An Attack from a Prince of Satan and His Servant

[flyingsquirrel]

This is a 4 parter...sorry about the length...

Dreamed this Aug 17 2006
...the dream started with a story of a typical middle class woman who had 3 daughters about age 12. She though herself blessed of God because she thought she couldn't have children. Yet, she refused to follow the Lord, refused to seek Him, because she it was more important to her to do whatever she wanted to. Because she rebelled againist God, she had no protection againist demoniac attacks. Two male demons attacked one of the daughters and made her ill, and the daughter wasted away and died. The woman had no knowledge of the spiritual realm, and she blamed God for her daughter's death. The Holy Spirit said, "This is how they blame God."

I was standing in a forest where none of trees had any leaves. The sky was blue, and it was a warm, sunny day. The two demons approached me. They looked human. One was handsome, dressed black prince-like clothes, and the other looked a man dressed like a commoner from the 1700's. One of them told me that the handsome one was one of the many princes of Satan, for he had many sons. The other demon was his man servant. The prince of Satan demostrated his power. He attempted to touch a tree, and it withered and died. He raised his hand, and the sky was covered with darkness. The moon retreated from the Earth till it was so far away it almost appeared to disappear. I started to feel cold. The moon resisted the prince of Satan, and returned to it's assigned place. The coldness went away. The demons were frustrated by this, so they showed me some of the work they had done. I was shown desert town somewhere in ancient Egypt. Everyone in the town had been slaughtered, and most of them were children. A man-made canal nearby was flowing very high and fast with bright red blood. There was absolute silence.

I was in my room in the house I grew up in and I could feel the presence of these demons. I ran downstairs yelling out for GOD crying, 'Father!' over and over but, it was 'Abba!' that got results. The demons didn't disappear but, my fear diminished. I ran back upstairs and faced them face to face.

The Holy Spirit was giving me advice as I faced down these demons with scripture and praise to God. The made horrible loud sounds when I would talk but, the Spirit kept telling to keep going. I woke. In my mind and heart I kept quoting scripture and praising God. This kind of oppression lifted off me and I felt more and more joyful.

[ebonheart_2]

Atleast it had a happy ending it seems; maybe you got ride of a couple of demons, yippee.