It was the third day, since I had the encounter, with the possessed woman. I knew this was it. It was going to end. But, how, where and when?
I woke up and remained in my pj’s all day long feeling defeated and utterly helpless, to fight against the demonic presence which has been infiltrating my life for two days. What sort of oppression was it? Why couldn’t I overcome this?
Anger and a short fuse was my life, as of late, and I had enough of it!
See, when the Bible says, Put on the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness, then I completely understand what it means. When you begin to worship the Lord, everything fades away. Demons must flee. They have no choice!
This new person I was becoming, was not me. I finally picked up the phone and called my prayer warrior to come and assist me.
Jittery and anxious I waited, knowing what was going to happen and fully welcoming it.
I opened the door to my mom, who came in, with a smile upon her face. We began talking of the day of the encounter, at the store. Pinning things down and how the enemy has really thrown an arrow at me, it was easy to see his motive.
I used to tell my Aunt, “The devil must really hate us if he’s messing with us like this.” She would respond with a flicker of a optimistic fighter. “The feeling is mutual.”
I told my mom, “I can’t do this anymore. I’m moody, I can’t sleep for long, and I…I…”
“Let’s just pray and rid this.” My face was one of concern and failure. “Why couldn’t I get rid of this?”
She laid her hands upon me and immediately I felt something come over me. Something more powerful than what the enemy left behind, with me. I felt strength return and a warrior spirit within rise up. I heard the words of a commander, a fighter, a mighty Christian, commanding this oppression to flee, in Jesus mighty name.
At that moment, it was like watching the television, because I could see a vision of this mass, like a black cloud, fleeing, from over me, and disappear, from my home.
When I opened my eyes, from her prayer, I felt free and light! Complete and whole! I felt delivered!
It makes me think of what those people, in the Bible days, saw when they were around Jesus. The healings and the deliverances, from possession and evil spirits. What was it that they saw and felt?
If this makes you curious at all, go to Authonomy.com and put the name “Angelica” in the search bar. Fall into the loving arms of Jesus and follow Him, to the cross and to the grave.
Those of you reading this blog, be watchful. I wanna hear your thoughts. Anything, just give it to me. Blessings to all, until next time, of another paranormal, or demonic encounter.