The Rest of the Battle

In my previous post, written several months ago, I discussed a battle that went on right next to me, I hesitate to say it was a battle between this thing and MYSELF, as it was quite one sided, I had the ultimate power in the universe fighting this battle for me, all I had to do was pray which is what I was TOLD to do.

Now as to the "message" I was given, I was to die that night. That didn't frighten me, I've been there and I know what to expect. As I was praying, praising God, I felt a pressure on my head, it began pushing me down, as if I was going through my pillow, through my bed, I continued praying, telling God I was ready to go if it was my time, I know I was being pushed out of my body.

Then I though about PB, laying in the bed, he would find my lifeless body the following morning, that part would be sad for sure, but I also had some unfinished business, some financial business, I didn't have a will drawn up, he could potentially be left out in the cold, I told God, if this was His will, I would submit, but if it was possible, I would like enough time to get my earthly affairs in order, then I would gladly go.

I heard the phrase "2 weeks" in my head and the pressure stopped. After that, I continued praying for a while, then went to sleep.

I was not trying to negotiate for more time just to stay alive longer, I truly wanted to get my earthly affairs put together, I had no idea how my demise would happen, but I was ready to go when it did.

I had a talk with my preacher about this, though I was completely at peace about it, I just wanted at least one person to know what was going on, I also needed someone to witness my will, I had another person in mind but wouldn't tell that person until later. I also wanted someone to help PB get through losing me, he would have a great change in his life and would need the help of caring friends to do what needed to be done.

A few days later, I sought the advice of a very connected (to God) Christian, he is very spiritual, I had a long talk with he and his wife, I knew I could get confirmation from him about what happened to me that night, if the confirmation was that I was going to die within the time specified, then so be it, but if the confirmation was in the negative about that, well I would just see what happened.

After much discussion and deep prayer, he and his wife both felt like this wasn't a message from God, but instead a "parting gift" from this evil entity, it was trying to scare me, most people when challenged by death are so afraid of dying that they will try to beg their way out of it, or perhaps it was a way to try to distract me or test my faith. Either way, I have to say that it had just the opposite effect on me, that next two weeks, I walked around on clouds, I was almost ecstatic,  I was going to be with my Jesus, my God, death held no fear for me, I was ready and willing to go.

The 2 week period passed uneventfully, I did get some important things taken care of that I had put off for far too long. That creature has not been back nor do I expect to see it again, but if it should show itself again, I have no doubt about the outcome.

Wretha

The Battle

A couple of nights ago, the shadow thing in the shower area appeared again, but before that happened, I was still up, working on my computer, I was thinking about going to bed, it was around midnight'ish, I usually take my MP3 player to bed with me, I usually listen to a Coast to Coast am downloaded podcast, this night I was "told"

"You need to pray."

It was emphatic yet matter of fact, it was not a request, it was a statement of what I needed to do, I fully believe that came directly from my Lord (the Christian God in case there is any question), I don't argue with that voice. I shut down my computer, I took my MP3 player and stuck it under my pillow, just in case it was a short prayer (grin), but didn't expect to turn it on that night.

I got in bed, turned to face the window that goes into the shower area and began to pray. My prayer started out simple enough, I asked for forgiveness of my sins, I thanked and praised God, then I said "here I am, what am I supposed to do?". I repeated that several times, being quiet and still between queries. That's when I began to see that shadow flitting around in the shower again.

It was the same thing I saw before http://thingsthatgobumpinthenights.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-night-shadow-creature-is-back.html 

 I began telling this thing that I wasn't afraid, and I began quoting Psalms 23, especially the part about "I will fear no evil, for You are with me, Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me",  and I truly had no fear, I began putting on the armor or God, praying the white light of protection around me and pleading the Blood of Jesus around me and against it.

This was a battle, but it felt like quite a one sided battle, it was not a struggle for me at all, I had the protection of my Father, this thing could do no harm, all it could do was leave, and eventually it did.

I have battled spiritual beings before, and it was a struggle, this time there was no struggle, none on my part, I just continued to pray until it was gone. I don't know how long that lasted, it could have been 10 minutes, it could have been an hour, time had no meaning right then.

Then I really went into praising my God, telling Him that He was my God, my Master, my Father, my Protector, I imagined kneeling at the feet of a King, giving my all to Him. That night I felt closer to my God than I have ever felt before.

There was more to the "message" I was given, but that part is private and I don't feel it's necessary to share it now, perhaps in the future I'll be able to, but for now, it was for me to hear.

I haven't seen that shadow creature since then, I have a feeling it's gone for good, but if it isn't, I know what to do. :)

I pray, but they are rarely formal-dry things quoted from memory, they are more like conversations, chats, praises, giving thanks, prayers are mostly started by myself, I think this is the first time a prayer session was "requested" of me like this, I must say, I rather like it :)

Wretha

I'm Still Here!

Although it would seem that I have forgotten about this blog, rest assured that I haven't, I will say that things have and are changing in my life, these are good things, good changes.

Last summer/fall I was baptized at church, I have considered myself a Christian since I was a teenager. The one thing I rebelled against was being baptized, I needed to determine if this was a man made "rule" or if this was something commanded by God. I finally came to the conclusion that this was not an absolute rule that had to be adhered to to get into Heaven, BUT I did determine that it was something that I needed to do, it is an outward show that you have died to your old life and are born again, resurrected to your new, Christian life. When I decided that I wanted to do it, I did it and it was wonderful, my Dad was present, I was the last kid that he had who hadn't been baptized, so I really wanted him there.

I did a lot of praying before my baptism, a lot of it had to do with the spiritual side of my life, the "church" in general tends to frown on the things I do, see and experience, they say it's all demonic, from and of the devil. I don't believe that, but I still want to be obedient to God, so my final prayer as I was going to the baptismal was for God to remove any part of my spiritual life and experience that was not of Him and from Him.

Once I went under the water, I had that thought in my mind, along with the fact that the water was cold. I was worried about what might be removed from me, how much of what I did and experienced would be removed? Once I came up out of the water, I did feel some things draining/lifting from my being, these were very minor things, small things, I have not missed them one little bit, I do not regret my prayer nor the response.  I fully believe that there were some negative spiritual influences around me, call them demons or evil spirits if you want, those are gone now, I pretty much knew they were there but thought I was strong enough to keep them at a distance.

I still see spirits, I see the shadows and movements, I still know things that are going to happen before they happen, I still feel and sense people (living), my healing prayers are stronger than ever (thank you God!), I feel that my prayers are powerful, strong, I am cautious about what I pray for and about, you know the old saying, be careful what you ask for, you may get it, that is such a truism. I am not bragging, this is simply fact.

So for now, I'll break off, I need to go to bed, gotta get up early in the morning, I just wanted to let you know that I'm still here, and better than ever!

A Funny Thing Happened At The Church...

It's been a while since I've written anything here, just didn't have much going on spirit wise, nothing out of the ordinary that is, other than the usual sightings of shadows, movements and such. It seems that my spiritual activity (that includes more than just spirits BTW) seems to come in waves, starting out slow, building up to intense, then slowing down to nearly nothing. I am in the ramping up phase of this newest wave. Oh, I don't try to make it happen or not happen, it just is.

So recently things have began happening again, I have been observing it mostly, I generally don't actively interact with what goes on, I'm pretty content to (mostly) observe. Here is the latest thing to happen, and of all places, it happened in a church. ;)

I went to our local church to talk to the pastor a few days ago, he is a nice man, I like him and feel pretty comfortable with him. Of course I haven't gone into any detail, or even skirted about my spiritual side, many clergy do not understand so I tend to keep that part to myself. Anyhoo, this was the first time I had been inside the church itself, I had been in the other part of the church, where they hold meetings and such, but not inside the main part of the church. During our chat, the sky opened up and it began to pour rain, lightening, thunder, hail, the whole 9 yards. The pastor mentioned that the last big expenditure of the church was to have a new roof put on, it was clear to see that the church has leaked, quite a lot in the past, but he assured me that since the new roof had been put on, not one drop had entered the church.

At the end of our chat, he was walking me out, another person was coming in, this person knew I was leaving and tried 3 times to give me his umbrella. I politely turned it down as we were walking toward the door, then I stopped, right in the center of the church, there is a big cupola with windows overhead. I stopped and looked straight up, the pastor asked me if I had just been hit with a drip of water, I replied "No, I'm waiting for it to start...", right then we both turned around toward the pulpit, there was water pouring in on top of the pulpit! The pastor was surprised but sprang into action, that was something he had dealt with on a regular basis before the new roof.  Once everything was safely out of the path of the water, and a trash can placed under the torrent, we again started walking out of the church.

The other person who had come in still insisted that I take his umbrella, it was still pouring very hard, I would have gotten drenched before I could have entered my car, again I said no, that it would stop raining in a few minutes, at least long enough for me to get to my car. No sooner than I said that, the rain began to slack off, and in a minute or so, the rain had all but stopped. That was my cue to leave.

I wonder now that the pastor has had time to digest everything that happened in the church, what he thinks of me? Understand that I wasn't doing anything unusual for me, and I wasn't trying to do this, it just happened and I reacted as I would any other time, I wasn't putting on a "show" for the pastor, I wasn't trying to test his reaction. I will say that I have been to ladies meetings led by his wife, and I have been around his wife at other times, she tells me that she likes it when I am around, I have a calming spirit (her words).  So if the pastor tells his wife about what happened in the church, I hope she still has the same feelings about me, I'll know next time I see them. :)

Oh, I almost forgot, we prayed at the beginning and at the end of our chat, he prayed out loud, I prayed silently as is my custom, I had my hands on the small table between us, at each prayer my hands tingled like crazy, this is something that happens all of the time now, any time I pray, any time I am sending out healing energy, or blessings, my hands immediately tingle, I often feel as if there is an energy ball, about the size of a basketball between my hands, this has become the norm, I usually look for it to happen, this time it happened spontaneously, I wasn't expecting it, I wasn't not expecting it either (I know, bad English, get over it, grin), perhaps I was not expecting it because I was praying with a member of the clergy one on one, and this was the first time those two things happened at the same time in many MANY years. I wondered, during the prayer, if he had opened his eyes, would he have seen anything on or near my hands?