These past few days have been such a joy for me to share with you all some encouraging moments in my life. Encounters that shaped me into a better woman and strengthened my relationship with the Lord.
I have to be completely honest with you in saying that my encounters with the supernatural didn’t start out all that lovely. In fact I felt like I was pushed into a world of evil pretty quickly. Over time, I learned to ignore the things I saw and physically felt, in a way that they stopped happening to me. It’s been a long time since I have encountered a demon, or felt frightened for that matter.
It’s almost comparable to a bee flying around you. If you start swatting at it, it continues to try and sting you. If you sit very still, unphased, it’s rare you will get stung. You get to the point where you don’t notice, unless you CHOOSE to see.
I felt lead to share with you a few encounters I have had with demonic activity, as to shed some light on this area. For those of you that are reading , if this isnt an area that you are interested in hearing about, just go ahead and click the tiny X. For those of you that are currently , or have experienced contact with a demon, read on. I hope to make you feel a little more normal. If that’s possible reading this blog.
I’ll never forget the first time I saw a demon. I was with my boyfriend at the time in a motorcycle shop. We entered the front door and immediately I felt sick to my stomach. I was 16 at the time, and very aware of the spiritual realm. My skin began to feel clammy and I felt faint. I knew what I was experiencing was the physical feeling of demonic oppression. After enduring this horrible feeling for a few minutes, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I began to hear in the spirit what was going on in the back room of the store.
Prostitutes offering their bodies, drug deals being made and people shooting up in the back. The two teenage guys I was with had no clue what was really happening as they talked with the manager about buying a stereo set. My head began to spin as I fought the urge to puke right there on the floor. Without a word to my boyfriend I walked out of the store.
Standing outside wasn’t much better. Several men approached me even at my young age, saying vulgar things to me. Without caring what they thought of me I closed my eyes. I stood against the front of the brick wall of the store and I cried. The physical feeling was too much for me bare. I began to see as I closed my eyes what the demons looked like that were inside. They were small in stature, but nasty in facial features. Several of them ran in and out of people as their conversations grew more disgusting. They were especially drawn to the men that were sexually impure. They loved them. They ran them.
Within a few minutes the guys I was there with came out. They couldn’t understand why I was so upset, but respected me as I told them what I saw. I never told them all of it, just enough for them to know that I wanted to go home.
For this one I will leave the location out for personal reasons. We had some issues with people that were living beside us. We had some inside information that our neighbors were deeply involved with sexual immorality. This was years ago, when Asher was still very small. In result of our knowledge we didn’t allow Asher to interact with them unless we were present. With him being so young, this was a normalcy, but still a precaution we had to make. We had to be very cautious with these people.
One night I stepped outside after Asher ( our oldest son ) was fast asleep to take the trash out. Suddenly I heard a sound that made me think there was a pack of wolves at our property line. The growls were so loud and the gnashing of teeth made me think they were attacking a smaller animal. I put down the trash and ran back up the steps on the back deck. Once I reached the top I turned on the lights to see what kind of animal it was. The lights flashed upon the same spot where I heard the sounds and I saw nothing. Nothing moved, as the sounds became louder in my ears.
Within seconds I heard another sound. Different from the first. I began hearing swords clang together and shouts arise in my ears. It was as if I was hearing a movie that wasn’t playing on the screen. The screen was completely black as I continued to hear the movie. It never crossed my mind to go inside and get my husband, to see if he heard the same sounds. I just stood there for what seemed like hours listening. It didn’t take me long to ask the Holy Spirit what was happening.
” Rachel, those are your families Angels keeping demons off of your property lines.”
It was all so clear. I was literally hearing spiritual warfare in my back yard.
The sounds never stopped, but it became too much for me to hear. A battle I wasn’t fighting. I wasn’t supposed to fight. I walked inside only to hear our middle daughter, Rhema asking for me.
I went to the side of her bed and sat down.
” Baby, what’s wrong? Why did you call me?”
” Mom. I can hear God’s army in my ears. It’s SO loud and I can’t go back to sleep. They are marching and marching. It’s too loud. Can you pray for me?”
“Then there was war in heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the dragon and his angels. “
“But when the archangel Michael, contending with the devil, was disputing about the body of Moses, he did not presume to pronounce a blasphemous judgment, but said, “The Lord rebuke you.”
“Are they not all ministering spirits sent out to serve for the sake of those who are to inherit salvation?”
1 Peter 5:8
“Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.”
This is a different learning experience. When we are exposed to such evil, it’s hard to see past it. For me, it took months , even years to face the reality that I can see and hear these sorts of things if I so choose. What was even more sobering is that they are real. Battles for our mind, bodies and souls are happening constantly. Seeing all these things , it was easy for me to become negative towards what life has to offer me.
It wasn’t long before I learned that it’s not LIFE that offers me peace, it’s JESUS that offers me peace. My circumstances do not define who I am and how I will feel. His peace is always there in the midst of turmoil.
I am still learning to shut the demonic off, and let the Angelic take hold. THAT’S what we need to be seeing. Those that are for us, and not against us.