January 8, 2017
As I recall, I was outside of my old house and near the end of the carport 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 discernible 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.
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'd begin by crouching in front of one, opening my mouth and extending my jaw well past its natural limits; in effect, willing myself to project rows of fanged teeth in my mouth. From here, I proceeded to viciously rip one's flesh: starting 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, as well; in punt-crushing their skulls in 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. So 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 increasingly weary of the fight. Yet seemingly, I knew that the moment that I ceased attacking, I was going to be the one attacked, in return.
Again, 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 that lesson was:
Only God can bring about lasting peace. And 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).
Therefore, not only was I fighting these imp-like demons with my own power and spirit – 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.
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