Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when the dark is rising?
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Aye... it's the early morning. And I'm quite sure most of you know I never blog in the early morning... unless I stay up all the way. Hah! So yeah, I definitely have a reason for waking up so early though. Hmmm... okay, I think I'll cut straight to the point. I was attacked by a spirit this morning.
Yups! Quite a freaky experience 'cause although I've experienced deliverance a few times, seen a spirit once, I've only been attacked by one before this. Casting out spirits is one thing, and seeing them's another, but fighting them off? I think I was a little rusty on that one. The last time I had a spirit attack me was during Zoe's incident, and it freaking choked me at night. I was paralyzed for a while and couldn't breathe, but I was wide awake once I knew what's going on wasn't a dream nor a health problem! I quickly prayed, and thank God my mouth could still function, because once I began praying I was able to move and breathe again. Not easy when you're out of breath from a choking spirit.
But yeah, that was last time. This morning I was sleeping peacefully, and having my usual nightmares again. I don't quite remember the dream but I know I wasn't falling off a building as usual. Then suddenly I heard a knock on my door. I'm very sensitive to the sound of door-knocks when it's early morning because it only means one thing: I'm late for school -_-. But today I had no school, and I told my dad that the night before. So who was knocking at this insane hour of around 6am? I ignored it because logic would say it wasn't my dad. Then there was a second knock. Oookay, now this was a little annoying already so I opened my eyes a slit to look at the space below my door. THERE WAS NO SHADOW! I was still very tired so I thought maybe my eyes were playing tricks. But when the third knock sounded I knew I wasn't hallucinating. There was still no shadow under the door while my eyes were open.
Okay crap, I didn't really know what to do so I closed my eyes and went back to sleep. So much for that, because the knocks started becoming more repetitive and louder. Around the third knock, that's when things started getting scary. When the third knock sounded, I felt something creep up my feet. At the fourth knock I felt this weird presence up to my knees. And because the knocks were getting louder and faster, by the seventh knock I felt this thing up to my chest. I didn't want to let this freaking thing reach my head but it was too late because the eighth knock sounded and my whole body was pressed. I didn't count the knocks anymore but they continued, and with each progressive knock, I'd feel this force pressing heavier and heavier on me. Stupid of me to wait so long, but only then did I begin to pray.
Spirit gone like usual right? NO! Damn this freaking spirit because my mouth couldn't move! My whole body was pressed by this weird spirit, but I could still breathe properly. It's just this presence of the spirit was really, really uncomfortable. The knocks still persisting, I tried with all my might to move but I couldn't. I began to pray in my head then, seriously panicking because I've never been in a situation where I couldn't pray before. When I was choked I couldn't breathe but could still pray! Now I could breathe but what's the use when you can't pray?!
I prayed in my head for a few seconds before I willed up the strength to open my mouth again, which was no problem this time. *Whew* But when I began to speak in tongues, I realized I couldn't. -.-! Dammit! My mouth was open but the insides weren't "working"! AYE. I furiously began speaking in tongues as though my mouth worked anyway, and although I made weird sounds, I found that I regained more control of my mouth as time progressed. After close to a minute of this struggle I finally began YELLING in tongues 'cause I was freaked out. Immediately I felt this presence start to falter and the knocks stopped suddenly. THANK GOD.
I kept praying and praying, and somewhere without me intending it, I spoke out loud after speaking in tongues to bind it and cast it out. Immediately the presence was gone and although I didn't realize it at first, I found out my right hand was pointing... and somewhere inside me I had a feeling I was pointing at where the spirit was as I casted it out.
Gee... what an experience. For my Christian friends, I think I'll end this post with a fitting Bible verse.
Ephesians 6:12 (coincidentally, this happens to be the first Bible verse I ever read)