The Dalai Lama came to Pasadena and then to UC Irvine, and I was there to hand out materials to people both days. The Buddhist monks walked counter-clockwise around the building in Pasadena. Who says the Dalai Lama is not demonic? Buddhism is highly demonic. The Buddhist monks were not walking counter-clockwise for exercise but for spiritual (demonic) powers to be unleashed on the people and on the city.
Here are the public school kids in CA at UC Irvine taking our booklets of quotes from the Founding Fathers and Presidents after hearing the Dalai Lama. The powerful quotes from our past Presidents (teaching of simple faith in the Bible and a moral God) combated the postmodern Buddhism they encountered from the Dalai Lama. The students began by standing under prayer flags to enter the building, and they left set free from those demonic prayer flags as they were reminded to "Go to the Scriptures..." by past American Presidents.
I am posting this again to show the power of the demonic realm and how that power is subjugated through the Holy Spirit by Jesus. Satan in his rebellion took one third of the angels with him, and this host of fallen angels has been given powers. We are in a very real spiritual battle. This excerpt cuts to the main point of my essay; the full essay explains the evangelism I had been doing prior to this happening. It was just a morning like any other, except for how we had come against demonic spirits of Buddhism the night prior. As the Buddhists monks were walking counter clockwise while the Dalai Lama spoke to public school kids in CA, we prayed that the public school students at UC Irvine would be confused by his teaching and open to the materials distributed to them afterwards. I had a big bag full of booklets of quotes from the founding fathers and past presidents of America, all lauding God, Jesus and faith in the Bible. After the students left the Dalai Lama, they were receptive to our books and sat there on the lawn at UC Irvine reading the books until they boarded the bus. Some of the public school teachers said, "They can't read this. It is about the Bible." I responded, "These are quotes from American history. They can read the quotes." God used it, and this happened to me the following morning.Written in 2004:
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...My home number is a private number, and I don’t give it out. The only people that have my home number are people of character. The number below is my cell. I have never had a crank call since I have lived in this apartment, which has been over two years now. Never, that is, until yesterday morning. I sent out that email to all of you about fasting and praying, and it went out to about 500 Christians. Many of you were praying on Friday as we were there on campus spreading the Gospel. Well, evidently the devil was upset. I got a phone call which woke me up on my home phone yesterday morning at 5. I said, “Hello.” A man said, “Hey, Baby.” I said, “Who is this?” He said, “You know who this is.” I said more emphatically, “Who is this?” He said, “You know who this is.” I hung up. I went back to bed and thought, Oh, well, that was just the wrong number. That is no big deal. The caller ID said the number was a private number, so there was no identification as to who it could have been. I didn’t recognize the voice, so I just dismissed the notion of it being anybody I knew and went back to bed and really thought nothing of it.
I went back to sleep and had this horrible dream. I never have bad dreams, ever, so this was very unusual. This was a dream about someone beating on conga drums with incense in the air and some older woman with gray hair chanting and saying prayers, looking up through the smoke. Someone had died, and they were doing voodoo. It was very, very weird and scary. I remember it all very vividly as I am writing this. I normally never have any recollection of a dream. I usually sleep very peacefully. I woke up from the dream without any alarm clock right after 6. I thought, Well, I am really glad to be out of that dream! I guess I have been spending too much time at Venice Beach! That was a really horrible dream. Whew!
I saw the clock and thought, I need to get up now, but I will just stay in bed for about 5 more minutes. I was fully awake, but I had my eyes closed. As I laid there in bed with my eyes closed, I heard someone walking in my room. It sounded just like someone was walking in my room. It was like they were walking in, and they were next to me in bed. I was lying there, and I just knew, or had a sense, that someone or something was in my room. I rolled over and faced the other side of my bed where it seemed the entity had positioned itself and pointed my finger straight out at it and said, “JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJesus!” It was so powerful that I had to try with all of my might to say the name of Jesus. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I couldn’t even say the name of Jesus at first. Once I was released to say it, though, I yelled it! I pointed my finger all around my room and yelled, “Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!” sitting up in bed. I turned around beside me to face the entity in my bed and said very emphatically, “In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, get out! In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, leave!”
I got up immediately and got out my Bible on audio cassette. I chose the tape of the book of Revelation and pushed “play” just as fast as I could. So I stood there in my night gown in the middle of my room looking all around in the air while the Scripture was being proclaimed for all of the principalities to hear. I had recently bought a very pretty Oneida glass cross right after my grandfather passed away. I was keeping the crystal cross beside a picture of him on the table. I grabbed that cross, and I held it up in the air in front of me and said, “In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, you can not have me. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, you can not have me.”
I paused and stood there still with the cross in front of me while the Scripture was filling up the room on audio cassette. I said very calmly, “You’ve shown me you’re not happy with me. Well, in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, second Person of the Trinity, (I cringed my teeth and yelled) I AM NOT DONE YET! And you leave me alone. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth.”
The Bible was still playing, and I put the cross down. I sat down on my couch and started to cry. I have never felt so afraid in my whole entire life. I was crying just like a little girl on her Father’s lap praying, “Lord, this is so scary, please keep me safe. I am so scared. That was so powerful. That phone call was so scary, and then the dream, and then hearing someone walking in my room. Please give me the strength to do Your will.” I got up and thought to myself, I have never missed Tennessee so much.
I felt this strange desire, out of the blue, to sing. I thought, I can’t sing. I don’t have any time to sing after what I have just experienced! Besides, I have got to keep this Bible playing so that demon won’t come back! I started to do some bookkeeping as the Bible continued to play. I still felt this strange desire to sing. As I finished with my receipts, I started to think about that phone call earlier that woke me up and how the guy on the other end said, ‘You know who this is,” and I started to cry again. I was still very afraid.
I prayed, “Oh Lord, please help me. I am so scared. Please keep me safe. Satan is out to get me…” As I prayed, I continued to feel this strange desire to sing. Finally, I thought to myself, Maybe the Lord wants me to sing. So I stopped crying and said, “Ok, Lord. I will sing.” So, after about two hours since the encounter, I finally turned off the Bible cassettes.
I turned on an accompaniment tape for the song “My Savior First Of All.” As the introduction started with piano and strings, I got down on my knees, in the same room where the entity had been, beside the same bed, and lifted up my hands to heaven. I started to sing, “When my life’s work has ended and I cross the swelling tide,” and I became totally overwhelmed by the presence of the Holy Spirit. I couldn’t sing. I could only barely whisper the lyrics as I cried tears of thanksgiving and love for Him. I was totally and completely at peace in His presence in the arms of my Father. I said, “Oh, thank you, Lord. You knew I was scared, and You knew I was troubled, and You cared enough about me to urge me to sing, because You wanted to show me Your power, so I wouldn’t be afraid anymore.” I said, “That spirit did overpower me this morning, but You are overpowering me more. And I know now that I am ok. You wanted to show me Your power, and You cared enough to prompt me to get me still before You in worship, so You could send Your spirit down on me here in this room.”
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...My home number is a private number, and I don’t give it out. The only people that have my home number are people of character. The number below is my cell. I have never had a crank call since I have lived in this apartment, which has been over two years now. Never, that is, until yesterday morning. I sent out that email to all of you about fasting and praying, and it went out to about 500 Christians. Many of you were praying on Friday as we were there on campus spreading the Gospel. Well, evidently the devil was upset. I got a phone call which woke me up on my home phone yesterday morning at 5. I said, “Hello.” A man said, “Hey, Baby.” I said, “Who is this?” He said, “You know who this is.” I said more emphatically, “Who is this?” He said, “You know who this is.” I hung up. I went back to bed and thought, Oh, well, that was just the wrong number. That is no big deal. The caller ID said the number was a private number, so there was no identification as to who it could have been. I didn’t recognize the voice, so I just dismissed the notion of it being anybody I knew and went back to bed and really thought nothing of it.
I went back to sleep and had this horrible dream. I never have bad dreams, ever, so this was very unusual. This was a dream about someone beating on conga drums with incense in the air and some older woman with gray hair chanting and saying prayers, looking up through the smoke. Someone had died, and they were doing voodoo. It was very, very weird and scary. I remember it all very vividly as I am writing this. I normally never have any recollection of a dream. I usually sleep very peacefully. I woke up from the dream without any alarm clock right after 6. I thought, Well, I am really glad to be out of that dream! I guess I have been spending too much time at Venice Beach! That was a really horrible dream. Whew!
I saw the clock and thought, I need to get up now, but I will just stay in bed for about 5 more minutes. I was fully awake, but I had my eyes closed. As I laid there in bed with my eyes closed, I heard someone walking in my room. It sounded just like someone was walking in my room. It was like they were walking in, and they were next to me in bed. I was lying there, and I just knew, or had a sense, that someone or something was in my room. I rolled over and faced the other side of my bed where it seemed the entity had positioned itself and pointed my finger straight out at it and said, “JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJesus!” It was so powerful that I had to try with all of my might to say the name of Jesus. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I couldn’t even say the name of Jesus at first. Once I was released to say it, though, I yelled it! I pointed my finger all around my room and yelled, “Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!” sitting up in bed. I turned around beside me to face the entity in my bed and said very emphatically, “In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, get out! In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, leave!”
I got up immediately and got out my Bible on audio cassette. I chose the tape of the book of Revelation and pushed “play” just as fast as I could. So I stood there in my night gown in the middle of my room looking all around in the air while the Scripture was being proclaimed for all of the principalities to hear. I had recently bought a very pretty Oneida glass cross right after my grandfather passed away. I was keeping the crystal cross beside a picture of him on the table. I grabbed that cross, and I held it up in the air in front of me and said, “In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, you can not have me. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, you can not have me.”
I paused and stood there still with the cross in front of me while the Scripture was filling up the room on audio cassette. I said very calmly, “You’ve shown me you’re not happy with me. Well, in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, second Person of the Trinity, (I cringed my teeth and yelled) I AM NOT DONE YET! And you leave me alone. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth.”
The Bible was still playing, and I put the cross down. I sat down on my couch and started to cry. I have never felt so afraid in my whole entire life. I was crying just like a little girl on her Father’s lap praying, “Lord, this is so scary, please keep me safe. I am so scared. That was so powerful. That phone call was so scary, and then the dream, and then hearing someone walking in my room. Please give me the strength to do Your will.” I got up and thought to myself, I have never missed Tennessee so much.
I felt this strange desire, out of the blue, to sing. I thought, I can’t sing. I don’t have any time to sing after what I have just experienced! Besides, I have got to keep this Bible playing so that demon won’t come back! I started to do some bookkeeping as the Bible continued to play. I still felt this strange desire to sing. As I finished with my receipts, I started to think about that phone call earlier that woke me up and how the guy on the other end said, ‘You know who this is,” and I started to cry again. I was still very afraid.
I prayed, “Oh Lord, please help me. I am so scared. Please keep me safe. Satan is out to get me…” As I prayed, I continued to feel this strange desire to sing. Finally, I thought to myself, Maybe the Lord wants me to sing. So I stopped crying and said, “Ok, Lord. I will sing.” So, after about two hours since the encounter, I finally turned off the Bible cassettes.
I turned on an accompaniment tape for the song “My Savior First Of All.” As the introduction started with piano and strings, I got down on my knees, in the same room where the entity had been, beside the same bed, and lifted up my hands to heaven. I started to sing, “When my life’s work has ended and I cross the swelling tide,” and I became totally overwhelmed by the presence of the Holy Spirit. I couldn’t sing. I could only barely whisper the lyrics as I cried tears of thanksgiving and love for Him. I was totally and completely at peace in His presence in the arms of my Father. I said, “Oh, thank you, Lord. You knew I was scared, and You knew I was troubled, and You cared enough about me to urge me to sing, because You wanted to show me Your power, so I wouldn’t be afraid anymore.” I said, “That spirit did overpower me this morning, but You are overpowering me more. And I know now that I am ok. You wanted to show me Your power, and You cared enough to prompt me to get me still before You in worship, so You could send Your spirit down on me here in this room.”
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