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Re: Spiritual Attacks
« Reply #13 on: October 25, 2018, 02:03:58 pm »



Wow, I'M DUMBFOUNDED BY THINGS THAT HAPPENED TO YOU!  This is sooo amazing! Especially for people like me who come from communist countries in which the very mention of god was punishable...we were not allowed to go to churches for decades (the ones who still went to church were the elderly like my grandmother, people who weren't the members of comunist party, like us - we were poorer less achieved, less respected, always marginalized for this), and my first encounter with god was through my grandmother, on the other hand she was and orthodox christian who believed in icons, kissing them, keeping saints as holidays (called in serbian as celebrating " slava" feasts with lots and lots of pork, lamb meat and various dishes-meals in quantities enough to feed the army), but I remember, I must have been 7 years old (I could read) when I was in church with her (some Easter or Christmas) and saw words carved in the stone: Whoever believe in me shall never die...it stuck with me ever since...afterwards, awkward enough, I had a friend Yehova's witness who took me into the bible studies, but our ways somehow parted and I got into partying, drinking, going places in my 20's....Even got into spiritualism, meditation, creative visualization, Silva method...never did any drugs (except canabis sativa)....never had any dramatic supernatural encounter except several situations when God more than obvious saved me (when I was 5, I fell from the second story in a house in Antwerpen when I visited my aunt, and went without a scrach, ... and many more of my childhood situations of me being saved in miraculous ways. Then nothing untill one day...

]I finally got a chance to watch this, I was reminded of two stories.

The first has to do with the charismatic movement.  My husband and I distinguish between charismatic as in those who believe the gifts are still present and active and the charismatic movement by calling them the charismaniacs....just so you know that we do find a difference between them.  Well, anyway, one of our friends was in the charismaniac movement and they were "teaching" her how to pray in tongues....it was that "teaching" that resulted in her being demon possessed.  The gift of tongues, if given my God has some very specific "rules", "conditions", "restrictions" not sure what word to put there and if it does NOT follow these biblical guidelines it is wise to beware.

The other story this video reminded me of involved a teen girl that I often took to Campus Life meetings.  If you don't know what those are, they were basically bible study/youth groups way back when.  One night I took her to the meeting and on the way home we were talking about God.  It so happened that God had been laying on her heart that she needed to destroy all her old records after coming to Christ and she didn't want to do so.  As we were talking, we made it back to the house.  Now to set the stage for what I am about to tell you, it was a rather cold night so all the car windows were up.  It was dark and we were in the driveway of a country home so no lights other than the moon and stars.  We decided to stay in the car and talk because there were people still up in the house.  As we talked (I knew nothing about it till she told the story later)  she became so angry that she pulled a knife from her pocket and tried to stab me with it.  That is when she told that a force like that of a hand held her arm until she was ready to put the knife down and listen to what God was trying to tell her.  It is easy to get frightened when facing things like demons, but we are safe when we yielded completely to Him.

to finish that story, she did burn the records but they did not burn as they should have, in fact, she had a great deal of trouble getting them to burn at all.
How I admire your life and draw strength from your sharing.  I can't imagine and yet I can through friends I know who have endure governments like you describe here.  Thanks for sharing, you are an inspiration.
Actually, I wanted to tell you that you are an inspiration to me...the final thing that happened to me, I still didn't part with ways of the heathen...I was studying for my exams (my second return to the university, I already had a 2 years old son), my son was staying with my mother's and I was alone in a flat, I stayed up late (or should I say early, right about before the sun-rise, what can I say, I'm a night person as far as studying is concerned), and I was too tired to continue, it was still dark outside, so I decided to go to bed. But, suprisingly, I decided to go to my father's room (he died a couple of years before) and lied down in his bed. When he died, they had put him there before the coroners took. him. To this day I don't know why I did that...or if that is of any concern to the following story...perhaps I was just so tired to go to my room ...I never slept there since he had died...

Anyway, I was so tired I fell asleep immediately even before hitting the pillow, last thing that was in my mind is the look of the room right before I closed my eyes, the curtains were drawn, and street lights and rare trafic (in the dead of the night) could be seen flickering through the wrinkles of the curtain in the black of the night...all of the sudden...(while I was hmm...sleeping) I saw brightness as the daylight all around me, light bathed the whole room, everything  was lit, and i could see the same wrinkles on the curtain but completely lit with a bright light...I was surprised and said to myself (in my dream): "How can it be it dawned so soon, immediately?!"...at that moment I felt something got my anckles and started to lift me up with my feet up, to my utter terror in a second I saw whole room, the same wrinkles on the curtains upside down...and soon a scream, so terrible, so out of this world, so cold and tearing, broke into my whole body and mind and all around me...this pitch I've never heard before and I sincerely hope i will never hear it again - I was helpless and completely terrified, and this high-pitched scream (out of this world) got louder and overwhelming...Completely frozen of terror, I realized i was about to lose my life for something not of this world, and at that moment I realized just one thing...this is the end...and just said to myself, "ok, my earthly life is about to be terminated", and as soon as I realized it is the end, I felt some peace went through my heart right before I uttered: " Lord Jesus, take my soul, I give it to you to you because it belongs to you, I don't care what happens to me, just know that you are in my heart and that my everything belongs to you"...I tried to continue with a basic prayer but I didn't know it by heart ("...give us our daily bread...") so I continued to improvize ...and as soon as I continued talking to Jesus, I realized the scream got less loud, and that something started to lower me down...soon I was back on the bed, looking at the same wrinkles on the curtain, it was a bright morning, everything was the same as before just not upside down...my eyes were opened and I still could hear the high pitched (the same intensity and note aaaaallll the time) just it was getting less and less loud...I got up like hipnotized looking at the window curtain...listening to a fading scream...looked like it came out of my scull, out of the back of my scull and from the inside to be exact. Than I looked at the clock, and realized it has only past some 25 minutes since I went to bed (it was complete dark)
 ...I was petrified...for some 20 minutes i was trying to get back to myself and waited to be at least 5.30h to call my mother...then, so I did, I asked her to come over...I thought I was losing my mind...As soon as I phoned her, I was sooo tired, I decided in a "good" orthodox tradition to light a candle while waiting for her to come (she lived just a block away, takes her 10 minutes to arrive), but I had none others but "slava" candle with a paper flower rapped around its base, it was only 1/3 of the candle left, so I didn't take the paper fluffy flower off (I was soo disturbed to say the least) lit it, and lay back on the bed resolved to wait for my mother...next thing I remembered is heavy smoke all around me, and my mother yelling telling me to get up and get out of the room. Apparently, I fell asleep, a heavy sleep, it took her some less then 10 minutes to arrive, she had a key luckily, she opened a door and saw the candle, the paper, the table cloth, and the paint of the door next to that table burning, room was filled with heavy black smoke, and I was sound asleep...to this day I can't find any earthly reasonable explanation of what happened to me, but as soon as Yah touched my heart it came back to my mind as vividly as the day it happened...it all happened in 2000 (summer/autumn I think), I only in 2016. I found my saviour and since then I'm trying my best to walk in Yah's statutes and to hear my shepherd's voice wherever and whenever.
Sorry for the length of my story, I actually never shared this like this, nobody know this apart from my ex husband an closest friends...and my  (now late) mother obviously...
« Last Edit: October 25, 2018, 02:19:44 pm by katarina.todorovic »

 

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