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.

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.

But about a week later, it happened again except this time I saw the creature running around and around my house like it was looking for a way in. I could have excused it away as another dream or bad lasagna except for one thing: The cat on my bed started growling and the cat outside started clawing to get in. That made me wonder, if the animals sensed it, something about it was real.

And then one morning going to work I had a fit of road rage. Someone got right on my bumper with their lights shining into my mirrors. They followed me like that until I changed lanes (which I couldn’t do before because of all the traffic). Once they passed me, I got really angry and began tailgating them. I did this for several miles and then I kind of came to myself. That was completely out of character for me. Road rage was something I had worked on and overcame several years earlier. Where had that come from?

So I got to asking myself questions: What did this series of events mean? Were they related? And this is what came to my mind: Lately I’d been spending some time on a pagan website, visiting at their forum. I’d been having some talks with one of them about Christianity that were getting rather heated. He did not like Christians and talked about all the things that were wrong with the Christian religion. And he was correct on some points, there has been much damage done over the years in the name of all religions, Christianity included. While I could not dispute his claims, I did my best to explain what true Christianity is supposed to be, and all I could say to him was that I was much better at living it than explaining it.

So how are these two events related? This is what I think: I said I was good at living the Christian life. That creature was something sinister, a spiritual being. It was running around my house looking for a way in. He was looking for something wrong in my Christian life that would allow him in to attack, a chink in my armor, an opening in my wall of protection. He looked friendly, like a familiar cartoon character from my childhood, but actually, he was the wolf in the Red Riding Hood story, seeking to destroy me. Although the conversation I was having with the young man had the outward appearance of a friendly exchange, in actuality it was anything but friendly. His attacks against me were so violent; the other pagans had to intervene. I then examined my motives, why was I visiting their forum? And I won’t go into the reasons, but I will say they were all self-serving. I was clearly in the wrong because I was out for me.

Because my motives were wrong, because I was out for what I could get from the relationship, the negative spirits I had been associating with had attached themselves to me. What you give your attention to is what you become. I had been spending more time with the pagans than with my God and in so doing, had opened a door for the enemy to come in.

I quickly corrected the situation by stopping the visits to that website and asking God to forgive me for my wrong motives. The cartoon creature has not returned.