Plantation Dream

As my anniversary approached, my husband and I discussed our plans. I wanted to go to a plantation home famous for its paranormal activity. My husband didn’t really like the idea. He said we shouldn’t be fooling with that kind of stuff. But he gave in and said if that was what I really wanted he would go.

Then I had a dream. In the dream, we were at the plantation home and something was in the cellar. I wouldn’t go down there but he did. And whatever was down there attached itself to him. When he came up out of the cellar, he wasn’t the same man. Lots of really bad things happened after that and I won’t go into the entire dream. But I will say this: When I woke up, I changed my mind. We won’t be going there.

Demon Leave

One night I was asleep when something awoke me. It felt like something had entered the room. Something bad, something demonic. Then that something reached out and touched my foot. I threw the covers over my head and hid.

Then I thought, “Wait a minute. Jesus said he gave me authority over all the enemy’s power, why am I afraid? This is my body, my house, and my property.” I stood up and commanded, “Get out of here in Jesus name! Out of my house and off my property! There’s some heathens down the road, go there. You don’t belong here!”

And it was gone in an instant.

Just A Thought

A very dear friend had talked of leaving her husband for years. I always encouraged her to stay and work it out, saying “Divorce is not an option”. But year after year, almost since the first year of marriage, she spoke of divorce. It seemed they never worked anything out but were trapped in that act/react cycle so many married people encounter.

After not hearing from her for several months, I called her. She was at her husband’s office balancing his bank statement, something he had put off so long it had become an almost impossible task. His procrastination had long been one of her complaints. My friend was usually the kindest, most caring person I’d ever met, but that day she was very short toward me as we talked. I wondered what I had done.

It was not a conversation I cared to linger in, so I hung up quickly. I thought about the conversation for several days, and the way she had treated me. Finally, I thought, “If it’s that bad, why don’t you just leave”? That kind of surprised me as I’ve never been an advocate of divorce. But what was really weird was that after seventeen years of marriage, within just a few weeks she did!!!

The Wrong Spirit

One summer I was off work. Every morning I’d read my Bible and pray for at least an hour. Something kind of weird happened one morning, I felt something come over me, something very sexual, like there was a spirit trying to have sex with me. Since I was praying very hard and reading the Bible, I assumed it was the Holy Spirit that is mentioned in the Bible.

But somehow it just didn’t seem right. I hadn’t been a Christian very long and had a lot to learn. For one thing, I’m married, and it felt like I was cheating on my husband. That didn’t line up with what I’d read from the Bible. I didn’t give in to it and instead decided to “try the spirits” like the Bible says.

It happened several more times and never felt right, so I resisted whatever was trying to have sex with me. I kept reading and asking God to show me if this was from Him. One night at church I got my answer. Another lady from the church was talking to me, and she mentioned a succubus spirit. Now I don’t remember the exact details of our conversation, but as soon as she said it I knew that was the answer to what had been happening to me.

I got on the Internet and did some research. Actually, a succubus spirit is a female spirit that attempts to seduce a man. The male counterpart is called an incubus. In ancient lore, they came to their victims while they were sleeping. After that, it was very easy to know what to do. I commanded that spirit to leave me in Jesus name.

Several years have passed, and I hadn’t thought anymore about it until last week. Another lady from the church mentioned someone she had counseled with who claimed to have sex with the Holy Spirit and actually climaxed during the encounter. This woman was on anti-depressants and also saw herself drowning her children in the bathtub. Whoever or whatever she was having relations with, it wasn’t healthy. I told my story about the incubus spirit. I hope it helps that woman before she hurts someone.

He Snarled At Me

My uncle died a slow lingering death from cancer. Near the end of his life, the family gathered around him. My mother asked if she could pray with him, and he agreed so we all left the room. No one knows what transpired or exactly what was said. My uncle was a good man, but not a professing Christian. What he and my mother discussed was never repeated.

As the disease progressed, we took turns sitting with him. My turn came, and I was alone with him. He was unconscious, in a coma probably. As I prepared to pray for him, I placed my hand on his chest. When I did, he snarled at me. That’s the only way I can explain it, a snarl like an angry, cornered animal. It made me jump, but I kept my hand there and prayed. His lips remained in that position even though he made no more sounds. His face did not relax until his wife walked into the room. He died shortly after.

I have no idea what this means, but it just seems weird to me.