the dream. Sad that such a thing had happened, yet hopeful having witnessed the believers being immune to the radiation. I wondered if this was a warning dream, and I wondered if it might actually happen one day. I wondered if in the future I would get another dream to confirm this one.

I then went back to sleep.

(To be continued…

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Hello again C Dunamis…this was an excellent read…it sometimes really surprises me when you cover ground on some things that I have had to deal with…like the Evil Implant spirit….and many such things…. in addition to seeds ,,, are eggs , roots ,and devices of the “whatever it is” . strong men of,,,giants of (if the pressure is great in your head,,,like your head ballooning)…in instances where the unforgiveness is hard to root out ….work on casting out the persons “name”…the Demons that identify with that person will let go…(mostly because the makeup of the personality of the person is a high percentage demonic) and just to think of the person is oppressive sometimes…and also the spirits of the offense….because the devil set up the deed to begin with knowing how you would respond….we are very sheep ,,and learning is one thing, remembering is far another (we need HIS Impartations…we have to seek it,,,)
When you identify and announce the names of the Demons in the person often the demon Pride of the person will rise in offense and shut down the session…I recognized this when I went to cast out a Communist Spirit out of a pastors knee and so I told him I will not tell him what it is until we have pressed through the most of the session….and we did come to a point where he said he felt his cartilage was being re-knitted in his knee…and then I advised him what the spirit was and told him he needed to come against it for ten minutes every day….simple task really….so a lot changed in his personality as he complied .
I thank you for your honest report of the unseen realms….

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Another thing to be aware of is any pagan friends who are praying for you. They mean well, but their prayers are not a help to a believer. Instead, they can be a curse. There is a guy I know, who has some hindu work associates. He had started a business, but it was failing miserably. He had not even had one customer in over a year! He pleaded with the Lord to tell him why, and an angel of the Lord appeared before his daughter one night, and told her that the reason it was failing is because of her fathers hindu work associates who had been trying to bless him through their prayers to their Hindu gods. It was these hindu prayers, said in the hopes of blessing him, that were actually cursing him because they were said to a false god and demon principality. The angel of the Lord told this girl, to break the prayers of the hindu’s, and then the curses would be broken and her father’s business would prosper. Three days later, he got his first customer! Then the business took off and prospered. Now, when they forget to break those prayer curses for several weeks, the business slows down a bit. When they remember to break them again, their business quickly increases exponentially. So I would ask, do you have any pagan friends or associates who might be praying for you? Ask Jesus. He will tell you! (I claim that “no weapon formed against us shall prosper”, in the name of Jesus! – Isaiah 54:17)

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In our family’s experience, where ever blood is spilled from the body, there are demons. The more blood, the more openings, the more demons. Any form of blood-letting will do. Tattooing causes about 3,000 piercings of the skin per minute, which is a lot of openings for demons to enter in.

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Suddenly, as I was finishing up the last few sentences of this prayer, a vision open up before me. Angels were coming right up to my mouth as I was speaking, and just as the humming bird darts up to a flower to sip its nectar, the angels were taking my words as soon as they came out from my lips, and were darting off elsewhere, to bring them to those who had need of them most.

I gasped when I seen them; they were so beautiful. They moved so fast, that it was hard to see each one clearly. I did see that they did not have wings like most people depict angels to have; I could see no feathers or wings at all on them. But what I did see, was that they moved so very fast, that the lighted air around them moved and swirled around their bodies, forming what some might see and think of as wings. Brightness was foremost, and was ever so slightly highlighted with the iridescent colors of blue, pink, purple, and green.

The moment I finished my prayer, the vision ended.

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PLEASE NOTE: When we have tried to use the NIV bible to cast out demons, it has taken much longer to get rid of them. When we use the KJV or the Geneva 1599 version, they leave right away without any arguing or stalling. So we personally recommend using the King James Version or the 1599 Geneva version. Some of the more modern ones are missing some of the key pieces of scripture used to fight off demons. For example, in Colossians 1:14, the NIV says ” in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.” But the KJV states: “In whom we have redemption through his blood, even the forgiveness of sins:” We as believers need the blood of Jesus to help us defeat the works of darkness. We certainly don’t want it removed!

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My husband and I had a wonderful get away for our thirtieth wedding anniversary. We were able to spend time alone with each other, and re-bond as husband and wife.

When we returned home, things were just as good between us, until one evening, we found us at each other’s throats. The abruptness of it startled both of us, and the severity of angry emotions we had not experienced in years made no sense.

The arguing was over silly small stuff, such as if we should drive a half a mile over to the next store, or if we really needed that item on the grocery list. My husband yelled at me, and I wanted to slap him! We just don’t experience those kinds of emotions anymore in our marriage, for we know well who they are really from. Even knowing this, it took several minutes to push away the attacks and reach out to each other in love. We promptly cast out the demons we thought were attacking us, in the name of Jesus. We had forgiven each other, but it still felt testy between us. I could not understand what had happened, for such an attack upon us to take place. Yes, we were away from the home, but we went to the same old places that we had no problems with before, and we bound up any demons that were in the stores as we walked through them.

So it really confused me, as to why we were attacked like that.

When we got home, we were told that our oldest son had run into that Jehovah’s witness, the mom of my other son’s friend, (yes, the one who cast us out of her home during the fire,) at the local coffee shop. She tried to manipulate my son into agreeing with whatever she said, (apparently for some reason she still blames me for what she did,) and then tried to convert him over to her religion. My children were brought up to respect their elders, so he did not know how to handle it, when she argued with him over the scriptures. He tried to stick up for what he believes, but it was not easy for him. Finally, before she left, she reached out and gave him a hug goodbye.

When I was told this, the puzzle pieces fell into place. My son and I exchanged notes on when she hugged him, (he looked at his watch just seconds afterwards,) and we then realized that hug must have taken place just moments before we were attacked. Yet it still confused me, for we were many miles apart from each other. When I went to the Lord, He told me that we were attacked by a spirit of priest-craft. These kinds of demons are found in every Jehovah’s witness, (they come from the elders in that cult,) and they are known to cause problems and fighting within marriages. Even their literature left at the front door of a home can cause issues for those who reside within. I cast them from us in the name of Jesus, and the last testiness between me and my husband finally left us.

What amazed me, was how having the woman hug my son, opened up a doorway for her demons to attack me and my husband all the way across town! I used to think that a person’s demons could not so easily transfer to you unless you were physically close to them. How wrong I was! All it took was a physical touch to my son, for her demons to attack us.

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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.

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That night, as I sat there at the table alone, (everyone else had gone to bed,) I suddenly felt that I was no longer alone, and that something was starring at me. I looked up, and seen a demon there, floating above the table. It reminded me of an octopus, with all its tentacles, but it was mostly bones and covered in dripping black tar. It had huge snarling sharp teeth, and it starred at me with malice. I thought this demon odd, for I had bound up any demonic doorways that might be in the home. So I asked in my mind, “what is this? Where did it come from?”

“It is a witchcraft demon,” the Lord Jesus replied. “The woman from the other house just sent it to you. Bind it up in My Name, and return it to its sender.”

This left me speechless for a moment. Why was God telling me to give it back to her? Wouldn’t it be better to send it back to hell instead?

“No,” the Lord replied. “Send it back to her so she will know that her religion is of no use.”

So I did as I was told and sent it back from whence it came. It left with a roar and a snarl, as if something had come up from behind it and suddenly pulled it out of this dimension.

I sat there in the silence, stunned.

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I find myself wanting to go back to those believers who have lost their homes, and testify to them about the scriptures that they could have used to save their homes, so it won’t happen to them again. Yet one of my boys pointed out to me, that they would then feel like it was their fault that their house burnt down. And I can see his point. No one likes to find out that they could have saved their home if they had just used that piece of scripture and believed. So for now, I leave it be. But there may come a time when I might be called to testify to them about it. I pray that if and when that time comes, I will be courageous enough to do it. Hosea 4:6 says “My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge…” Apparently their homes can be destroyed too.

The family who’s son called mine to warn us about the fire in the first place, and who ended up losing their home, are cessationists; they believe that speaking in tongues, casting out demons, and healing all died off with the original apostles. We testified to them, that we claimed that piece of scripture and that is why our house was saved. They frowned, but said nothing. I can only pray that the seed takes root in fertile ground. The Lord had told us not to give them any money, and I am glad that we did not, for their insurance is paying them extremely well, though they are having quite a fight with their insurance to get the money. We got a new couch, and we had planned to throw out the old one in the dump, but they asked us for it instead. When I asked the Lord if I could give it to them, He responded with such contempt that it startled me. He said “They can have your garbage!” When I asked Him why He was so angry, He told me that He longs to give them the best, but they insist on relying on man (their church,) and the government, instead of relying on HIM. He feels slighted over their choice to ignore Him. They could have so much more, but they refuse His help and His gifts.

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Thankfully, we soon moved out into the country, we found that there were no trick-or-treaters out here. The local small shops downtown would have a night for everyone to go to and get their treat instead.

The first Halloween out at our new place, was quite memorable to my children. They had such peace and joy that night, it almost shone off of their faces. I had to ask them why this was so, for it confused me. They then asked me in astonishment, “Mom! Can’t you SEE them? The angels are EVERYWHERE! Can’t you hear their singing?” Well, sadly, I could not. But it was enough for me to see their own contentment on such a night, for I had been concerned that we would have trouble during that time. (This was during the worst of what we were going through with our cursed land, and right before I learned about cleaning the land.) That night, thanks to all the angels and to our God Jesus Christ the messiah for sending them, we had no problems at all.

The following year, we learned more lessons about Halloween.

When we would go out shopping, we would come across Halloween decorations that were filled with demons. We could feel them try to reach out and attack us. We found that we could not cast them out, (for they were often there through legal rights given to them by the owner of the store,) but we were able to bind them up in the name of Jesus, so that they would be forced to leave us alone. Still though, it became a stressful time in general to be out shopping, so we tried to curtail the number of outings we make during the season. For us, it has become more of a day and a season of mourning instead, especially when we see those around us look upon the holiday as nothing but a bit of harmless fun.

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(This incident happened back in 07', a few years after we finally stopped celebrating Easter, due to its pagan and unscriptural history, and the pleadings of the Holy Spirit to stop.)

I was suffering from a horrible bladder infection.

All the special pain medicines that usually relieved such a curse were not working. They actually made the burning worse.

The doctors had been called in on the case, and various antibiotics had been prescribed, course after course, to no avail. They could not understand why the pain remained. Some suspected allergies, while others blamed it on my not being able to tolerate the big guns of antibiotics. One even claimed that it was probably psychosomatic or “all in my head”. (Oi! As if I would decide in my own mind to have such a horrid affliction!)

Finally I went to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and pleaded with Him during prayer, to please help me. (Foolish of me to have waited till all other hope was gone, before turning to Him, eh?)

As I prayed, the burning and pain was so bad, that I could not sit still. I just kept crying and crying. I’m glad the Lord could still understand my prayers, for my voice must have been barely coherent.

He waited patiently until all my tears were spent, and then He brought to my mind some candy that I had been eating recently.

This left me bewildered, as I could not understand what that had to do with my bladder infection.

“No, Lord! Please! What about my bladder infection?”
(Which was my way of saying ‘Come on now Lord, stay on topic!’)

But again, he brought to mind that candy.

They were whipped strawberry cream eggs, whipped raspberry cream eggs, and coconut eggs, all coated in rich dark chocolate.

They were my very favorite candy, and they were only available once a year. This particular year, I purchased all I could afford before Easter, and then went back and bought even more the day after Easter, when they were deeply discounted. I had stored them in the freezer, and was eating one or two a day, after my meals as a special treat. This had been going on for many, many weeks, and I had several months of these candy eggs left. I felt as If I had stored up a treasure right in my own freezer, and was thankful for my ability to do this.

These chocolate eggs were what the Lord was bringing repeatedly back to my mind? But why? What could they possibly have to do with my bladder infection?

The Lord did not answer my question right away. Instead He simply said: “Stop eating them.”

This was hard for me to think of doing. They were my favorite treat, and I had even managed to stock up my freezer with them!

“Stop eating them.”

Oh, the thought of giving these things up for good was just too much for me to contemplate! I hemmed and hawed, hoping for some kind of reason to disobey my Lord, but found none.

So I made the decision to stop eating them, to at least see what would happen.

But in my mind I still wondered. Why this candy? I had other chocolate bars in the house as well, but he was not bringing them up to mind at all. So what made these so different?

Then the Lord answered me.

“In My eyes, they are as food sacrificed unto idols.”

Shock roiled through me, as His words filtered through my brain. I had never thought that such Easter (or any other man made holiday,) candy, was actually a sacrifice to other gods. But as I thought of it more, I began to see why the Lord would say this. These sweet items were not made for the glory of Jesus. They were made in remembrance of other gods. Their shape alone signified this, as well as the fact that they were only available at that certain time of the year. So in essence, by eating these items, I was still partaking of the pagan celebration for which they were made.

Tentatively I then asked Him, “Could I still have chocolate covered whipped strawberry cream candy if it was in a basic shape and was available at all times during the year?”

His answer was quick and sure. “Yes.”

Well, within three days of stopping the candy, my bladder infection was gone. Hallelujah!

I waited another week just to be sure, and then I ate another chocolate covered whipped strawberry egg, just to see what would happen.

The severe burning returned before I had the chance to even eat it all. Three bites into it, I stopped, and then fully repented. I threw out the rest of the egg I was eating, and all those cases of candy from my freezer into the garbage, and then begged forgiveness from my God.

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We found that a build up of spiritual spiders and their webs, demonic bats, rats, owls, and black ravens occurred in our home, the closer the days came to Halloween. We would catch glimpses of them out of the corner of our eyes, and think it was just our imagination. They increased in number, until Halloween, when they all decided to attack us in unison. We got very little sleep that night, and spent most of it casting out all the demons that had infiltrated our home. The following year, (and ever since then,) we went through the house and wherever we sensed something may be hiding, we said positive pieces of scripture out loud, and then cast the demons out in Jesus name. That Halloween, (and every one since then,) we had very little spiritual oppression. Whatever we did sense, was small and easy to cast out.

So, I write to you, so that you may hear our family’s testimony concerning Halloween, and to be forthright in fighting off those roaming evil spirits that might try to attack you in your own home. Don’t wait for Halloween night to do this. Begin now! Go from room to room reciting a positive scripture (psalm 91 is our favorite for this, – even pieces of it does the job,) and casting out any hidden demons in Jesus name. Cover your land and home, and all that reside in it, with the blood of Jesus. This is always a good spiritual practice to exercise at any time of the year. But for Halloween and the Christian, it is essential!

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It has surprised me, to discover just how many demons there are out in our dimension. Far more than what most people realize! Especially when going out into public places, where others meet and go.

We have found though, that for the most part, it is possible to have a home that is relatively demon-free. Getting rid of idols, (that list of what was an idol was quite long and surprised me greatly!,) asking for forgiveness and repenting when we sin, watching what is brought into the home, (this includes what is viewed through TV and computer screens,) keeping our thoughts captive to Christ, and blessing the house and land with blessed olive oil, has mostly cleaned out our home from such demonic spirits.

Sadly for us, blessing the computer or TV screen was not enough to stop the attacks. (That was the first thing I did to try and prevent such attacks from happening.) We have not tried blessing the electrical outlets yet though, so this is something we will try. Thanks for the idea!

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Well, the next day, at around three in the afternoon, I felt the Lord tell me to stop what I was doing and to pray for the kids. So I did. I asked the Lord what He wanted me to pray for, and He told me to ask for His angels to surround them and protect them where ever they were, and that the angels would lead them to a safe place. (Again I was picturing smoke from the fire affecting their breathing, but this was not the problem.) I also sensed to ask that they would not become dizzy or ill.

When the kids got home safely, they told me that it was their college class entitled “Political Science”, that had caused the danger that called for such special preemptive prayer. The class started around three pm.

Turns out that this teacher (unknown to them before hand,) was openly and proudly a Muslim. He lectured on the Middle East problems, and every time he said the name ‘Mohammad’, (which was quite often,) he would always add on ‘may he rest in peace’. The teacher claimed that everyone must always say this if they ever said Mohammad’s name, especially in or for his class, in order to ‘show respect for the culture’.

The teacher spoke very fast in his thick foreign accent, which made it quite stressful just trying to keep up with understanding what all he was saying.

One of my boys, said the whole room was extremely oppressive, heavy, and unsettling. But this child neither heard nor seen any angels or demons. (When this kid gets stressed, he tends to block such visions from himself as a form of protection. So this did not surprise me too much.)

But my other kid could see and hear both the angels and the demons in the room. My kids were surrounded by God’s angels, and they were repeatedly saying quite firmly to them, (almost shouting,) “GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!” They kept saying this to them for as long as the class lasted, which was about an hour and a half.

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Demons can try to insert their own thoughts into your mind. (Read this to see an example of this happening between me and my husband: https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2012/02/10/this-is-satan-attacking-us/ ) They can whisper into your ear and then reach your mind, and they can make it sound like they are your own thoughts, but they are not. You do not have to accept them as your own! Whenever you get hit with those thoughts, rebuke the demons by say out loud that they are not yours, they are satan’s, and you then cast out those demons in the name of Jesus. Say some scripture out loud as well. (Scripture causes the demons to curl up in pain, and they are then quicker to be removed.) If you are with people, then whisper it under your breath. You do not need to yell with the demons, they hear whispers just as clear as they do a regular voice. (Yelling would be counter productive, for they would then know you are upset, and they like you being upset.) You do however, need to be firm, for they can sense when one does not believe in what they are saying and claiming. FAITH! If they keep pestering you, call out for Jesus and ask Him to surround you with His angels, and to fight your battles in the unseen world. Keep doing this until you get relief. Blood-bought believers in Jesus Christ have the legal right to cast out such thought attack demons (as well as their seeds of thoughts,) in the name of Jesus. The demons MUST go! The bible refers to attacks as “the fiery darts of the wicked one.” (Ephesians 6:16 “above all, taking the shield of faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one.”) Some people have found it helpful to speak in tongues, to stop such thoughts in progress. (All believers can speak in tongues. We may not understand it, but God certainly does!) It has also been a benefit to some, to bless ones’self with blessed olive oil, while casting out any thought demons in the name of Jesus.

As far as your Business, I do not know what it is or what it does so I can not say. Is it against the word of God somehow? (A tattoo parlor, for example, would be against God’s word.) One thing to keep in mind, is that you might want to go through your business just as if it was your home, and clear it out of all cursed items. (See https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/seeking-deliverance/ for the links on how to bless the land and cleanse the home.) It sounds like the boundaries between the demons and you need to be strengthened. When we blessed our land with the new wine and blessed olive oil, we found that the demons could no longer get in to where we were to attack us. Blessing your place of work and of home and the land around them, as well as getting rid of any cursed items, should help.

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[Re. "The Passion of the Christ"]

My husband, unknown to me at the time, decided to send our kids to one of the local churches, on the night that they decided to show this movie. When the violence began, my kids watched as the demons came out of the movie screen, and began to circle around in the theatre, looking for those they could attack. My children were horrified, as they watched these demons enter into their friends and attack them. They ran out of the church theatre crying, and had nightmares for many days afterwards. (Until I realized what had happened and then cast those nightmare-causing demons out of them. Then they slept fine.) We were called to come and pick them up, and were treated as if our children were somehow less of a real believer than the other kids who remained in the theatre.

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A part of me wonders if some spells were made for this fire, and if any scalar weaponry was used, for the place where it started was so incredibly hot, that it kept starting on fire time and time again. I remember back to the extreme cases of dizziness that my kids and I had. The last time we felt it that bad was 9-11. The guys manning our home told us that they had put out several fires just by themselves, before they finally called the fire department back in for help. I realize I do not know much about fires, but it just seemed a bit odd to me. It would not surprise me at all, to get up to heaven and find out that they had set off some kind of scalar fire bomb to help this fire along.

The next day, we find out that the government is beginning to let people back into their homes. Not us, but some others. They are referring to it as “re-population phases.” How Orwellian of them. I have no doubt now, that these California wildfires were planned. And it all started on 9-9-15.

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Games often pit one person against the other, and this is contrary to God’s Will. Card games often induce the player to believe in ‘lady luck’ instead of God. (Corrie Ten Boom rote of this in one of her books.) When something causes you to go against the Word of God, or causes you to turn away from God and implore a pagan god, then it is something we need to remove from our lives.

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New items can indeed be cursed! Satan knows full well when something evil is made. So does God. It doesn’t matter how it was created. What matters is what it was created for. New items that have been created to use in the worshiping of false gods is one of the biggest areas where something new could still be cursed. For example, new Christmas lights sitting on the store shelf waiting to be sold, are still cursed, for it was made to celebrate the winter solstice. It is the same with chocolate Easter bunnies, a four leaf clover good luck charm, or even a wreath. If it is sold to be come a part of a pagan ritual, then it is very cursed, even before it is bought by someone. Even if it simply has pagan history associated with it, it is cursed, even if you would not be using it as such. (Take for example, a rabbits foot good luck charm. Even if you simply like the look of it, and do not think of it as a good luck charm, it is still cursed because of its history of being a good luck talisman to others in the past.) Demons do not differentiate between what an item is and what you deem it to be. If they recognize it as being at all pagan, then they will look upon it as being a neon sign that welcomes them.

Also, be aware, an item is usually owned immediately by someone. Who owns the machine that created it? Who owns the supplies needed to make it? Who owns the land upon which it was found or made? Do not think that just because it sits upon a shelf in a store waiting to be sold to someone, that it does not already belong to someone. Indeed, some of the most cursed items our family has come across, has been from items made by the unbelieving owner of a small shop. If that small shop owner is for example a Wiccan, a Satanist, a Hindu, a native American Indian, (pick any false religion,) or even an atheist, their items that they are selling are cursed. Somehow the sin of their pagan worship practices (or the sin of their unbelief,) rubs off onto the items that they sell. For some reason we have not found this to be as strong in the big box stores. Most of the everyday items, for example, that are sold in Walmart, we have not found to be cursed.

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Recently too, I have become aware of spells being placed on certain objects made in foreign countries like say China. For instance if they are making the statue of Liberty for tourists in New York, they may put a spell on it to help bring down this country one person at a time. That also floored me when I heard that. It makes sense but its just so evil that my mind does not work that way!

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Yes. C.S.Lewis greatly surprised me as well. As a home schooling mother, I had assigned his “Mere Christianity” book as well as “The Screw Tape Letters” to my kids to read for school. But when my kids went to open up the book to read it, all they could see was blank pages. To them, the whole book was a blank. One of my kids said there was black smoke coming from the pages. My kids asked me to get a non-defective book to use instead, one that had words printed on it to read. But when I looked at the book, I could clearly see the writing there, just like any other printed book. When I went to the Lord in prayer over this, He told me to look into who C.S.Lewis really was. I checked several different places, and what I found was scary for me. I had no idea that he really was not a true Christian. Because it was one of the books on the Christian home school ‘recommended to read’ list, I assumed he was o.k.. After that, I was much more careful to look into the backgrounds of those writings that I assigned for our school.

At one point, our family was watching “The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe’ movie, right at the exact moment that the witch draws a circle on the floor and then slams her wand right smack in the middle of it, while speaking forth her incantations, one of my kids gave a loud gasp, stopped breathing, and clutched his heart. He acted as if he was in a daze, unable to respond to us. So we stopped the show and cast out any demons trying to attack him. He then, a few moments later, was able to tell us that at that precise moment in the movie, when the witch slammed her wand into the center of the circle, a demon had entered into our home and attacked him. We realized afterwards, (researching such spells,) that the spell this movie star person was saying on screen, was indeed the real thing.

It is good to hear of others feedback of demonbuster.com. I wonder if they have any idea just how many people they have helped free from satan’s clutches!

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Soon we started getting information on others who have been affected by the fire. One of my son’s friends lost their home. This boy was the one who had called my son and told him about the fire headed our way in the first place. My son had called him back, and told him that his family was in danger, and that they had to start evacuating now. My son then tried to tell him about claiming, and that he should do this for his home. “What’s claiming?” he asked, and then the phone went dead, so he could not tell him more.

I had asked my son, why he did not just claim that his friend’s home would be saved too. He told me that the Lord told him that as believers themselves, they must speak for their own house, and that he was not to do it for them.

When my son had given them the warning, they had first laughed it off. But an hour later, they were busy packing up their stuff. They had over six hours to remove most of their belongings, and move them to his grandmother’s house just a short distance away. They were able to clear out their home fairly well; not much was left in it when the fire finally took it. His grandmother had died a few months before, and they had been reluctant to put the house on the market. Now her house would be theirs to live in from now on.

I found out that they had said quite often, that if there was ever a fire near their property, their home would surely go up in flames. Their grandfather firmly believed that this would happen to his family one day, and his children believed him, and ended up claiming this for themselves.

THEY HAD CLAIMED THAT THEIR HOUSE WOULD BURN AND IT DID!

We then found out more about the homes that were destroyed near our house. The elderly Catholic lady and her husband, (a real sweet couple,) were the first to lose their home in our area. My husband then remembered that they had said at the last neighborhood party, that if there was ever a fire coming towards them, that their home would be the first to go up in flames.

AND JUST AS THEY CLAIMED, SO IT HAPPENED!

I spoke to a sister in Christ who is also my neighbor, and she told me that their house is still standing.

SHE TOO, HAD USED THE SAME EXACT PIECE OF SCRIPTURE TO CLAIM THAT THEIR HOUSE WOULD REMAIN UNTOUCHED! SHE CLAIMED IN HIS NAME THAT IT WOULD NOT BURN AND IT DID NOT!

They had a fireman call them up and tell then that he had personally witnessed their house going up in flames. Can you imagine it? Making the same claim upon God and then being told that? Oi! How she must have suffered! This woman must be incredibly strong spiritually. It wasn’t until a neighbor sandwiched between her home and mine called her and asked her for any diesel that they might have, that they found out the truth. The fire had circled back around one night, and took out the home directly next to them, and this is the home the fireman had assumed was theirs.

She told me that ALL THE HOMES BETWEEN MY HOUSE AND HERS WERE SAFE,

And that ALL THE OTHER HOMES AROUND US WERE GONE.

That means the witch’s home, the new age’s home, the agnostic’s homes and the atheist’s homes were all DESTROYED.

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sensed from the Lord that I was to get on line and ask my friends to pray for us, so I did. It is something I do not like doing, for I hate to bother others with my needs. I figure they have their own problems to deal with, and do not need mine to add to their burdens. But then He reminds me of how I am blessed when I pray for others and then get to see the answered prayers. So I went ahead and sent out my prayer requests.

The parents of my son’s friend set up an air mattress in the middle of their living room for us to sleep on, and one of my other boys slept in the friend’s room.

That first night I slept there, satan kept trying to attack me, by whispering in my ear, that our house was gone. And every time he did so, I refuted it. He kept asking me, “How can you even think that your home is still there? Even the firemen told you it was gone!” But I kept claiming the Word out loud, (of which he hated,) and claimed yet again that it would still be there. Then he kept trying to hit me with those ‘what if’ questions, but I refused to give in to those thoughts either. After a few hours of these kinds of attacks, I finally fell asleep.

The next morning I awoke to find my husband gone. He had driven back home to see if we still had one.

I realized then, that the battle for my home was much more serious than I had first thought. It felt as if everything was resting on that one piece of scripture. I had felt Him tell me that I could claim it, and my children had felt the same from the Lord concerning our home. Wishful thinking or not, it still came down to that passage in the bible. Was God’s Word true or not? It says “If you live in Me…” well, I knew that I lived in Him, for I went to Him, asking Him what it is that He wants me to do, and when that is done, I go back and ask Him what I should do next. If that isn’t living in Him, then I don’t know what is. And then it said “And My Words live in you…” well, this got me hung up for a few moments, for I am not one of those people who have a hundred pieces of scripture memorized and can just whip them out as needed. But then I felt the Lord Jesus remind me, that I still use His Word on a daily basis, as I cast out demons and heal the sick, so I would still qualify for His promises. If I lost my home, that was one thing, for we could get another, but if I lost my faith, that was completely something else, for my God is irreplaceable! I felt as if this was actually a battle for my faith in Christ. If my home remained, then God’s Word was true. If it did not…

Well, you can see how this all affected me. Satan was relentless in his attacks. They physically tired me out.

The mother in the home, (the dad had gone off to work,) was also tiring me out, for she seemed to take for granted that we had lost our home. But I refused to talk with her about rebuilding it, and told her that I firmly believed that God would save it.

Then my husband calls. OUR HOME IS STILL STANDING! ALL GLORY BE TO JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH!

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Your words can also be very weak. When you say words in an evil way, you are saying weak words, as far as the Spirit and the Kingdom is concerned. When you cuss or say these cuss-like words, the demons will hear. When people use a certain word as a swear word, over and over again, that word becomes known as a cuss word, or what is known in this age as a swear word. Demons memorize these words, (some are even their names,) for these words call them to the person who is speaking them. (This is why it is less painful to hear them over the television set, than when a friend says them.) When one cusses, they are sinning and calling that demon into them. Then once inside of you, demons can easily influence you to sin more. The swearing gives the demon a doorway to hit you with more sin, so then it can eventually take you. If you say such a word in a non-evil/not with evil intent, through you are not cursing, the demons will still listen and come, but they can not enter into you. No doorway or opening was made, so they do not have a free way to attack you.

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Our family just got back from our yearly week long vacation. This year, we went camping in a place called San Luis Obispo, located along the central California coast. We chose this place, because some of my kids were thinking of going to the California Polytechnic University, in their College of Engineering department.

I am ever so thankful to the Lord that we went! There is an enormous demonic principality territorial stronghold that is controlling this university and this city! It is by far the worst demonic principality stronghold that we have EVER come across. It even easily surpasses the large one at Lake Tahoe, and even the one in Nevada! It was so strong, that we were unable to see the spiritual light of any other believers that were there.

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At the end of the day, we couldn’t wait to get off that campus. Sadly, even the town of San Luis Obispo itself, was under this same demonic spiritual principality. It radiated outwards from the center of the campus, like a deeply rooted tree with many multiple branches going out in all directions. It was heavy and oppressive, and it quickly surrounded us and began to attack. These were just some of the demons we sensed there and fought against: self-doubt, various lusts, pornography, never satisfied, anguish, despair, never good enough, pride, self-righteousness, number one, perversion, competitiveness, darkness, emptiness, I want, meanness, worldliness, disrespect of family, outsider, lost, grief, panic, business, the do do (always busy) demon, unrest, worn, greed, irritated, anxious, chased out, unclean, oppressed, physically pushed down upon, gay pride, hunger, suffocated, and exhaustion.

When we finally left that city, we felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off of us. I still felt several of those Cal Poly demons attacking me through out the night as I tried to sleep. Much of it was a large sense of grief, for I kept seeing all those students, and just knowing that so many of them were on their way to hell, was chilling to my heart. Where ever we went for the rest of our vacation, we studiously avoided driving through that city. On our way home, when we had to drive through it again, we could tell exactly when we entered it and when we left it, even with our eyes closed.

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Another thing to realize, is that we have an enemy, and we are at war. God’s Word tells us the satan has come to steal, kill, and destroy.

He also has his human workers here on the earth, willing and eager to do his bidding. They are called satanists. They worship satan as god. They receive orders from him, and will try to place curses and send demons upon believers, as a form of worshiping him. Satan will try to get his people to attack true believers. (The lukewarm ones he tends to not bother with; he probably figures they are already on his path anyways.)

For example, this Passover, we went out to bless our land and home again for the coming year. I had forgotten to bind up all forms of demonic interference before beginning, so of course I had interference. (I claim in the name of Jesus that I will never forget to do this again!)

While placing the blessed olive oil and kosher grape juice on the borders of our land, I slipped and fell hard. I fell so hard that the breath was knocked from my lungs for a moment. But fortunately, I was not doing this all by myself, and my son knew exactly what to do. He called upon the Lord to help me, and I was then able to pull air back into my lungs, and get up.

As we continued blessing the land, I suddenly had a very sharp pain in my side, that was so bad that I doubled over in pain and could not move. It remained, getting worse by the moment, until I broke the witches and Satanists silver cords and lay lines in the name of Jesus, and sent their curse back to them seven-fold. Immediately, as fast as it had come, it left. It left, as soon as I said the name of Jesus. (Just so you know, sudden shocking pain in the body, are sometimes attacks from Satanists or witches.)

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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My husband and our oldest son went to help out another Christian man. He just got out of prison, having been sent there for several months, due to stealing, threatening someone, and resisting arrest. He was drunk at the time.

Now, his first day out, he needed help in moving his stuff to his new place.

When they arrived at the place of this man’s old home, they found the place full of evil statues and other cursed items.

My son sensed the deep evil of the place; he sensed that witches had been there.

He struggled to complete the work, and asked his father if he could stop, for the spirits he sensed in the place was overwhelming for him. Alas, his father refused him, so he had to continue. He did the best he could, with his heart crying out from all the pain from the evil in the place.

When he arrived home, I could clearly see that he had been affected by them. He told me he had a spiritually horrible day, and that he had came from a place that reminded him of hell. Immediately I stopped what I was doing, and went to go bless him with the blessed olive oil. I cast out the demons from him, and asked the Lord to fill him with His peace.

The wildness and horror that had been there before slowly left his eyes, and he calmed back down.

I then went to go bless my husband.

He seemed angry at all the fuss, and did not understand what the big deal was.

My husband knew the procedure well, but this time seemed resentful of it having to take place. (I sensed he wanted to argue instead.)

I got the blessed olive oil, and went to make the sign of the cross at the base of his throat like I have done so many times before, but this time, as soon as the blessed olive oil and my finger touched his skin, I felt the demons come rushing out of him, to fly through me.

Anger, GREAT violence, disgusting filth, perversion, unrelenting sorrow, blackness, secrecy, fear, pagan idol worship, (that came from someone’s past family demons,) sorcery, divining, and two principality demons that came from the land that they had been on.

Thirteen demons that I could name.

I barely finished casting them out from him, for I was in shock at what had just happened. Never before had the demons from within another, come rushing out to fly through me. I stood there, looking at my husband, and I could tell that the demons had indeed left him, for the look in his eyes were back to normal, and the expression in his face was one of gentle remorse and concern.

But then I suddenly realized, that not all had gone through me. Some had gone in and remained.

I can’t even begin to fully describe such a horrible feeling; knowing that there were such filthy demons in me. Filthy, and unrelenting sorrow, were the demons that had remained in me.

The filthy one is what I sensed first; it made me want to go take a shower so I could scrub it off of me. It was truly horrible. Only a few times before, had I sensed such demons. Of those times, they always came from practicing Satanists or illuminati witches. But never before did I have one attack me.

Then the demon of unrelenting sorrow hit me next, and I began to cry in earnest.

I ran out of the room, and asked one of my other kids (the one who can see so clearly into that unseen world,) to please come and bless me. He had heard of what had happened, and came immediately. He then blessed me. As soon as his finger touched me with the blessed olive oil on it, the two demons of filth and unrelenting sorrow left me. This time, my crying turned to one of great relief, and I explained what had happened. I then asked him if the demons were now gone, or if they had gone into him. He said that they were now gone, and that they had not troubled him.

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I began by removing all the ornaments on the Christmas tree, and putting them back in the huge ornament storage box. I was half way done with the ornaments, when I noticed that my hands had begun to burn, as if I had touched a caustic chemical somehow, and was having a reaction to it.

I wondered if it was from the box of new unbreakable plastic bulbs that we had opened and added to our tree this year. There was probably some chemical on them that was irritating my skin. I set them aside in their original packing, and made a note to not use them next year, just in case.

I went to wash my hands, and I applied some hand cream that had always worked before to calm down a chemical reaction on my skin.

But this time, there was no difference. My hands still burned as before.

I went back to my work, figuring that the lotion just needed more time to do its job.

I switched from working on the tree, to packing up the advent wreath. But the burning on my hands just became worse.

Suddenly, one of my kids came up to me and exclaimed “Mom! What have you been touching?! Your hands are just COVERED with thick, black, smoke!”

So I told the child what I had been doing, and that my hands were very much in pain.

“Mom,” This child responded to me, “I can’t even SEE your own hands at all! All I see is a ball of thick black swirling smoke at the end of each of your arms!”

I stopped what I was doing. I realized then, that the pain in my hands must be spiritual, and not physical. But then my heart began to ache as well, for I had just begun to realize, what this now meant.

All those Christmas tree ornaments! The advent wreath! The Lord was letting us know, that they were tainted, unclean!

Our family then gathered to discuss what this meant, and what should now be done. Everyone agreed that we needed to get rid of the stuff that was spiritually tainted.

My husband agreed to get rid of the holiday lights, for if he could no longer use them during the days of winter solstice, (December 21st through the 26th,) then they were not worth all the trouble of putting them up and taking them down every year.

The kids felt that if they could not have the lights on the Christmas tree, then they no longer wanted to put up the Christmas tree. Too much work, for little reward. (I had to agree with them; the Christmas tree lights are what made it all so beautiful and special. Without the lights, it seemed like just another tree that was in our house.) The kids did not like having to get under the tree to water it, and hated the influx of creepy (and even dangerous) spiders that surfaced shortly after it was first brought in. Pine needles got into everything and were a daily mess to sweep up.

“We could get a fake tree, if you wanted to try that,” I said to them.

But no one wanted to go through the bother.

“It’s o.k.,” said one of my kids. “We don’t have to have a tree.”

Another one piped up, “As long as we can still have the presents!” Then the thought of the alternative must have come into this child’s mind, for the child then quickly added, “We can still have presents, right mom?”

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Satan likes to pervert anything that God has created or that has been written in Scripture. Look at this Scripture: Leviticus 17: 11: “For the life of the flesh is in the blood: and I have given it to you upon the altar to make an atonement for your souls: for it is the blood that maketh an atonement for the soul.” If a demon can make someone murder someone else (shedding innocent blood), then that demon will get stronger from that shed blood. The demon gets its power and life from that shed blood.

Look at abortion: all it is is a big blood sacrifice unto Satan.

Psalm 106: 37-42: “Yea, they sacrificed their sons and their daughters unto devils, And shed innocent blood, even the blood of their sons and of their daughters, whom they sacrificed unto the idols of Canaan: and the land was polluted with blood. Thus were they defiled with their own works, and went a whoring with their own inventions. Therefore was the wrath of the Lord kindled against his people, insomuch that he abhorred his own inheritance. And he gave them into the hand of the heathen; and they that hated them ruled over them. Their enemies also oppressed them, and they were brought into subjection under their hand.”

I remember I was staying with some Christian friends near Driggs, Idaho and they told me about an unsolved murder in Driggs recently. When the local police found the body of the murder victim, there was no blood in the body. It was like something had sucked the blood out of the body. That victim might have been a blood sacrifice in a Satanic cult.

Also Driggs, Idaho has some sort of curse. I guess there is a curse in that whole valley (Victor, Driggs and Tetonia, Idaho): it has one of the highest suicide rates in the United States.

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Last fall, there was a really bad car accident just a few miles from where we live. The road at this particular place winds back and forth, and is quite narrow. However, it is paved, which leads some people to think that they can take the turns too fast. Well one day, a car came around the bend so fast, (a fancy sports car, no less, reported to be going WAY over the speed limit,) that it veered into the on coming lane in order to make the turn. Sadly, another family of adults was in a car in that very lane, right when the guy went into their lane. A head on collision resulted.

The crash was so bad, that the bodies were thrown from the cars. So much blood was lost from their injuries, that the dark stains covered three car lengths long of pavement on one side, and another car length on the other side of the road.

We came upon the accident scene, right as the tow trucks came to remove all the car parts.

There was so much blood there, that it pooled in places where the road had sunk.

My kids gasped as we passed the accident scene, and I figured it was because they had seen the multitude of car pieces along the side, all smashed up. (Neither car was left, just car parts.) But instead, one of them spoke up for the others and said “mom, those people who spilled their blood on that pavement were NOT believers!”

I thought the comment kind of odd, so I asked them, “How can you tell?”

“Demons are there. They are attracted to all the spilled blood.” At this, all the kids gave their nod of agreement.

“But how can you tell if they were believers or not?”

The child who had spoken just shrugged. “I just know.”

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Swearing demons often work with the demons of addiction.
Swearing itself, can even be its own addiction.

The reason you should not say these words, if you curse, not only is it a sin, but you are calling a demon to come to you. If you said a non swear word just like it was a curse, though you are sinning, you are not calling a demon.

If you keep using the words as non-swearing, though the demons will come, they will be bored. They will start to leave you alone cause they realize you are not sinning. You are a waste of their time.

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Little did we know when we moved here,
That the land was cursed.

But we soon found out that it was.

Appliances broke down, some almost severely injuring our family when they failed, strange toxic odors that no matter what we did would not go away, illnesses that refused to go away or lessen despite all kinds of treatment, oddities going wrong with the house which needed lots of money to fix them, objects flying off the counters or walls, (usually at night or on witches sabbats,) ghosts appearing and then disappearing, disembodied voices cursing and threatening us, and massive deaths of our chickens, with no apparent sicknesses. (It got so bad with the chickens, that the local feed store refused to sell any more baby chicks to us, for they knew that any chickens we’d bring home, would die within just a few hours, again for no apparent reason.)

But we knew that all the chaos was coming from the demons, for they were seen being so thick and heavy, that when one was cast out, several more took its place. They would taunt us, and tell us that it didn’t matter if we cast them out in Jesus name; they would still return to kill again. Sleep became elusive for those among us who could see such things, and we all began to struggle to simply live here.

We asked for help from the local pastors, but no one knew how to deal with such happenings. I went to search on the internet for help, but found very little. Not enough to really use to set us free. It actually took a combination of several books on deliverance, to give us a clue on what we were supposed to do to be set free from these afflictions.

Little did we know, it wasn’t simply the sins of the far past that was still haunting our land, it was also a group of Satanists who were illegally growing their cannabis drug (a special strain that they use just for their satanic initiation rites) on our land. (Part of our land is thick bushy undergrowth on the side of a rough valley, and it is hard to reach each little area.) We discovered their presence when they left a huge boulder on our land, (they deposited it fifteen minutes after midnight, on one of their sabbat Fridays,) marked with an open pentagram. Apparently they were leaving their signs for others to find, which marked the land as theirs. We smashed the rock, and took the pieces to the dump. We removed the other markings they had left as well. The police had already been keeping watch on the area, and one day they must have gotten too close to their stuff, for they soon left and have not been back since.

The first time we cleansed our land, we used only the blessed olive oil. But this was not enough, for the hauntings and problems continued, although now they were somewhat less. (Not as many demons replaced the ones we would cast out in Jesus name.) Evidently, the forgiveness of sins was also needed, not just the addition of the Holy Spirit, so, we tried it again, but this time we used both blessed olive oil AND kosher grape juice. (New wine.)

Praise to Jesus Christ of Nazareth; it worked!

The chicken deaths stopped, the mystery illness my son had suffered from for months cleared up, other illnesses cleared up, the toxic smells went away, and things stopped breaking down. The ghost sightings were almost gone, only one remained. This one we would see in the window of our kitchen. It too left, when we got rid of an old antique medicinal spirits bottle that we found on the property, and had placed on our kitchen window sill. Now when we cast out a demon in the name of Jesus, no new demon comes forth to take its place, and we have seen that demons can not go on to our property! It is like a fence that keeps them out.

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What we eat or put into our bodies, can provide doorways for demons to attack. This also includes what we may breathe in, shoot into our body, etc. Even going under general anesthesia has caused some to be attacked. One had noted that his wife had trouble connecting with the Lord like she used to, after undergoing major surgery. After casting out any demons that may have entered during this procedure, she was able to go back to the way she was. Our family has noted that Monosodium Glutamate, fake sweeteners, and some pharmaceuticals have given us demonic trouble. Eating food sacrificed to idols, such as Easter candy or Christmas candies, have also caused us demonic trouble. (See https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2014/04/19/food-sacrificed-unto-idols/)

Of course what you do can open up doorways also. If you are sinning, or have sinned and have yet to repent, then the demons can use this as an opening to attack you.

Where you go, can cause demons to try to attack you. For example, demons have tried to attack us while visiting Masonic buildings or other pagan places. Even going into the stores around the holidays, can be troublesome. When we went into the local Home Depot store around Halloween, they had a huge skeleton that was dressed as the grim reaper placed at the front door, ‘welcoming’ in their customers. We felt great demonic evil from it, and had to bind it up in the name of Jesus, for the demons to leave us alone.

What you listen to. Satanists and illuminists are out there, involved with the music industry, and have even put forth spells upon some of the music. Choosing to listen to such cursed music (or sounds for that matter,) can allow demons in to trouble you.

What you see. Paintings, video clips, or drawings of demons or of cursed places or things, can affect people. Demons like for you to see them, so then it is easier for them to attack you. We have had to keep an eye out for this with the internet: https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2013/07/07/a-demon-came-through-the-computer-screen/

Who you lay hands on. Listen closely to the Holy Spirit, especially during deliverance. If the Holy Spirit is warning you not to lay hands on a person, then refrain from doing so! Be careful of whom you lay hands on. Demons can be transferred from person to person, especially through touch. This is why 1 Timothy 5:22 says: “Lay hands suddenly on no man, neither be partaker of other men’s sins: keep thyself pure.”

What you wear. Wearing Masonic or satanic things on your clothing or items, such as skulls or crossbones, witches wheels, or etc. This also includes tattoos and body piercings. Demonic doorways are created as the needle pierces the skin. Tattoos can also be a form of tribute to demons, depending on what the tattoo is – skulls, pentagrams, etc. This would still create open doorways for the demons because of the design. – a simple bow and ribbon design may not continue to attract as many demons like a skull and crossbones would. (See http://themodifiedbody.com/ for more information on the spiritual problems with tattoos. The writer of this web site used to be a tattoo artist, and he researches into the different doorways that exist in tattoos, such as genome changes, nanotech enablement, DNA vaccines, and resonant frequencies. It is a very interesting web site to explore.)

What your ancestors have done. This is a big one. Demons love to cling to family lines. When demons stay within a family line, this is called a familiar spirit. Anyone in the family dabble in witchcraft? Anyone join the Masonic Lodge? Do you know what your ancestors were doing four hundred years ago? The sins of the parents can still affect their children, on down the line. As an example, one of my kids had a familiar demon in him, a demon of un-forgiveness, that caused him to hold long grudges against others. When it was cast out in Jesus name, it was discovered to be a resentful Lakota Indian demon, that had managed to transfer itself through the family line from my side of the family, down through the years, till we discovered it in my child.

And lastly, what others have done to you. Witches, and Satanists, spend a good deal of their time cursing believers. Unhealthy emotional ties to others who were abusive to you, or other things like this can cause the demons to try to attack you.

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Marijuana loosens the mind’s resistance to satan’s attacks. Because of this, it is in essence, a form of an open doorway for satan to enter. I have known many who smoked it or ate it, and I can sense the demons in them from it, even before they tell me that they have smoked it. (My experience is that marijuana has its own set of demons that are different from other demons. I have only come across that kind within those who have partaken of it.)

The marijuana that was found on our land, was a special kind of marijuana that is grown for the express use of initiation into satanic covens. It is planted on sabat days and tended to and harvested on those days as well. Spells are placed upon the plant, so that it will cause demonic entities to enter into the initiate when taken.

As far as I am concerned, cancer has shown itself to be a demon. A BAD demon. Yes, I have cast out cancer demons from those with cancer, and they were healed. One demon can give the illusion that it removed another demon, such as the marijuana removing the cancer demon. But always, without exception, when a demon is used to get rid of another demon it is only so that another more powerful demon (often with a different affliction,) takes its place.

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My husband wanted to show me a wedding photo of one of his friends. When I went to look at the computer screen, I gasped and stumbled back from the onslaught of demons that were reaching out towards me from the computer screen. I then braced myself and carefully looked closer at the photo, to try and discern from where the attack was coming from. I followed the strings of the demons to their end, and found that one of the people in the wedding photo, had tattoos covering both of her arms. (The rest of her was covered, and she had no tattoos on her face.) There wasn’t a place left on her arms that was not covered in ink. I was very glad then, that we had not gone to this wedding. I also felt bad for the bride, who will always have her wedding photo marred with those demons.

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Some deliverance ministries have also suggested to anoint all items brought into the home with blessed olive oil, in an effort to cleanse all evil from it. Personally, our family has found that this can be a dangerous thing to do when it comes to anointing actual idols. (https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2012/02/16/three-idol-encased-demons/) It also has not worked with other items that were cursed. For example, I purchased a new pillow from a store, and found it was giving me rashes and itchiness that made sleep difficult. We examined the pillow (my usual brand,) for any physical reasons for the reactions, but found nothing. Finally in prayer, the Lord told me that it had been previously purchased by a New Age Wiccan, and because it had been in her home for a few days, it was now considered unclean for me as a believer. Anointing this pillow with the blessed olive oil made no difference at all. The itchiness and rashes remained. When I exchanged it at the store for another one, (which the Lord told me to do,) the new one posed no problems at all. The itchiness and rashes were gone within 24 hours. I couldn’t just bless and keep the item in question. I had to remove it from my home.

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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.

...

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.

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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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Fantastic work – you are truly doing the LORDS work, some of these I wasn’t aware of! i’ve found in particular that most video games have some demonic connection – i would steer clear of them all together!

I had the worst experience years ago – I was a teeanger in 1989, I was given one of these so-called ‘child friendly’ video games. It seemed innocent enough, but I felt something was different in my SOUL. After a few minutes, it hitme, it was like a demon was trying to pull me in THROUGH the tv into its Videoland. A vortex literally opened up in the screen, and I felt darkness around me and EVIL and I know my dog felt it too as he was in the same room as me and he was going NUTS, he almost threw off his little neck scarf. Luckily my Mom entered the room JUST as I was starting to black out. She recited scripture and doused me with water until I woke up. We burned the Nintendo the very next day! If demons can come through the screen and enter our world, I don’t even want to think about what would happen if they ever took me into their WARPED zone. It was the most horrific experience of my life, but it is true! And I hope others will learn from this

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Fantastic work – you are truly doing the LORDS work, some of these I wasn’t aware of! i’ve found in particular that most video games have some demonic connection – i would steer clear of them all together!

I had the worst experience years ago – I was a teeanger in 1989, I was given one of these so-called ‘child friendly’ video games. It seemed innocent enough, but I felt something was different in my SOUL. After a few minutes, it hitme, it was like a demon was trying to pull me in THROUGH the tv into its Videoland. A vortex literally opened up in the screen, and I felt darkness around me and EVIL and I know my dog felt it too as he was in the same room as me and he was going NUTS, he almost threw off his little neck scarf. Luckily my Mom entered the room JUST as I was starting to black out. She recited scripture and doused me with water until I woke up. We burned the Nintendo the very next day! If demons can come through the screen and enter our world, I don’t even want to think about what would happen if they ever took me into their WARPED zone. It was the most horrific experience of my life, but it is true! And I hope others will learn from this

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It took a while to be completely freed from that demon of depression. (I did not know at that time, about casting out demons in the name of Jesus.) Fighting off the depression always seemed to be a struggle. Till one day, listening to a prophesy TV show, the speaker, while praying for those in the audience, suddenly stopped and looked up into the camera, and said that there was someone listening to the broadcast, that was being freed from the demon of depression, right at that moment, and that this person should claim their healing in the name of Jesus, and to forbid satan to trouble them anymore. Satan tried to tell me that the message was for someone else, but I still wondered if it really was meant for me. “Yes! You!” the man’s voice called out (it felt like he was speaking directly to me,) “Do not doubt your healing! You have been set free!” At that moment, as I stood there in the living room doing some housework, I felt the heavy weight that had been on me for so long being lifted off of me. I decided right them and there, that I would claim the message as my own.

It worked!
Glory to Jesus Christ of Nazareth; for indeed, He has set me free!

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My kids were in one of their classes at college, where each student had to get up in front of the class, and share with everyone, something that had happened to them in the past, that had completely changed their life.

Well, one of their classmates got up and began to share how her life had changed, when she had first met her imaginary friend in a dream.

This was a girl that both of my kids had seen before, and had felt decidedly uncomfortable around. When one of my kids had first met this girl, he had smiled at her and said “hi,” but the girl had looked right through him and then coldly ignored him. My kid thought she was just being shy, but now began to realize differently. This girl’s imaginary friend, was a demon, and this demon was jealously protecting its host from interacting with any believer.

The girl showed paintings that she had done of her imaginary friend to the classroom, and explained the imaginary world that her imaginary friend lived in. It was all quite detailed and colorful. She was a good artist.

As the girl began to describe her imaginary friend, the demon stood right there next to her.

The girl began to describe in great detail, what her imaginary friend looked like. “He has light blue skin, a pert pigs nose, and has one of its eyes missing. He is…”

At this, the girl paused, searching for words. One of my kids spoke up under his breath, and said “he’s tall!”

And even though there was no way that the girl could have heard him say this, (he was at the back of the room and she at the front,) she said “oh yes! And he’s very tall, standing about ten feet high.”

My son gave a slight nod of agreement.

The girl then said that this imaginary friend changed her life, when she accepted him as a friend, despite his disabilities. She claimed that this imaginary friend taught her not to judge others harshly, but to be accepting of everyone, no matter what their disability.

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We used to have a practicing satanist who was a pastor at one of the local churches. He tried to attack me and my kids by using witches lay lines and silver cords to come into our dreams to try to scare us. We knew who it was right away, (he showed his face in the dreams, and he attacked us each in chronological order that night, and when we woke up from his attack, he was in the room with us,) so we cast him out and burned his lay lines and silver cords, and once we did this, he immediately left us in peace. When I asked the Lord what was going on, He told me that this pastor was an undercover satanist. It made sense, for my kids always seen him as being covered with a big black dense cloud. He was one of those pastors that always preached how the power of God was no more, and only existed in Jesus day. Sadly the people ate up his words like it was manna from the desert.

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When a mother spends that much time with her child, the parent can sense RIGHT AWAY when something is wrong, and can then petition the problem to Me, and then cast the demon away from the child. (This is done through My Word and through prayer to Me.) But if the parent doesn’t even believe that evil spirits exist, and can try to attack their children, (or of course themselves,) then there is much less hope of fighting off satan’s attacks.

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Satan being the prince of the power of the air it makes sense that tv, radio, computers and all would be perfect portals for his use. Also consider that Jesus says He saw Satan fall like lightening from the sky…so obviously electricity is home sweet home for him as well. I have even heard of pictures in magazines carrying spirits such as lust or Jezebel that can pounce on those unprotected.

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Our first encounter with demons coming out of computer and TV screens, happened several years ago, when one of my kids had clicked on a video that promised the viewer a glimpse of a real alien. We were all sitting there at the kitchen table, with the kids doing their school work, and this one kid had finished early, so as a reward, I told him he could use the computer while he waited for the rest of the kids to finish.

Well, most of the youtube video that he had decided to view, was silent and dark, which caused one to lean in closer to the computer screen, to see if you could see anything. Suddenly, a drawing of an alien’s face flashed upon the screen, and a loud roar came from the speakers, and as everyone there at the table turned to look at the computer screen, a large black ghost-like hook, (reminiscent of Peter Pan’s Captain Hook, but very very black and wraith-like,) reached out through the computer screen and tried to stab itself into my child’s forehead. It glanced off the surface of his skin, and then gave an even louder roar of frustration, once it realized it had failed in its attack. The claw then evaporated back into the computer screen. Laughter was then heard coming from the video, as the perps laughed out loud at their supposed joke.

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In another instance, quite recently in fact, our family, yes, even me, got quite sick with the flu. I could not understand what had happened. The flu lingered on, and recovery seemed far away. I was really distraught from it, for it made my Lord’s Word to seem as if it was of no account. I had been casting out and claiming and doing everything I knew of, to stop the sickness demon from attacking. And usually, it ALWAYS works. This was the first time in years, that it had not.

I was flummoxed. I went to the Lord, and asked Him why. Was there sin that I didn’t know of, that I needed to repent from? It was the only thing I could think of, that might have caused such a demon to attack me.

But instead of keeping me there before Him in prayer, He told me to get up and to clean off the kitchen countertop.

I wondered why He would ask me to do such a thing, for I was still quite sick and weak. But he kept at me to do it, so I finally did.

As I cleaned it off, I came across a foam mug holder, with the address of a new florist that had moved into town. I had picked it up as being part of a goody bag during a local fair. It felt strange in my hands, and I was going to simply set it aside, when I felt the Lord tell me to turn it over. When I did, I gasped. On the other side was a traditional fleur de’ lis emblem, painted onto the foam.

It was then, that I realized, just how dangerous and destructive a cursed item could be in the home. I had cleansed our home from such things, but something had slipped back in without me being aware of it. I counted back the days and realized that within just twenty four hours of me bringing this thing into our house, the sickness demon had attacked us.

I quickly threw it out into the garbage, and as soon as it was off of our property, we all began to heal.

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[In the comments of the "Chinese Geisha girl" post, an anonymous commenter has claimed that he is possessed by a demon named Geisha, and has asked Dreams what the names of the demons in the statue were.]

I first speak to the demons inside of John-rex:
Geisha, did you really think that I would give you any of the names of your co-conspirators, just so you could drag them into this poor man along with you? NO WAY! I bind you all up in the name of Jesus, and then cast you ALL out in His Holy Name! May you and all your many friends be pulled back into the pit of hell from whence you came, and leave this poor man in PEACE!!

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One of my kids
Attending a local community college
Was given time off from physical education class
To attend their yearly campus ‘Wellness Festival.’
They were told by their phys-ed teacher
That they would receive extra credit for attending it.
(Here in California, it is mandatory to take two gym classes
In order to receive any kind of an associates degree.)

One booth that was there, offered you a ‘free’ metal thermos,
If you pledged to cut back on your sugar intake,
And gave them your email address.

Another booth gave you print outs on what helpful herbs
Might be growing in your back yard, and how these herbs can be applied to help heal common illnesses.

Yet another booth offered you a free back massage,
And stressed the importance of relaxation.

This child of mine wandered through it all,
Observing everything as usual,
Till the child came across something
That this child had never seen before.

An energy aura cleanser.

This woman had no booth,
But wandered around the campus fair grounds,
Inviting anyone near her,
To come forth and have their “energy cleansed” by her.

My child stood back and watched,
As a student was just finishing getting her aura ‘cleansed’ by this woman.

There were demons
That swirled around this woman,
Demons that went forth and attacked the person,
Sucking their energy from them,
Forming it into some kind of glowing orb ball,
(reminiscent of those colorful-swirling rubber balls one can get in a vending machine for fifty cents, but way bigger,)
And then feeding it into the spirit of the woman.

“Ah, yes!,” she exclaimed, now I can feel your energy!
It needs to be released and flowing!”

The woman then placed her hands upon the student,
(the woman’s hands, and especially her fingertips, were covered with a heavy dark substance that was very black, and it was this substance, that seemed to provide the opening doorway for the evil spirits to enter into the student to whom she was touching,) and the student’s glowing ball of colorful aura that had been fed into this woman just moments before by the demons, Was now taken back out from this woman by those same demons, along with some of the spirits already in the woman, and then with their hands, the demons then swirled the different kinds (and colors) of spirits together into another now different ball of aura,
And then threw it back into the student.

This was all done by the demons,
Who used the woman to initiate the needed touch and catch phrases for the spiritual exchange to take place.

As the woman finished with the student,
She looked around and quickly found my child.

“You there!,” she cried out to my kid,
“I can SEE your energy! Come! Let me cleanse it for you!”

At this, the demons working this woman,
Rushed forward and tried to attack my child.

But the demons were never able to get close enough to my child, to retrieve any of my child’s spirit,
For the angels that surrounded my child
Were large and several in number,
and they were VERY, VERY ANGRY.
They hissed as they attacked the demons who were trying to come near. They used their huge bright shields to cover my child, and held out their flaming swords towards the swirling demons in the air. But it was with their own hands, that the angels attacked these demons, using their blindingly white light that emanated from their own hands,
And they quickly formed their own orbs of blinding white power,
And slung them one right after the other at the demons.

These demons reminded my child of the Buddha demons that our family had once fought off, when we allowed that porcelain sculpture of a Buddha god into our home. Except this time, the demons were not as powerful as those were.
They also felt different than the Roman Catholic spirits, who usually gave off great waves of irritability as a warning when this child got too close to something strongly Catholic.

The demons retreated back into the woman,
And my child quickly said a most emphatic “No!,”
As the woman continued to ask my child if she could please cleanse my child’s aura. My child said no a few more times in answer to her persistence, till the woman shrugged and moved her attention on to another student who was walking her way.

Afterwards, my child told me that they (the angels and the child,) would still rather go up against demons like those, versus the demons that are found in those who actively worship satan. The demons of satan worshipers are the WORST to fight off. Not that they are so hard to battle against, but more that the demons that reside within them, are more vile and disgusting to confront. The angels also hiss more, and quickly ground their teeth at such demons, and eagerly await the right to attack those demons, if they were to be stupid enough to try and attack them.

Most of the demons that are seen on campus by this child, usually stick to the person that they are ‘haunting’, and for the most part, do not try to jump from person to person. It saddens this child of mine, to see so many people, unbelievers, walking around with their demons, unaware of just what is tailing them. Some, if the person’s end was to come at that moment, would be quickly dragged down to hell by the demons already attached to them. This child has described the campus to me, as “a walking future graveyard”. True believers, are easy to see, for they have a bright white aura around them that is clear to discern amongst all the surrounding spiritual darkness.

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My kids can spot a tattoo parlor from over a mile away, just from all the demons hanging around it. These demons are attached to the parlor, almost like balloons on strings, and they reach out and hover over the city, while they try to entice people to enter in. The demons are covered with tattoos, and they come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. We have not found a tattoo parlor yet without demons attached to it. Tattoo artists are filled with demons. (Yes, even ‘Christian’ tattoo artists.) Those demons can easily transfer to you when you get a tattoo from them. Once in, the demon has the right to ask other demons to come and live within you as well. (Matthew 12:43-45)

My kids and I have seen and spoken to many people with tattoos. They have ALWAYS had demons coming out from their tattoos. And yes, this is the same even for ‘Christian’ tattoos. For this reason, we tend not to get together in person on a regular basis with those that flaunt their tattoos, for we have yet to meet one that was free of those demons. (And we do not like to spend our time with demons.) If the person covers them up with their clothing, we don’t get hit as much from the demons. It’s like they are held back somehow, and can not reach us.

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A new friend of mine had shared with me that she could sometimes hear nasty voices speaking to her in her head. I could not understand why she’d get hit like that, for she casts out demons, and she claimed to have cleaned out her home from cursed items, and she demonstrated to me several times that she is a strong believer in Jesus. Well, she decided to ask the Lord to remove any evil implants that she had anywhere in her body, and that they would be forced out. She soon discovered auricular implants that had been inside her, and were now on the outer part of her skin where she could easily remove them! These implants were the kind that go in the ears and make the person think they are hearing voices, because people can talk to them through these implants. The Lord was able to remove them from her, without her even having to go in for any surgery! Now she no longer hears those evil voices taunting her in her head. Hallelujah!

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When my mother-in-law passed away, some of her old stuff was shipped out to us in case we might want it. In this box, were some statues and trinkets that she had purchased as souvenirs from her travels. One of them, was an all-white porcelain statue of a Chinese geisha girl, holding out her arms and hands in a peculiar way. One of the hands looked like it may have at one time been broken off and temporarily repaired, so I was wondering if I should apply a permanent fix to it, or if it was even worth saving at all.

As I was holding it, I began to feel vaguely uncomfortable with it, and wondered if it was spiritually o.k. or not to keep. So I asked my kids for a second opinion.

One shrugged and said they had sensed something evil about it at first, but as that feeling quickly went away, they couldn’t be real sure. So they went to see if there was more information on it over the internet.

My oldest son however, wanted it out of the house immediately. He said he could hear foreign voices coming from the statue, singing and chanting in tongues, and he knew that they were demons. As the minutes went by, he became more and more distressed over it, because their voices were getting louder and louder, and more threatening.

So I decided to bless it with our blessed olive oil and claim it in the name of Jesus. As soon as the blessing oil touched the statue, my oldest said the demons were shrieking and howling in pain and anger, and were coming out of the statue. But they soon went back to their odd chanting and singing, this time even louder than before. My internet searcher then reports back to me, telling me that this statue is an actual demon goddess that people in China pray to, in their homes. My oldest interrupts to say that he felt the Holy Spirit telling him that we NEED to get rid of the statue, NOW.

At that point, one of the demons physically attacked my son. It threw him down onto the stairs, (as he tried to run away,) and then wrapped its tendrils around his throat and tried to choke him, while another smaller one sat on his chest to try and silence him by suffocating him. My kids could only stare at the demons, unable to move or speak, frozen in fear and terror, as they watched them viciously attack their older brother. (This was odd behavior for some of them; normally they don’t let them spook them, they simply cast them out in the name of Jesus.) It sounded horrible; I could hear my son’s screams of sheer terror; he kept repeating over and over: “NO! DON’T LET IT TAKE ME! GET IT OFF OF ME! MOM!! HELP ME!” And then a moment later, ”PLEASE! GET RID OF THE STATUE!!! NOW!!!!”, as he tried to claw away at his own neck the suffocating strangle hold of the demon’s grip. I looked into my son’s eyes, and could see the absolute panic and terror that he was feeling reflecting out from them. But I myself could not see any demon at all; all I could see were strange markings of something around his neck, and his face grow red and bulge as he kept struggling and gasping to pull in a breath of air.

At first I looked for the obvious signs of a ‘too-tight’ shirt collar, or anything else that might have caused such a reaction, and a part of me couldn’t help but wonder if my son was just faking it to get attention. Till I looked up and seen all the eyes of my children starring at the same demons that was on top of him in horror. They were all starring at the demons, not at my son. Then I knew it was indeed real.

I cried out for my husband, (who had heard all the commotion and had been wondering what was going on, but had remained downstairs working on his computer,) and asked him to quickly take the statue and “get it out of this house!”

So he came up and took the statue outside. Meanwhile I went and grabbed my book entitled “Prayers that rout demons”, (scriptures and prayers based on them that are indexed for immediate battle-ready use,) and started claiming them out loud, and casting out in Jesus name whatever was attacking my son. I had to shout them out, and say them with great energy. I could then slightly sense the demon sneer at me, as it seemingly loosened its grip on my son and disappeared.

So I asked the kids if they still felt the demons, and one told me that they could still hear them, and another told me they could see the thin black ropes, coming from the outside, still trying to attack us.

I asked the child that seen the thin black ropes where they were coming from, and was pointed towards the window, on the left side. We go outside, following the trails of black rope, not knowing where their father had put the statue, (he was back downstairs working again,) and were led directly to the statue, right where the lines were seen to be coming from.

I took the statue, and along with my kids, went down to the fire pit. We built up a fire, lit it, and when we thought it was going strong enough, we put the statue in it.

Within the next minute or so, the fire went out.

So we rebuilt the fire, this time making it bigger and stronger, right on top of the statue. It was not easy. This was a fire that for some reason did not want to burn. But I asked the Lord to please help us with the fire, so it got going pretty good. Ten to fifteen minutes later, the fire around the statue had dissipated, leaving the rest of the fire around it still burning. We kicked the rest of the fire out, and I went to go pick up the statue with a stick, figuring it was now way too hot to hold. But the Holy Spirit told me to go ahead and pick it up with my bare hands.

It was icy cold. Not a single blemish or smear of soot had disfigured it.

My eldest son cried out to me again, asking me to smash it, but I was already one step ahead of him. I was trying to find a brick to smash it with, but most near me were still way too hot from the fire to use. (I had just burned my fingers on one, finding that out the hard way.) So a brick from the other side of the fire pit was found, and with great force, I smashed the delicate porcelain with one square blow. I must admit, at this point I half expected it to be resistant to being smashed as well, so I think I may have used a bit too much force, for the bricks above it and underneath it ended up being cracked and broken as well. I was going to keep breaking it up into dust, but the kids said it was no longer necessary, as the black trails had now dissipated in the air like smoke does on a breezy day.

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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.

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While I was making supper, my husband decided to watch a movie called ‘Spinal Tap’ on television. He told the kids how funny it was, but the vibes I was getting from the show made me feel really uncomfortable. I thought to ask him to change the channel, but a voice kept whispering to me that it was o.k., and that it would soon get better. But when the main character in the movie started to swear multiple times, one right after the other, I called out my husband’s name in exasperation, upon which he then very reluctantly changed the channel.

But it wasn’t much better, for he had changed it to ‘The Twilight Zone’ marathon. Sometimes I’ve been able to watch this without a problem, but tonight was not one of them. It left me feeling uneasy. When I asked him to change the channel, he asked “To what? The three stooges?”

Then for some reason the fireplace ashes started to back up into the room, causing some of us to have health issues. Coughing, watery eyes, and headaches plagued some of the kids. My husband said he had cleaned out all the ashes a few days ago, so I figured I’d go in and wash it down with water to get rid of the rest of the soot. But when I went in, I found big piles of soot still there. So my husband resentfully decided to remove some more of the ash with a shovel, while I went to go get the vacuum cleaner. Half way through he became very angry, lost his temper, and stormed into the bedroom, saying he had ‘had it’ and that this was not what he had planned on doing for the night, so he was now going to go to bed.

I asked him if he was going to cast out the demons troubling him, but he said no and then went to bed.

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One evening, our family was watching the television. The show was about cancer and the survivors of cancer, and it went into several examples of how it affected peoples lives.

Then this one man came forth to share his story. He told the interviewer how he had survived the cancer and was currently cancer-free. He was very pessimistic however, and was a firm atheist as well. He then told the interviewer, that he fully expected the cancer to return one day, and that it would end up being the death of him.

As this man finished saying this to the cameraman, one of my kids got up and went into his bedroom. After a few moments, I sensed that something was not right, so I got up and followed him into his room.

There, my son told me, that he had seen a demon come out of the television screen, and walk slowly into his bedroom. So my son had gotten up to go follow it, to see what it would do. (He didn’t want it to go hide in his bedroom, just to come out and attack him later on.) He was going to cast it out right away, but something stopped him.

The demon was sitting on his bed, looking really angry and resentful at having to be there. It was small in size, being about the same size as my son, who at the time, was only about five feet tall, if that. As my son looked at it, the word ‘harlequin’ came to mind, for that is what it resembled. Its face was covered with a black mask, and it had shoulder length hair that was the same color. It’s eyes glowed a bright red. It had a loose rectangle shaped tunic, that was covered with the traditional harlequin pattern, but in dark shades of grey and black. Under the tunic, the demon wore black tights, and his shoes were pointed and curled up into a circle at the tip.

“Who are you?” my child asked, bewildered. He had never seen such a demon before, and couldn’t understand what it was doing in his bedroom.

“I am the jinx demon,” It replied. It then showed my son a scroll that it held in his hands, along with an ink pen, that was very long. “See?” the demon said, motioning to what was written upon the scroll. “that man that you were watching out there through the television screen? He died, just as he said he would. I wrote it down here on my scroll, right when he first proclaimed it. He himself gave us permission to take his life.”

The demon then said that it was his job to go about the world and record in writing, anything us humans said, that might be of benefit for his lord satan. He especially liked to record the bad things that believers said over their lives, for this gave satan that power over them, to bring upon them the very thing that they had declared over their lives by their own tongue.

It sneered at my son, and told him that he had things written down upon his scroll, about him.

At that point, my son became repulsed by it, and promptly cast it out from his presence.

That is when I had walked into the room.

When my son finished telling me what had happened, we went back out into the living room, and continued to watch the rest of the television show.

At the very end of the show, the broadcaster told the viewers, that right as this show finished its production, this man had indeed just been told that his cancer had returned, and that he had then died just a few days later.

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One thing that really interested me during my research into Ebola, was that some of the people who wore the containment suits, still came down with Ebola. And some of the comments placed about this sounded so bewildered; they even pointed out that the workers must have been very careful in the use of their suits, for they knew it was a matter of life and death. Yet they still became sick from Ebola. Of course they were saying this, thinking of how severely contagious it must be. Yet when I first read this, I almost shouted out loud “demon!”, so clear was the revelation from this example. After all, a containment suit is no protection from a demon. Spirits would go right through it!

Then all the demon would have had to do, is place its lying symptoms of say, fever, headache, and muscle aches for example, on to the person, and then if the person believed those lies, The symptoms would become his, and the disease could then enter in and do its damage to the person.

Yes, I can just imagine all those who may read this and think “Wow is she foolish!”(1 Corinthians 1:18,) yet I am here to testify, that I DO NOT GET SICK FROM VIRUSES ANYMORE.

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[How Witches and Satanists Celebrate Christmas]

Some witches and satanists start their actual celebrations on December 21st, while others begin on December 22ond. They have eight nights a year that call for mandatory human sacrifice, and this night is one of them. On this night, a child sacrifice is called for. In both cases, it is celebrated by having different kinds of sex, and killing a person or an animal and drinking their blood, as a sacrifice to their god. Virgins, or the young children of Christians hold the most value, for satan prizes their deaths the most.

They send out christmas cards to their friends and family, with occult symbols on them, often with holly, mistletoe, wreaths, trees, witches ball ornaments, churches with steeples on them, (the steeple is a phallic symbol of nimrod,) or even robins on them. (The robin is thought to symbolically kills the wren to signal the return of light.)

Satanists also celebrate what they call a “black mass,” at this time. This is one of the “rites of blasphemy” that satanists do. It is essentially a parody of the catholic mass. However, keep in mind that satanists, witches, pagans, and wiccans were doing this mass thousands of years before the catholics started. Constantine took it from the pagans and made it into his catholic or common state religion. Interestingly, this catholic mass does not really differ much from what satanists do during their own masses to satan. They both have chalices filled with blood, (the catholics through transubstantiation,) they both have the flesh of their victim (again, the catholics through transubstantiation ,) both have cloth coverings to cover their altars and robes to wear during the ceremony, both have priests and attendants, both use candles, both have their December 24th mass at midnight, both use the same exact smelling incense, both believe in purgatory (called somerset for satanists,) where they work themselves into their paradise, both use bells, both use holy water and both use a pinch of salt to bless it, both have their book of prayers on their altar, both have chalices that are covered with a cloth, and they both eat and drink of their victim’s flesh and blood. (Why the catholics keep crucifying to themselves the Son of God afresh, and put him to an open shame, I do not know; it is as if they believe that the first time was not enough to remove our sins.) Satanists also recite the Lord’s Prayer in reverse, as an extra rite of blasphemy.

As one satanist puts it: “The 23rd is a very special personal day for satan. The sun enters the sign of the goat which represents satan. The night of December 22nd- the eve of December 23rd is the highest satanic holy night of the year. This is a time for intense celebration and devotion to satan, indulgence, decorating the home, family celebrations and getting together. The night of Dec. 22nd should be spent in dedication to satan.” Satanists know that these pagan gods are actually demons and they celebrate them as such.

Satanists and witches are not afraid to say “merry christmas”, for they know that what they are really saying is “Let us be merry about killing the anointed one again!” (Their anointed one, or christ, is not the same as ours.)

December 24th brings their “high grand climax”, where they call forth demons to have sex with them. They also have more animal and human sacrifices to their god, (Which they usually do between the hours of 12:00 midnight and 3:00am,) and continue on in their parties and revelry.

December 25th, is the culmination of saturnalia, which they mark with many great banquets and feasts, drinking until they are drunk and can drink no more. When they are not drunk, they go from place to place, wassailing and bringing gifts to each other. (These celebrations are very similar to the drunken festival of babylon.) It is all about feeding the will and indulging the self. (That is after all, at least for satanists, the whole of their law.) Some begin this practice four days before the 25th, for that is the official start of the celebration of saturnalia. On the 25th of December, infant sacrifice is encouraged. In the bible, they sacrificed infants to molech on December 25th. Witches and satanists still do this today.

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I came across a review from prison planet, about the new Alexus car commercial, and how it was filled with illuminati symbolism.

I sensed that it may not be the best thing for me to be viewing at that time, but I went ahead and looked at it anyways.

As I read the article, I scrolled down the page, and as soon as I seen one of the Illuminati symbols, that looked like a line of black and while ghostly figures, I FELT a demon come through the computer screen. (It went right through me; definitely a creepy feeling.)

I immediately cast out the demon, and shut down the computer, but I was still too late.

One of my kids came rushing into my bedroom, his eyes still full of sleep, and asked me what it was that I had just encountered on the web.

There was no question from this child that I had just been surfing the web; he KNEW that the demon waking him up from his sleep and attacking him had come from my room and through the internet.

“Why?” I asked him. “What happened?”

He then described to me, the demon who had just come into his bedroom to try and attack him.

It sounded just like the black and white ghostly picture that I had just seen on that web page just moments before. The symbols were the same, so I knew it had to have come from that site.

As I apologized to my child, I realized that I may have to stop surfing the web late at night, for I did not want to disturb my kids sleep like this any more.