This battle had been so long and intense that one of our prayer warriors finally buckled and withdrew from the company of those of us in prayer. Nothing, it seemed, could persuade our friend to stand. As he buckled, he left the area. He confided that for him, he wanted his life to be simpler and gentler, living the type of Christian life that did not make him such a target of the enemy.
We began to realize that the “testings” were to not only cleanse the land but also to confirm those who were called to be here.
Although we were sad to lose him, we understood. Like seeing a fallen comrade on the field of battle, your heart goes out to your fellow prayer warrior but there is no condemnation – only sorrow that all of those who were called at first would not be together to celebrate the Lord’s final victory.
BUT THE DEMONS REJOICED
When the enemy pulls one of God’s children off course [let us hope it is only for a time] the demons celebrate. That happened in this battle. By hindering one of God’s children, their glee was frenetic.
JULY 11, 2008: FRIDAY
Laughing demons were flying around, stopping now and then to rub up against each other – like animals that might put their scent on a tree.
You know, I have never seen demons actually be happy. These were overjoyed – delirious. They were celebrating, it seemed – but manically, feverishly, insanely. Yes, insanely, is the best way to describe their actions and the frenzy with which they persisted. They were taunting me; exulting in their celebration and – according to their attitude – rejoicing at the expense of God’s children.
Suddenly a huge angel – as black as night – with clothing that billowed out from his body – (tattered, ragged, as though the garment had not been cleaned nor changed in thousands of years) –
came screaming into the midst of the celebrating demons. He had color on his head, tail and cloak.
The sound he made was blood-curdling and cut through everything. It made me recoil.
The demons scattered like roaches scurrying away from light.
This demonic angel flew around dragging his filthy garment through the air – screaming, screaming, screaming. Oh Lord, it was dreadful.
“Father,” I said, “in the name of Jesus, I ask that You rebuke this emissary from Hell.”
“Punish him for daring to cross Your sacred land. Torment him for taunting your children and return him to his place of darkness away from this beacon of light – this place that You have established for Yourself. You have claimed this place. Pursue him. Drive Your arrows into him. Literally bring him to ruin. I ask this in Jesus name.”
The large demon began to look like it was being pushed or thrust in the midsection by a rail – for time and time again, something invisible was ramming into his stomach, so that as he was punched backward, his legs came flying out in front of him as he received the blows. His arms, also swung to the front of his body and his face looked as though he had received the type of blow that – if so be he was human – would have knocked the breath out of him.
Again and again he received these bows – until he turned suddenly from facing the blows to trying to escape them.
He screamed in pain as he went.
“Oh Lord,” I said, “thank You for helping us.”
JULY 14, 2008: MONDAY
I could see faces looking down from above – watching. I believe that it was the great cloud of witnesses. The angels, also, were standing, watching us.
“Lord,” I said, “help us to know Your ways. Lead us in Your path. Open all doors to Your understanding. Give us your heart in all of this.”
“Also, Lord, would You be so kind as to take up, again, the building of the fortress that will surround (what would be the guest house and the ministry location)?”
The Lord answered: “Work will resume today on that fortress.”
JULY 15, 2008: TUESDAY
Work has resumed on the fortress around the ministry house and what would eventually be the guest house. It seems as though the Lord has assigned additional workers for the labor is moving ahead at record speed.
The Lord, also, assigned more guards to protect the workers.
RELICS OF THE BATTLE
Have you seen stranded tanks rusting beside the road in war footage: relics left behind of old forgotten battles? The same phenomena exist in spiritual warfare, much to my amazement.
Buzzards circled within the dirty vortex – as if there were dead carcasses on the ground and crows perched in the bare trees near the top of Prayer Mountain. These are the same trees where the huge black cocoons are hanging.
Something is gestating within those cocoons. The cry of the crows is almost like a demonic lullaby – as though the crows are nurses watching over the cocoons. Very strange. They guard and train – even while the “what-ever-they-are” inside the cocoons are developing. The whole thing is eerie.
THE FINAL OUTCOME
This spiritual battle was long and fierce. There were many wounded and many victories won. However, the dark sacks hanging in the trees were a
constant reminder of unfinished business – the final blow had not been struck. Without constant prayer, at any time those gloomy sacks could open, letting out God – knows – what.
