I know many believe that because I live right on Prayer Mountain with enormous numbers of angels and constant fervent prayer that warfare is eliminated.
Quite the opposite. Because of the major call on this plot of land, the demons are drawn to the light and therefore we are allowed a good deal of practice in warfare.
I thought you might like to see one such demon and hear my conversations with the Scribe Angel about what it represents and how the Lord suggested we battle this particular large demon.
[The pictures and text are right from my journal of nine years ago.]
JUNE 15, 2008: SUNDAY
A huge red dragon built a nest on a nearby property line. Now it lay wrapped in a ball in the nest – sleeping. It seemed wonderfully content to make a home for itself on land very near Prayer Mountain – an affront to our God.
Demons covered this red dragon as it slept. Within its nest were several DEAD END signs. The dragon was resting on them as though they were eggs to be hatched.
The Scribe Angel appeared. He seemed more concerned with the “eggs” on which the dragon slept than the demon itself. “Many have beaten a path, year after year, down the same highways, leading to the same inconclusive destinations,” he said. “At the end of these roads there are trash heaps and barriers that read: DEAD END.”
“However, after reaching these unsatisfactory destinations they return to the same roads again and again expecting that the very same roads will take them to a fresh, new conclusion. They never will.”
“Mankind gets stuck, running like a hamster around an exercise wheel. But your Father is picking you up and setting you on a new road.”
“This road is not a comfortable one, for there are no protective rails, but it will allow you to cut a new pathway to a new conclusion.”
“God is challenging mankind. But if you refuse the challenge you will continue to face a trash heap and DEAD END signs.”
“Already the roads are in place. The opportunity is before you. Will you renew your mind or seek the comfort of the old?”
The Scribe Angel continued: “You see, Anna, mankind must grow and change to live. Otherwise mankind settles on its lees and slowly begins to die. At first this death seems like comfort, but later they realize they are facing a trash heap and DEAD END signs.”
Your Father is offering you uncomfortableness – newness that assists in the renewing of the mind.”
He seemed to have concluded his comments, so I turned my eyes from the Scribe Angel back to the dragon and the demons crawling all over it. Parts of the DEAD END signs could be seen within the nest which excited the demons.
The demons would lick the exposed parts of the DEAD END signs – as though they were tasty or were torturing them. I have seen large animals that have captured small prey, torture the smaller creature by licking it before killing it.
These DEAD END signs had not been assigned to designated humans as yet – since they were still under the large demon; but the smaller demons were pulling at them to extract them from the heavy weight of the red dragon.
“So,” I thought, “this dragon has hatched DEAD ENDS.” I then realized that the red dragon’s nest was itself the trash heap where the DEAD END signs were hatched.
The old pathways about which the angel spoke were lined with motels; it seems: such as rebellion, anger and hatred, etc. – cheap accommodations for which the traveler pays dear – these were on the road that was well worn, familiar and therefore comforting.
Little does the traveler know that the dump of a nest (filled with DEAD END signs) hides a sleeping dragon that, when awake – will devour the traveler slowly and painfully for eternity.
I thought also, of what Bonnie Jones (Bob Jones’s wife) had seen. She said she saw the dragon going to peoples’ doors and knocking, hoping to be invited in. It seemed surprising that such a huge dragon could have moved in so quickly and felt at home enough to build a nest without our notice. I found that troubling.
“Dear God,” I said aloud, “Help us to repel him.”
Then, I turned to the Scribe Angel; “What is the name of this red dragon?”
“False-fire,” the Scribe said. “It burns with rebellion, anger and hatred – the fuel of the burning flesh.”
“What may we do,” I asked, “to counter this false fire?”
“Obey the Lord,” the Scribe answered. “Be a back-fire that the Lord ignites to stop the on-rush of the inferno.”
“How?” I asked.
“Clean the inside of the cup and bow low,” the Scribe said. “The Lord, the Avenger, the Protector will cover you. He comes to bring you into a deeper walk with Himself. Resist the Lord’s ways and you will open yourself to destroying, fiery arrows from the enemy. Hold to Him and His ways and He will use you to stop the enemy. First learn to stop the enemy attacking you and all over which the Lord has given you authority. Then, He will use you as a back-fire to stop the false-fire burning in others and destroying large portions of His work.”
“Pass the tests to prove yourself ready and able to hold the increased anointing. Stop now and you will fall backward into an ever-swallowing depth, out of which – in ratio to your downward spiral – you may not be able to return to your present light. The climb becomes too steep.”
“Humility,” he added. “Allow Him to be who He is in you. Do not forget obedience, that is, remember who you are through His calling and His sacrifice. Choose this day whom you will serve.”
This is only a small portion of the revelation relating to one of the demons that we’ve battled and the advice given to us on how to deal with it… nine years ago. We will share other material from the journals at a later date.
