That stuff ain’t real. That would never happen to me. Words I would live to regret. Being careless cost me my security. Being young wreckless, untouchable, fearless. I had some pretty wild and crazy friends. Even ones that would curse God in laughable moments of sin. Yeah, it was all fun and games until it happened in my house. I thought, well I believe in God and that was enough. Sucks to be me with my ignorant hypothesis. Man, my house was a revolving door, always had a lot of people in & out friends, family, neighbors, kids. Heck, I was the kool-aid mom. Anyways, I don’t know who had the piggy backer, but it all started one morning at 5:45AM.
I was laying in bed, my husband had already left for work and my girls were asleep in their room. I awakened by the sound of voices, cupboards opening, closing. The blinds on the sliding glass window fluttering. As I lifted my head and turned towards the door, I saw a tall dark figure standing in the doorway. Of course, I was startled, but couldn’t move. It was like an electric charge run through my body and paralyzed me. While I was laying there terrorized, it started to move towards me and positioned itself over me, pressing, the weight was pushing the air out of my body. I couldn’t speak. My words were not able to form. My airways were thinning. I was praying in my head, I couldn’t understand why this was not going away, until it was done tormenting me. From that day forward, this went on every morning @5:15 & 5:45AM that time in between dark & light, when you can see, but barely. It always started with noise inside the house. Random talking, moving about. On this one day in particuler, I decided to go to war with it and start fighting back. As this dark force (entity) come over pressing against me, releasing my air, my fear turned into anger and my words started forming and with everything I had I let out the loudest prayer and it fought back, it pinned me down even harder and with the most disturbing disembodied voice, spoke to me in Latin. Now, I don’t know what it said and at the time I didn’t care. But, it was so disembodied you couldn’t even understand it even if you wanted to. I know it vibrated my whole body. I felt those words more then I understood them.
Anyways, after it yelled at me, it left.
Now, by this time I had tried everything. A friend of mine brought me holy water to bless the house. My pastor come over. you name it, I tried it. On another day in particular that stood out was when I realized that my fears were disappearing when it tried to make a move towards my daughters room. I felt my fear coming back, but it did not stop me from running right through it straight to my girls. It was standing in between me & my daughters and I did not hesitate to run straight through it. If it was going to try and stop me, it was going to have a hell of a time.
Nothing was going to stand in between us. I mean, I can bore you with all the petty incidents. Like, I would be on the phone and there would be a third conversation in the background. And the other person on the line would be like, “did you hear that?”
it become normal. Unfortunatly, nobody wanted to call me anymore, little freaked out. Friends would spend the night and wake up with a fat lip or say the couch moved with them on it. Hear things, see things, blah, blah, blah. Let’s just say, it was an active environment. Lol
So, there is an epic ending to this story, or else I wouldn’t be telling it. The victory was found deep down inside me. From the top of my head to the pits of my stomach, I fought this paralization with a reversed action. I allowed the Holy Spirit to take over my entire body, through the power of authority; my words become louder. It growled and rumbled. I remained steadfast through prayer, never seesing or wavering, praying through my affliction. No doubt. My mind become focused on the conquer, no longer the flee. My fight stronger with every strike against me. As I began to weaken, all of the sudden it became bright, the light become strong. So bright even when I closed my eyes I could still see it. Then a young man appeared. His skin looked like it was kissed by the sun. His hair short golden brown loks. He was wearing what looked like a potato sak with a rope tied around his waist, his boots were knee high leather, lace up. He had a dog by his side (yes a dog) Don’t know why. But, the dog was at attention and it was the most fierce dog I had ever seen. Jet black, what I would come to know as a Masstiff. As I was in the fight of my life, this young man pulled out a golden dagger (super shiny) with a ruby stone in the center and raised it over me to strike. At the time, everything happened so fast it looked like he was ready to stab me. When I closed my eyes I still saw him, there was no escaping this. I bear down. And as he moved over me I realized he was striking the darkness above me. And in an instant flash, the weight was lifted, the air came back and light filled the room.
I believe he was my guardian angel sent to rescue me. I no longer fear darkness, dark forces or demons. I know I have authority over them, through the power of Christ, whom comforts me.
I later researched what I saw, the only thing I come up with was Spanish conquistadors used to have Massiff warrior dogs that stayed by their side during battles. So that’s my story, believe it or not.
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