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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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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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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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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!