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January 8, 2017
I had a segment of dream where I was outside of my old house and around the side by the back porch entrance. There were a couple of small demon spirits that I was fighting against. I believe that they took the forms of people – but they were smaller and “impish” in subtle appearance and demeanor.
When I was fighting them though, there was no Spirit of God upon me, this time – as least I don't think. I seemed to not only be fighting them within my own power...but fighting them with their own methods.
That is, it was if I was a demon, myself, in going at them with extreme, twisted hate.
Hard to really put this one into words...but, I would begin by crouching in front of one, opening my mouth and extending my jaw well past its natural limits; in effect, self-willing myself to project rows of fanged teeth in my mouth. From here, I then proceeded to viciously rip its flesh; beginning from just above the jawline on the cheeks of its face, and then ripping the flesh of its arms, etc. I recall doing a myriad of other things against them, also; in punt-crushing their skulls with mid-air strikes, etc.
It was as though I was transforming my body into tortuous weapons just to fend off and attack these things.
...but it never ended.
Their bodies....somehow...would fully regenerate back into an undamaged form, and it would start all over again. As this grotesque fight was continuing – even in my delusion– I had a moment of clarity, in that this was never-ending. Mentally even, I was growing bored and weary of the fight – yet, seemingly, I knew the moment that I ceased attacking, I was going to be the one attacked, in return.
As stated above, I did not seem to have God's Spirit upon me in this encounter. However, I have no doubt that God PERMITTED this encounter in order to show and teach me something.
Here's what I believe the lesson was:
Only God can bring about lasting peace. And applied to this encounter, only God can bring about lasting victory, as well – in chasing off the enemy, for good (as they don't have this same reverence, whatsoever, for man. Their fear lies in God's holiness).
You see, not only was I fighting these imp-like demons with my own power – since I still retain my sin nature, my spirit, more or less, was no different from theirs, in raging hate and perverseness.
^ So even in “victory”...there was no victory.
It was never-ending – and they were never-leaving.
Much, much like a razor-thin slice of Hell (I can only fathom!).
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Father, in Jesus' holy name, please bless these messages and may it plant just the right seed(s) into whomever reads them. May it be spiritual meat to chew on for many.
January 22, 2017 (between 7 and 8 a.m.)
In this lucid dream, I found myself standing in the kitchen area of my current house.
After looking around momentarily, I then peered up into the ceiling. To my awe and amazement, the ceiling looked like the kitchen floor, with just enough gaps between the boards for me to peer through.
Looking up past the floor of the ceiling -- was an exact copy of my kitchen and house!
Immediately after this, by faith, I then willed myself through the cracks of the ceiling and up into the "next level" of my kitchen.
Immediately after this, a kind of "level up" screen then appeared in front of my eyes. As I recall, there was a manifested horizontal row of icons laid out (like a modern video game) where a cursor then moved one spot over to the right, from the first icon on the left.
I was then explained (via small, still voice) that this was an enhancement in gifts/abilities.
Curiously, I recall there being more than two additional icons along this horizontal row.
The voice then stated that I could not yet see their eyes (...indicating the next level?).
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Very noteworthy that this occurred on the first Sunday after President Trump was sworn into office.
January 30, 2017 (3:30 a.m.)
In this dream, I was on a pickup delivery where I was out of town and picking up a sofa (at the time, I was working as a delivery driver for a certain furniture rent-to-own store). After I had retrieved the item and loaded it up into the moving truck, I then took off back into town.
As I recall, after entering back into town -- I was then...strangely...sitting on the ground, parallel on the right-hand side with the truck as it was driving on the highway, back en-route to the store. I was also nude, and had looked over to my left and saw what looked to be a light blue-ish house robe next to me, hanging alongside the truck.
I then decided to put the house robe on.
From here, I heard a still, small voice ask me a certain question (I can't currently recall what) about the Commandments given in the Gospels of the New Testament.
I recall answering that question, and then opening up the Bible I had in my hands to the Gospels.
The following words, in red, were there waiting for me to read, near the top of the page:
"Yes, Master", was my response. I then opened back up that section of His Word and kissed those letters, before re-closing.
February 24, 2017 (6-6:30 a.m.)
Each of us are assigned a familiar spirit.
Mine was intimately revealed to me in this semi-lucid state dream where I was inside of my old house and within my old bedroom. From here, I had decided to enter into my closet and go up into the attic.
As I remember, just soon after entering, I was then ambushed and pinned down by a nude figure of a spirit being taking my form: my dimensions, my voice...yet, a hate-filled set of eyes with grit teeth and a scowl -- and even foam protruding out from the mouth.
It was a struggle (Ephesians 6:12), yet I do remember gripping both of its wrists with my hands (as I was pinned down on the bottom) and reminding him of his defeat.
...I had awoke soon after this -- but could not move my physical body out of the covers. I, mysteriously, still also was in cognizant operation of my soul body.
...back in a dream state again, I then recall walking around the bedroom portion of my current house. This time, there was a full-length mirror situated in front of me. As I peered into it -- I could then see a doppelganger (familiar spirit) version of myself standing very close behind me; even wearing the exact same work clothes I had on.
Very close behind me...as if this spirit is assigned to intimately follow me.
March 3, 2017 (6-6:30 a.m.)
If you ever happen to find yourself in dream-state encounters (in lucid spiritual warfare against the enemy), keep this important tip in mind:
The enemy will try to deceive all the way up to the point where you're actively casting it out.
To illustrate, I just awoke from an encounter where I was in my bedroom (current house) and, through the guidance of the Holy Spirit, I was tracking down a certain demon spirit that was in hiding. My bedroom was very dark (the enemy loves to hide in the dark) and I awoke about 4-6 separate times throughout this encounter; each time afterward, willing myself back to sleep while asking the Lord to strengthen me.
Eventually, I caught and grabbed this pitch-black evil spirit and began to bash it against the floor (in dream encounters, I've keenly noticed that you need to beat down most evil spirits to the point where they'll dematerialize and flee. Rabbi Schnieder testifies of this, also, in his published book about self-deliverance).
However -- in the process of this, its form changed into one of my dogs.
It was trying to fool me into thinking that I was accidentally hurting one of my loved pets; hoping that I would hesitate long enough for it to recover.
I didn't fall for it!
Curiously enough though, after I beat the entity against the floor one last time, its form changed again to like a small, brownish rat. The "corpse" of this rat, at this point, was laid up against my bedroom door (leading outside) with a blood pile beneath it.
Even odder, the corpse then, somehow, dragged/faded underneath my door to the outside...vanishing completely.
May 8, 2017 (around 4 a.m.)
As I remember, I was in my room (current house) and sitting on my couch while there was a major storm brewing outside in the night.
I seemed to be preparing for a major battle.
In my lap, there was, like, this small 12x6 gift box in which I was placing inside various, hand-held sized smooth rocks; the kind which you could firmly enclose around with your hand.
I remember thinking "This will be enough...[puts in another rock]...the Lord will provide".
Directly across from me was my bedroom window. The window was open (with no blinds), exposing the clear pitch-black night as the wind began to terribly pick up and howl. I then began approaching the window, extending my right arm out with a pointed finger as I began rebuking whatever it was out there in the blackness.
Suddenly -- a single bolt of lightning instantaneously flashed, crackling just outside my window!
I had a small TV on a stand next to my couch, which also instantly went out, in response.
...momentarily stunned, I again deliberately walked toward my open window, closing the open glass.
I then pointed up toward the air and declared "The Lord rebuke you, Satan!"
Moments after I said this, an extended fit of laughter reverberated, from high up in the sky:
June 18, 2017 (between 9 and 11 a.m.)
This lucid-state dream encounter involved me casting evil spirits out of my "old house". My house, in the dream world, is commonly depicted as the old house I grew up in, from about age 5 to age 20. I believe my house, in these cases, represents my own body (whether it be the physical nature or the soul nature).
• The means in which I was casting them out was this: I would declare out-loud "I bind you in the name of Jesus!" or "I bind you with a three-fold cord!" (ref. Ecclesiastes 4:12). This was done in faith; and in response, the devils (departed spirits of the Nephilim) would, literally, immediately be in a squatted down position and stationary -- as if being invisibly and securely bound.
^ From here, I would then, simply enough, lift one of them up, walk out the front door onto the front porch -- and then give it a firm boot to the backside, out into the street!
The angels would assist me in this, when I called upon them (ref. Psalm 91). For instance, I would command them to open the front door for me, as I was carrying a demon spirit out toward the door. Also, as I recall, if I was dealing with two or more of them and needed an extra set of hands to help out, a devil would then be dragged off by an invisible set of helpers.
Concerning God's angels, my gift of discernment is not yet high enough to visibly see them assisting me. They are present, however, and do help me if called upon -- as long as it is a lawful command. It's all done in faith; and since I've experienced this occurring a good number of times now, I, certainly, have enough faith in trusting God and calling upon them!
• The means in which I was testing them (I John 4:1) was this: I would first ask them "Did Jesus Christ come in the flesh?". Basically, If I received a "no" or anything besides a "yes" answer in response -- I would then proceed to evict them.
If I received a "yes" answer, I would then demand "Then declare it!". From here, if they didn't declare Jesus Christ; that is, if they didn't accurately state that He was God in the flesh, born of a virgin, walked this Earth sinless for 33 years, was crucified, was resurrected, and now sits on the right hand of God the Father in Heaven -- I would then proceed to evict them.
The chief reason why it is important to interrogate them is because they disguise themselves (ref. II Corinthians 11:14-15). From my experiences, altogether, in dealing with them, they have taken disguises of: friends, family, co-workers, celebrities, natural forms of people, animals -- basically any form that could deceive you and lull you into a deceived state.
(also, from my experiences, the sheer nature of operating in the dream world leaves one much more susceptible to deception, as it is. It can be all to easy to "fade" in and out of being lucid to being back in a "normal" dream state; where you're kind of in a haze, etc.)
So, back to the dream encounter, I was successful in binding up and casting out, I believe, every foul spirit that was with me in the living room portion of my old house...except for one. After binding up that very last one, like all the others, I went toward it, lifted it up, and proceeded to go out toward the front door.
...yet, oddly enough, the angels didn't get the door for me this time.
Nonetheless, I recall easily managing to open both the door and screen and proceeded to boot this one out; just like the others.
However -- not much long after getting booted out, it came right back in!
And I had even fully shut the front door and locked it! ...but, this being, just as easily as I had opened it, prior, opened it right back up and came back inside the living room (it was as if the dead-bolt lock wasn't ever there; all the evil spirit had to do was, literally, turn the door knob and it opened -- irregardless of that dead-bolt being latched).
As I recall, the devil didn't even really do anything else, after coming back in. No tormenting. No changing into something scary or disgusting. It, merely, went back over into the same general spot I recalled seeing it at in the living room...and proceeded to occupy it, once more.
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That remaining devil, without a doubt, is possessing some kind of legal right to me (basically, unrepented of sin gives an evil spirit the right to continue occupying a person). I contemplated this briefly, upon waking up, and -- in the very process of my thinking this over in my mind -- I had the inner-urging within me to seek out God in prayer, in order for Him to tell me what this is.
So...that's simple enough!
Time to spend some quality time with the Lord, in prayer!
August 8, 2017 (between 5 and 11:30 a.m.)
Been a while since I've recorded an entry; mostly due to dream encounters, here lately, being "shorter" in nature. Also, I've cut out caffeine, entirely, for the past couple of days -- and have noticed a SIGNIFICANT difference in my ability to enter into and maintain lucidity in dreams.
So...no more caffeine!
Here's two shorter entries, in particular:
In one, I was laying on a couch in the living room in my old house when I perceived something like a black, hovering alien droid just behind me on this couch. This probe, I believe, was talking to me about some kind of upcoming alien invasion where such droids/probes would become commonplace.
(...this object also mentioned something more perverse, in probing the inside of a man's anal cavity.)
Afterward, I then found myself laying on my couch in my current house bedroom, as some kind of announcement pertaining to an alien invasion played out on the TV set in my room.
I then tried to call my Mom into my room to tell and warn her.
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In this segment, I was in the backyard of my current house and inside our privacy fence (hedge). Both the inside and outside of this fence contained snakes crawling about -- and some were very huge! Much, much larger than even an anaconda. During most of this encounter, I was not scared of these snakes, but had the Scripture Luke 10:17 recalled to me.
I would command out something like "Get down, in the name of Jesus!" as these giant snakes would then lay completely flat along the ground -- as I would then walk on, or "tread", across them.
Throughout, I noticed that I was quite calm and collected when dealing with them singularly. However, at the end of this dream segment, I was beside the back gate to our fence and noticed a group of three very large snakes grouped outside right by it, looking dead at me.
...I didn't let fear completely overtake me, but my stress/anxiety level did shoot up when confronted with a larger group of them. I still commanded them desist in the name of Jesus -- but this command lacked a measure of the same authority that it had, just prior, due to my increased anxiety.
The lesson, I believe?
Bigger numbers don't matter! Same authority!
August 14, 2017 (before 11 a.m.)
As I recall, it seemed like I was in the middle of this big indoor arena where me and a certain famous pro-wrestler were about to square off with one another...in an arm-wrestling contest.
There was no pro-wrestling ring; but rather, what appeared to be a small black arm-wrestling table was situated between us. Both me and the 6'4, 250+ lb. grappler were seated across from each other, while the two-tiered audience in the arena appeared to be looking directly down upon us.
...now, I was somewhat cognizant during this, and had thought that the notion of me (6'3, 180 lbs.) being able to compete against a steroid-enhanced professional athlete was a tad ridiculous, and humorous. Nonetheless, I recall deciding to let this encounter play out to see what happens.
Our right hands were then locked up with each other -- and the match began!
As I looked across from me, the famous WWE wrestler (wearing a sleeveless shirt) looked to be clearly going very hard; with his eyebrows furrowed, face grit, and body torquing into his right arm -- intent on authoritatively winning the match.
I then calmly looked down over my right arm, which had not even budged.
I was, literally, not struggling, whatsoever, in this arm-wrestling match -- while my opponent couldn't do a thing to move me! I had even decided to toy around some, for the sake of the audience; moving my arm down some...the back some...build some drama, etc.
Shortly after this, though, I thought to myself "I'm just going to slam him and end it!"
Afterward as I recall, the defeated pro-wrestler, in apparent frustration, then walked off into a backstage part of the arena, up some stairs.
The Holy Spirit had defended His title, once again!
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As for the interpretation, I do believe there are multiple things going on here. In part though, I believe this encounter represented how pro-wrestling no longer had an authoritative influence, or "strong hold" on me -- as I was once a very avid fan (had to always catch the shows, read stories online, had childhood dreams of becoming one, etc.).
Pro-wrestlers, like everyone else, need salvation and prayers. Please take the time to life some up, especially if you used to watch them on T.V.
August 20, 2017 (around 3 a.m.)
In this brief encounter, I had found myself lying down on the floor of the living room of my old house wrapped in what seemed to be a pitch-black blanket. None of the lights were on, either.
As I recall, at some point in all of this, there was a struggle in which I perceived a demon spirit was manifest. As I was tossing around some, on the living room floor, I then found myself looking up, upside-down, at the wall right by the front door.
In the barely illuminated nighttime setting of the house, upon the wall was a shrouded, pitch-black shadowy figure of this small (est. less than 3 ft.) alien-looking creature wearily pacing, back-and-forth, as I was commanding it to leave in the name of Jesus Christ. I can't quite recall, verbatim, what I was saying, but I was commanding it to obey.
It clearly didn't want to leave. Still peering up, upside-down, at the wall (as I'm still laying down, with my head tilted back) I can see this shadowy figure try to flee off to the left; toward the other side of the house. In response to my commanding it to leave, it would then shift back over to the right, toward the front door. Finally, as it got right next to the front door -- I commanded God's holy angels to boot it out of my house!
In response, the shadowy figure abruptly cut off from below the waist and disappeared -- with a loud thud sound coming from the other side of the door.
There goes the trash!
Thank you, Lord! Thank you, His holy servants!