On the morning of November 13th, my wife had a dream. I have grown accustomed to this, as my dear wife has dreamed many an insightful dream over the years and sometimes these turn out to be predictive of future events. Ever since she was a child, she has been gifted with enhanced intuitive abilities and a special awareness of the spirit world. For those who think there is no Biblical foundation for extra-sensory perception and that all such things are of the Devil, I would argue that they are conflating witchcraft and necromancy with the visionary gift of the Holy Spirit. Whether or not the Holy Spirit inspired my wife’s dream, we both understand these are gifts from the Lord, to be used for the purposes of the Lord, not as mediumship or fortune-telling and certainly not for profit. In addition to the prophets of the Bible like Ezekiel, Daniel, Isaiah, John, etc. it is said in the Book of Joel:
And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions…
For a week leading up to November 13th, my wife kept telling me she had a strong sense that something terrible was about to take place. I remember we were in the movie theater watching Spectre, the latest James Bond installment, when she was first overcome with this feeling of dread. She heard a voice say, “In a few days.” As it turned out, November 13th was the night of the deadly terrorist attacks in Paris, which ISIS has since claimed credit for. That was not what her dream was about however. Earlier that morning while I was away at work, she had a dream that our family moved back to California:
It did not occur to her immediately that the house we moved into was my childhood home in the East Bay. She described the wood paneling and dark green carpeting throughout (our house was built in 1972). Interestingly, my wife never saw the inside of my home and plus, my parents had remodeled most of it in the eighties and nineties and by the time I had even met my wife, that paneling and carpeting was long gone. She described it as somewhat dark inside. In the dream, I had ventured off somewhere and she was alone with our daughter. She went outside and it was then that she recognized where she was. She described a very old, partially uprooted tree in the front yard.
When she went back inside, she felt a presence there with her. She began to hear a dark, evil voice coming from the hallway saying, “Come with me.” In the dream, my wife became afraid and felt that she had to be strong because I was not home. She looked across the room and observed a notebook, with a pen writing something all on its own. When she approached the notebook, she grabbed the pen out of mid air and thought that if she tried to communicate with “it” the activity might calm down. She said to this presence, “That’s really nice, that looks really good, good job.” When she looked to see what was written in the notebook though, it was just a series of scrawled out X’s.
At that point, everything started shaking and rattling. My wife realized it was an earthquake and instinctively went to cover our daughter with her body, to shield her. Taking advantage of her vulnerable position, the entity started slapping and beating her repeatedly across her back. The shaking became more intense and violent. On the television someone confirmed there was an earthquake in the Bay Area and urged people to take cover. Eventually the shaking stopped. Car alarms were going off and she heard neighbors talking outside. She grabbed our daughter and went outside again. The tree in the front yard had been uprooted even more. A woman approached her and told her it was a 6.7 magnitude quake and that one of the bridges had collapsed into the water (by comparison, the Loma Prieta quake of 1989 was a 7.1 magnitude quake and caused a great deal of damage, including a portion of the upper deck of the Bay Bridge collapsing).
She didn’t feel comfortable outside, so she went back inside. While watching the news, she heard the evil voice again say, “Come with me. Come here. Come to me.” She looked at our daughter and decided then that she needed to leave. She looked over again and saw the notebook with the pen writing on its own. When she looked, it had written “F— you!” and “F— off!” over and over. While the entity kept talking and moving around her, she snatched up our daughter and whatever things she could and fled the house.
Is my wife’s dream predicting a 6.7 magnitude quake in the Bay Area? Not necessarily. What is significant is the fact that as my wife was at home having this nightmare, I was at work listening to a series of sermons entitled The Enemies We Face from the late minister Derek Prince on my iPod. In response to my questions about the Catholic Church, Steve Quayle urged me to look up Derek Prince’s YouTube channel and watch the videos there. I had been extracting the audio from the videos and listening to them while working. It just so happens that in the Enemies series, Prince discusses the angel Lucifer, who rebels against God to become Satan the adversary. One of the key things I learned from this sermon was the fact that the kingdom of Satan has an organization. Just as all the angels had specific duties and assignments under God, so too do the fallen angels under Satan. In other words, like angels in service of the Lord, the fallen angels are also charged with rulership over a specific region, nation, ethnic group, person, etc. upon the Earth.
If you recall in my post This Is A Call (Part One), I discussed the ritualistic way in which I prepared for my late-night, drug-induced writing and recording sessions. These sessions took place in my bedroom, in the same house my wife visited in her dream. During some of these sessions, I performed automatic writing with a notebook and pen, where I would attempt to connect with my own subconscious and allow it to write, theoretically without the hindrance of my conscious mind. At one time, I had a notebook full of scrawled out, mostly nonsensical messages. I would also frequently crank up my music while high (I had a 50-disc changer, set to randomize), work myself into a trance-like state and pace in circles around a coffee table in the center of my room. Setting the CD changer to random ensured that my experience would be unpredictable, and allowed for chance to enter into the formula. The music would guide me through a euphoric mind trip, with each song evoking different thoughts, emotions and insights. I did not fully understand what I was dabbling with; I was actually allowing unseen forces to “program” my CD changer for me, often with bizarre results. Sometimes music would play that I knew was not in the changer; sometimes unidentifiable voices would come through the speakers. At times I felt as though I had glimpsed some hidden knowledge about the workings of the universe, but other times I ended up crumpled on the floor, at the mercy of my own delusions. I think my biggest delusion was that God was at the helm. Until my bad trip, I took these ups and downs in stride. The vocation came with risks. When the time came for my parents to sell their home and for me to move out, I joked that I had created a vortex around my coffee table and that it would probably still be there for the next owners.
Nearly twenty years later, I am beginning to consider the possibility that something far more sinister was at work in my life, after hearing my wife’s dream. I was certainly stirring up a lot of energy during those late-night sessions. Could it be that I unknowingly opened a portal and attracted a demon to myself? By 1998, I was on a downward spiral. I was reeling from heartbreak, I battled depression, drug addiction and probably a host other mental disorders that went undiagnosed. Soon, I was abandoning any sense of moral integrity and sought after casual sex, which only damaged my self-esteem further. Of course, I carried all of this dysfunction into my marriage and it’s no wonder I nearly wrecked the greatest thing God has ever blessed me with- a family of my own- a faithful wife and an adoring daughter.
Demons are not fallen angels and that is important to note. And I understand there is considerable debate about this, but I believe they are the disembodied spirits of the Nephilim– the giant offspring of the fallen angels who seduced and mated with human women [Genesis 6:4]. Their hybrid DNA was passed down from generation to generation. Did all who inherited Nephilim blood become demonized upon death? If so, the spirit realm would be full of demonic spirits who never perished in the Great Flood and survive to this day, seeking habitation in vulnerable human beings.
If the fallen angels have certain principalities on the Earth, as Derek Prince explains, then perhaps demons can also attach themselves to certain regions, objects, people, etc. As Steve Quayle explained to me, demons are the “worker bees” and fall under the authority of Satanic principalities. Perhaps my “rituals” caused one or more to take up habitation in my soul, where they have exerted their influence ever since. Perhaps a demon was already hanging around my family, my home, my street or my city. As my wife will attest, I started crying as she recalled her dream and I came to this understanding. Had I actually become possessed at some level, going back to my years as a young adult living in my parent’s home? Unbeknownst to me, Derek Prince was a deliverance minister, meaning, his area of specialty was the casting out of demons in the name of Jesus Christ. Here I was listening to him speak on this very subject. I believe the reason my wife was being attacked in her dream is because I was simultaneously becoming aware of the demonic influence over me, thanks to the ministry of Derek Prince. The demon began to realize it would soon be exposed and was fighting back, assaulting that which was most precious to me. It has now become a serious consideration: do I need deliverance to ultimately be free of this influence? Do I need to close off the vortex which I opened long ago?
As it happens, this past week has been especially testing for our family. We were already facing a tight week financially with my daughter’s birthday and Thanksgiving on the way, then our car was hit and went into the shop for a week. I had to miss a shift at work. I was forced to borrow money from my folks to get our car repaired. Being without a vehicle meant no escapes from the apartment for my wife. No date night. I had to walk back and forth to work, just as the freezing weather began settling in. I had to blow more money on cab fare. Our ISP refused to make arrangements with us on our past due bill. While I was away one evening, an unknown person came to our apartment pounding on the front door in a menacing manner, frightening my wife. Later, the back massager went out, which is something my wife relies heavily on to tame the terrible leg pains she gets with her Multiple Sclerosis. She’s also been suffering through a sinus infection, without money to buy silver or an antibiotic. Then to top it off, a couple days ago, I was served with legal papers threatening wage garnishment over unpaid hospital bills!
While I have been learning, through the ministry of Derek Prince and also Pastor John Kyle, another deliverance minister here in Montana, the adversary has been busy trying to demoralize us. I have noticed that whenever I grow closer to God, the powers of darkness exert more force against me. Many Christians will attest that upon being baptized, Satan doubles down on his attacks. Why? Because his ultimate goal is to divert people from worshiping the Lord- especially those called to do great works in His service.
I fear that those without Christ in their lives are also vulnerable at this time. Just this year alone, I have witnessed several people close to me have complete breakdowns. Over the summer, a friend and co-worker flew into a drunken rage and assaulted his family with a shotgun, putting his wife and daughter in the hospital. He was normally a very jovial character, but a week prior to this incident he confessed to me that he did not really believe in God. I instantly felt as though he was under spiritual attack. He is now sitting in jail and his wife has filed for divorce and custody of their children. Several weeks ago, our neighbor, distraught over a failed romance, attempted suicide by swallowing a bottle of pills. This was another shocker. Then again, just last week, another co-worker, fueled by his drunken anger, punched holes in the walls of his home. The next day he left work early, distraught and sobbing. This is how I know that many will be torn down in these last days, and the faithful will be tested like never before.
On the surface these incidents appear to be merely symptoms of alcoholism or depression, which are very real conditions, but we cannot ignore the reality that there is a spiritual element involved- an attachment that is treacherous and bent on our destruction. As Pastor John Kyle explained, in a recent interview on The Hagmann & Hagmann Report, “If your eyes were open, you would see swirling masses of demonic entities and fallen angels and people with various forms and shapes of things attached to their bodies.” In his experience as a deliverance minister, he describes most people as having more than one demonic attachment.
For he said unto him, Come out of the man, thou unclean spirit. And he asked him, What is thy name? And he answered, saying, My name is Legion: for we are many.
[Mark 5: 8-9]
Throughout the Gospels, we observe Jesus casting out demons. In the above example from the Gospel of Mark, a tortured man was possessed by many demons. He lived in the mountains amongst tombs where the Bible says he would cry out day and night and cut himself with stones. In the brief period of time that Jesus conducted his ministry, he encountered many demon-possessed persons. If that was the scenario in Jesus’ time, how much more prevalent must the problem of demon-possession be today? I think it is obvious that we are facing a global epidemic. To be blunt, I often feel like I am surrounded by zombies. And I do not say that to be cruel, or insinuate that all mental illness is caused by demon possession, but for the most part, people are not sane. Their lives are in turmoil, with misery, loss, confusion, pain and despair ruling their days and nights. How can anyone believe that our society is progressing, when it is clearly in decay? I have lived in two separate towns over the past eight years, and in each I have observed some alarming trends. As parents of a young child, my wife and I have always sought to find neighborhood playmates for our daughter. In the process of associating with other parents and their kids, I have noticed that almost all homes are broken. Either the parents were never married to begin with and one or the other has skipped out, or they are divorced. Kids are raised around multiple boyfriends and girlfriends. They are raised around violence, crime, alcohol and drugs. Their homes are filthy to the point of being obscene. Children can barely speak, they grunt and scream and cry. They are pacified with SpongeBob, Doritos and Mountain Dew. Families are emotionally and spiritually stunted. Adults go about acting like children and children act like animals; it all seems quite hopeless. Maybe you have observed this as well.
With each generation it seems, we fall further from God and our disordered lives reflect that detachment. How many people are under the rulership of Satanic principalities? Is a demonic entity charged with wrangling the people of your community away from the Lord? What do we do? The obvious answer is to pray, but do we have faith that Jesus can help us? When the disciples ask Jesus why they were not able to cast out the demon who possessed a young man, Jesus says that certain demons are only expelled through prayer and fasting [Mark 9:28-29]. The disciples lacked faith. Fasting subdues the flesh, in order that we might grow in spirit and faith, giving us the courage to confront the demonic force. Then, do not pray for the Lord to take the demons away, but, using the authority granted unto you, cast them out in the name of Jesus Christ.