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(8) Hell's Doors and The Principalities of Darkness!
I Am Very Close to Jesus and Now Understand What These Words Mean...
Eph 6:12: "For our wrestling is not against flesh and blood, but against the principalities, against the powers, against the world-rulers of this darkness, against the spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places."
These demonic attacks started from the very first day that Twig entered my house. Now, I know that some of you may say it had much to do with Twig and his dabbling into the dark occult long ago but I knew that this wasn't the cause. As I had stated in an earlier Hub, I have always been able to discern the good from the bad, even as a child, NOTHING has changed.
I had a strong, very strong feeling that they were hating me for helping Twig and I knew already that they were the worst of the worst. I almost wondered if it was because the demons had felt that Twig was "one of theirs?" regardless that he was not practicing anything of the occult at the time. He had not been involved in any of this stuff for a very long time! They were mad because he was leaving them and going to Jesus and they hate that!
Idiots & Foolish Fools
I have heard so many comments in regards to this situation; some blaming Twig or even saying that we gave power to these things! All I can tell you is that THE DEVIL IS A LIAR and it is the stupidest thing I have ever heard! They are lies! I was doing nothing but God's work happily skipping along and doing something good for a person that everyone else had rejected in this world not harboring anything nor dwelling on demonic things from long ago or focusing on the devil---GEEEEESH! Many of you are absolute idiots! Even when the truth is spoken you are idiots!
For those of you who think you have the answers--you better think again because you are WRONG and you better go back and get it right--the devil exists and you must see it for what it is. Laugh if you want but when you do not see that he is far more powerful than you or I without the Holy Spirit in you, you are going to have some trouble on down the road.
The fact of the matter is ONLY UNTIL YOU REALIZE THAT THIS WORLD IS NOTHING BUT SPIRITUAL WARFARE DOWN HERE and it is time to give this scripture above great thought and understanding.
THERE IS NO POWER STRONGER THAN THE BLOOD OF JESUS
The only thing that I did know was that these forces had arrived again and I didn't know why but they were very powerful. One comfort, this time around, I was not the only one seeing them. In a twisted way, I was somewhat happy that a real live adult was witnessing it also.
The family that gets scared together stays together? Comedic relief at it's worst..sorry. You must understand one thing about both myself and Twig--we have the strangest-dry-twisted sense of humor known to man. Where most people would be freaking out completely--our freaking out was making jokes--the devil is a wussy anyway--so get over it.
The demonic assaults happened so often that I would look over at Twig and say, "Am I going insane?" Twig would always answer the same answer-with his eyes bulging fearfully, "If insanity is contagious than I guess we have both gone insane."
With that remark, we would awkwardly laugh and try to ignore what we were seeing. Banging-knocking-rustling of papers in rooms-things getting thrown and the worst demonic appearances in my dreams again.
That horrible buzzing vibration from my past experiences was showing up again. It was trying to enter my dreams but as quickly as I would feel it coming around, I would use my command of Jesus and it would go away. One particular dream stays with me strongly. This one scared me and it still does.
I had fallen asleep and I was pleasantly dreaming when I felt and heard the buzzing vibration of that evil, vile vibration that I know from my past. I willingly commanded it to leave in the name of Jesus and went back to dreaming. In the midst of dreaming of this beautiful face, a hand reached up and pulled the face off. Underneath was a demon so incredibly ugly and scary that I screamed. It laughed tauntingly at me and the last words I heard before I woke up, "I tricked you-I can get in."
How? I started to doubt, wondering if the command of Jesus didn't work, my faith faltering badly at times, due to these attacks.
Rule number one is to never-ever-no matter how bad you are being taunted and assaulted by demonic forces...NEVER challenge a demon-even when you do have God with you. I don't challenge and I never will. They have much power, yes God allows these attacks but God also states to not have any communication or confrontation with them; with the exception of commanding them to leave in Jesus's name. Period. End of story so please shut your mouth Twig or you are going to find out. Needless to say, he didn't listen and he got assaulted badly one evening.
Twig was often sad and angry, so I soothed him by reading the Bible on my computer many evenings. He would sit next to me and listen. Often when I began to read God's words, the filthiest words would come out of my mouth by accident. I would stop myself and shockingly say, "Sorry.I can't believe that I just said that."
It happened so often that I finally realized what and who was doing it. He agreed. They apparently hated me reading the Bible to Twig. One specific evening Twig was sitting in his 'usual' chair' next to me and as I read, papers in the corner behind us began to scatter and make noises of shuffling. We both froze for a second and I looked over my shoulder. Nothing was there...not even papers. Okey dokey then..let's move on shall we?
I tapped his leg and said "Ignore." I began to read, stuttering and swearing again and after saying cu** instead of Christ, I stopped and I was completely disgusted.
I tied my long hair into a bun, got up and walked over to the open bathroom sink, bending down I splashed cold water on my face. As I looked up into the mirror there was a long red welt that was scratched down the left side of my neck and it was beginning to burn badly.
"Twig...it just scratched me down my neck hard-I have a huge welt growing on my neck and it's starting to burn."
I was not surprised because twenty years ago, I was scratched down my thigh and a huge red welt was there for days. What I did know from this experience was that this spirit was just as strong and powerful as the one long ago...actually stronger.
Satan's Attacks Scared Us into Heaven!
I headed back over to the desk and I was frightened-I am not going to lie. Who wouldn't be frightened by that? I am human. I patted his leg, trying to reassure him and trying not to show my nervousness, though my legs were shaking. These assaults happened so frequently that Twig started to become mad.
He screamed out, "You think your so bad...You don't scare me," he defiantly yelled into the room, holding this smug grin on his face.I wasn't grinning because he had just challenged this unknown force;the very one that had just gouged my neck. I looked at him, as if a mother scolding her child and before my very eyes a welt ran down the right side of his chin.
I yelled at him in a panicked voice, "You have a welt down your chin Twig! A big red bloody welt! " He took his hand to his face and I noticed blood running down from his short sleeve shirt, it was running from the heart tattoo on his arm.
"What the F!" He screamed, when he felt the blood, tasting it and continuing to rub his arm.
Twig jumped up from his chair, fear drawn on his face and began to scratch. "I am starting to itch really bad." He started to gouge at his legs, his arms, his face with such a force that I started to worry that he was going to hurt himself.
"Twig, get in the shower now!" I ran to the shower and turned the water on full force and hot! "Maybe you had an allergic reaction from something you ate when we were at dinner?" I knew better, a futile attempt to calm him down. Twig was now in quite the state of panic."No, that was hours ago," he screamed back at me, scratching his body with even more fervor.
"Twig just get in the shower and rinse yourself off. If it doesn't stop, I will have to drive you to the hospital...go...go now..." And Twig took off his clothes as if he was on fire and jumped into the shower. I closed the door behind him and walked to the living room.
The Venetian blinds were moving back and forth, slapping each other loudly as if there was a wind in the house blowing them. The door was shut, so the hope for wind wasn't happening brother.
I was startled and began to command this spirit out in the name of Jesus Christ. Over and over and over. I prayed very hard, while Twig was in the shower, unable to hear me...I hoped that he didn't hear me because I think if he would have seen what I was looking at, it would have flung him into a full fledged panic attack--I almost had one.
He came out ten minutes later and said that he was better-the itching anyways. He promised that he would never challenge anything ever again and that he had learned his lesson. He was true to his word because hundreds of attacks after this incident-he never said a word-except the command to leave. I think he learned his lesson.
In the Name of Jesus I Command You to Leave
It was NOT because Twig was bad or he had even invited these demons in by accident. The desecration of my rosary was only the beginning of the assaults--and the original desecration of breaking the ring of beads, smashing it into my car door happened when Twig was not even in the picture. Thank goodness that I had experienced similar assaults years ago because I was fully armed with God this time around and I understood the spiritual world more. They were not going to win, if I had anything to do with it.
When I discovered that my rosary was desecrated with this vile, sexual and lewd assault, Twig told me a story to stop me from crying. He mentioned that he was researching satanic rituals and had gone into a Priest's sanctuary. He was speaking to him at his desk and they left the room briefly and then returned. Upon their arrival back, the Bible on the desk had been shredded page by page, tossed everywhere around the desk. Twig asked the Priest if he was upset that it had ruined his Bible and the Priest said no. "These are only symbols of my beliefs, the Bible. It means nothing to my faith." Twig had consoled me by this story. My Jessie's cross may have been desecrated but it had not ruined my faith-actually it made me believe in God more. For each and every one of these demon attacks, I became even more closer to God and not further away as they wished.
The Blood of Jesus on My Windows and Doors
I would have never thought in my wildest dreams that I would walk around my condo windows and doorways making the sign of the cross with the blood of Jesus, but I did. It felt like it was the best thing to do and I was desperate to make these demons stop. Now I know this all may sound made up and crazy but the truth is more bizarre than any lie that I could conjure up about this world-or spiritual world for that matter. If you passed by me on the street you would never think me to be one of those "street-nutzo's" that you side step on your way to work. I am as normal as the next girl with well...errrrrrr...with the exception of this. (Chuckling out loud at this moment)
I went to my wonderful Walmart store and bought even more of my long candles with Jesus and the Crucifix on them (you can get them in the ethnic food isle)These candles stay lit for days-and I kept them lit for days-as long as the demons allowed them to stay lit, I should add. On one occasion, while Twig and I were sitting on the couch-one of my candles-unlit was thrown off the window shelf and onto the middle of my dining room floor, as well as a picture of Mother Mary that followed after it.
Another time, My Jesus candle which was lit was blown out as it sat burning on my fireplace mantel. Twig and I sat in the dark not wanting to move, watching the white Venetian blinds start to slap and move back and forth again. There were so many assaults that I could go on and on and on and on.
One specific evening I got a knock on my bedroom door that awoke me. "It's me, Twig. I am so sorry to wake you up. I feel like I am five years old again. The curtains are doing it again and I keep hearing growling outside the door. Can you please come out and pray and sleep in the room with me?" Of course I did. I remember well what it was like as a child to be so afraid and have no one to comfort me. Strange and supernatural things continued to happen. I was laying on my bed talking to my best friend Billy when my door was pushed open briskly. I watched it with my very eyes. No one was there. I screamed out for Twig and I heard him yell back from the living room area. "Are the windows open or the sliding door?" "No sorry they are not." Okey dokey then..let's move on.
Why are the demons attacking us?
Why? Why are these demons so angry, almost three months of these attacks and they have not let up? I just couldn't make sense of it...none of it. What was I missing God? I finally had a possible answer after one very horrible assault. I had just finished cleaning the condo, top to bottom, walls, carpets and I was ready to make the last final move with my vehicle and off to Montana. I was on the phone in my bedroom talking for approximately a half hour. I hung up the phone and walked out of my bedroom. The thick stench of fecal matter permeated the air. Twig was sitting in the corner with this terrible look on his face. "What the hell is that smell?" I asked.
"I couldn't make it to the bathroom," Twig replied. "What? You crapped all over my house?" I stared at him, repulsed and in disbelief. "Why didn't you just come to my room and ask to use the bathroom?" I screamed, losing my patience and in shock. "I got these weird cramps and I didn't have time...I dunno what happened...it just...just happened so quickly...I didn't have time..I have never had this happen before..the pain...it just happened so fast"
I flew off into a rage, staring in shock at my carpets that I had just been cleaned. A trail of fecal matter that went from my kitchen-living room-balcony and as I stared in disbelief, I began to gag, fighting back the urge to vomit from the sight. "I just cleaned this f**ing house to get my security deposit back you stupid asshole," I spewed out of my mouth-the very worst things I could ever have said to someone. I was flung into a rage that could have exploded the room. "Go to the balcony and let me get you some towels."
Powerful Demon Manifestations!
I ran, gagging and grabbed my towels. "Here," as I flung the towels at him out on the balcony, trying not to step in the multitude of brown patterns that had now been splashed all over my lovely floors. "Wipe it all off and throw all of your clothes in a bag because I am not f**ing washing them, we are throwing them out! Make sure you wipe your feet before you walk into my bedroom and into the bathroom." When he finally said okay-he was ready to shower, he quickly ran through the rooms, dodging the spots as I noticed more dripping from him. It was also still on his feet! He trampled right onto my clean bedroom floor which enraged me even further. "You got to be kidding. Are you stupid? You still have it all over your feet and you are not even smart enough to wipe them before going in there?" I started to bawl and scream louder at him.
"I am trying to help you and this is how I get f**ing repaid? You do this to me and all over my condo at the last minute? I am never going to get my security back you bastard and now I have to carpet clean again. Why did I even bother helping you? My mouth continued to spew satan's words. (It bothers me to even write this incident because I hate myself for what I said in a fit of stress-anger and attacks) I cried loudly, screaming and rubbing out the mess from my rugs. Gagging and catching myself from vomiting repeatedly. I stood outside when I was finished cleaning up, smoking a cigarette and still very angry. I had never seen anything like this from someone. NEVER!
Twig stepped outside on the porch to join me eventually and again, I started screaming with such a strange hatred, I continued to go off like a madwoman. What stopped me in my tracks? Twig started crying. This huge man who could have kicked my butt if he was a true "abuser" as the justice system wanted to portray, Twig was crying...crying terribly.
"I am so sorry and I am so embarrassed. You have no idea how f**ing embarrassed I am. I can only tell you that I have never done this before. I have never felt those type of pains and they came on so quickly. I couldn't control them. I feel like it was an attack, I do. Something came over me and I couldn't stop it...I am telling you the truth. I will leave right now and you don't have to help me or take me to Montana."
Most people would have said "GO-be gone-get out of my life." Instead, I burst out crying, ashamed at what had just transpired and disgusted with my horrid reaction. In that one prophetic moment, I realized that many, many of the attacks that happened in that house made me get very, very upset with Twig. Unnatural things that happened, bad things that he did by 'accident' when I was away kept happening-he also broke many of my things 'unintentionally, with no explanation but I don't know how it happened-and I would get more angry at him and more wishing that I hadn't even opened my doors to him.
Here was this man crying in front of me and having no explanation for exploding a bowel movement all over my condo, hours before leaving-no explanation except for demonic assaults and you know what? I believed him.
Twig & I are saved by the Blood of Jesus
I realized at that moment that these demons were smart, real smart and they were trying to keep me from taking Twig back to Montana. They were trying to put a wedge between us-They were trying to make me hate him and get rid of him. How I knew this at that moment...I dunno?...I just did.
I stood there in shock. Why was I not able to see this for the past three months? We were both under much pressure and strain due to these daily attacks which had taken their toll on both of us in many ways. All we could do is not give power to what had just happened. I apologized profusely for hurting him and I hugged him. "You are going home to Montana and I am taking you. I am so sorry and I will never talk about it to you again. I promise.
The very same situation happened to me while I was out with a friend in Montana. I was driving when all of a sudden stabbing pains shot through me! Out of nowhere! Massive amounts of pain in my stomach! My bowels were being stabbed repeatedly by nothing that I could see and I had no control of my bowels! They exploded without a warning! The pain excruciating!
Let me just say that I had to run to the ladies room of a restaurant and clean up and I was shaken up thinking of Twig and what had happened to him in Las Vegas. My night was ended after this happened of course but I could not shake the horrible feeling of being physically attacked by this powerful force, just as Twig-the humiliation was immense. God? Why are you allowing this to happen to us?
Our first drive to Montana was to take my condo of furniture up and drop it off. We had no idea that the attacks would get much worse as we closed in on Billings. Why? Why are these spirits trying to keep me from helping Twig? I just don't get it. What am I missing?
Help me God to understand why these demonic forces are attacking us Lord?
I COULD MAKE IT TO THE END....IF I COULD JUST SEE YOUR FACE..by Kimberly & Alberto Rivera.
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Many of you who are reading this may be quite confused by this story. I had written this on the instructions of God for His own perfect will and His own perfect appointed time. It has been seven years that I have been waiting for God to fulfill what He told me that He would fulfill. God does not lie and He always is faithful. Seven years of a walk in this fire with only God to protect me and guide me.
I have numbered the stories by chapters. Start from the beginning and read chapter to chapter and do not skip around or you will miss what God is showing you. It will allow you an understanding, a basic foundation of me, my life, my spiritual experiences with God, the demons and the devil. I pray that God allows you to grasp the full profound spiritual meaning of my story and how this all happened and where it started! This is the first part of my testimony of the Living God, Jesus Christ. It started with a prayer to God and it was activated in the spiritual and manifested in the physical.
Due to many, many things involved in this story, Politics-corruption-Nazi's and of course ...good versus evil...you will see my series in many categories. I am not quite sure where to put them due to so many variants. I will scatter them as if they are leaves on a windy day-hoping that the very lucky will get a chance to view "History in the making" and above all..to witness God's justice...prophetic and a warning to all who have not called upon Jesus as Messiah.
May God bless you!