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There seems to be a convergence of Catholic prophetic voices with regard to the times we find ourselves in – both with regard to the state of the world, and the state of the church.  One of these prophetic voices is Mark Mallett, a Catholic evangelist in western Canada, whose own blog has been ‘sounding an alarm’ for some time now.

As I am now a regular follower of his writings, I kind of marvel at the timing and convergence of the sharing of my ‘satanic’ experiences (especially the one I will share today and the new series –  The State of Chaos – that will commence with my next posting)  and Mark’s latest publishings.  Of interest particularly is a recent webcast entitled We Were Warned  (11 minutes).

After you take a well-spent eleven minutes to watch the above video, you will appreciate the following dream I experienced on November 8, 2008.  To it, I add another dream from January 29, 2009 which includes a message from the late Pope, Pope John Paul II.  The experiences I share today will prime us for the unfolding of several perhaps prophetic dream experiences that may in all seriousness have to do with the future of the church and the world.  This series will be called “The State of Chaos” and its ushering in will end the series we are in – The Face of Satan – though these two series are most likely, in fact, different pictures of the same face.  Read with me:

SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 2008

The Bastion at Glenveagh Castle by PhotographersDirect.com

 Dreamt I was an undercover operative in a major battle (the spiritual one!).  It had to do with the King (Jesus) and a plot against his life.  Those of us who were good and on the King’s side were noticing that our memories weren’t quite as good.  One older man/soldier came up to me in the King’s castle (the church) and said he couldn’t remember things so well.

Another of the soldiers in the battle, who sat to my left, said he knew how the evil people were doing it – affecting us who were truly in the King’s service.  I saw a plate of food prepared by the staff in the King’s castle.  These were supposed to be good and on our side, but in fact they were hidden traitors (freemasons in the church?).  They were on the side of evil and in our midst in the King’s castle.  As I saw this plate of food being prepared for us, the soldier to my left said it was the meals we would eat/be fed/are eating as part of the King’s knights/soldiers.  He referred to what the evil ‘disguised-as-good’ staff were doing as “Lucky Number Slevin” (which is a recently released movie – plot available on Wikipedia).

After he told me this information I realized OH My God(!) – we are being very, very, very slowly and subtly poisoned through the food that whoever prepares the King’s food for the soldiers is – for us, his knights (let me state here emphatically that I do not refer to our current Pope, Pope Benedict, but rather perhaps darker hidden evil forces encamped around him).  I realized the horror of this – that those who were actually kitchen staff/chefs in our own camp of the King were traitors for the evil side and worked against us in this very covert way.  I left the area to go warn the others in my camp.

I went to tell someone in particular who I knew I could trust, but as I did, I was overheard by a woman character in the dream that I thought I could trust (an oriental lady named Sharon).  I realized she was a spy and was spying on us in this King’s camp/side/battle/castle.  She ran to tell the leader of the evil side that I had discovered this poisoning circumstance and then every effort was made to try and stop me from delivering my message.  I was speaking to my Father at some point here.

I ran to my camp to tell them what I had ‘seen’/discovered and as I came into my castle/camp of the King, it changed to the house of my maternal grandmother (realized the symbolism as I was typing this – Mary?).  I saw the good knights and servants of the King in the dining room – we were advancing/preparing for battle against the enemy coming against us – Russians – who were in the living room (didn’t Mark address this very thing in the above video?).  Just as the clash was going to occur in the open meeting area between the dining and living room (church vs world?) I managed to stop the battle (I wish!).  With my voice and witness I somehow enabled both sides to sit down and listen to me and what I knew.

We ended up sitting in a circle of chairs and couches etc. in the living area.  The Russians were mostly to my right and the King’s camp was to my left and I began to exhort them to peace and to recognize the truth that was this:  I said:

Our enemy is not each other!  We battle against forces unseen!  They are hideous and they are very strong!  It is against them in which we must unite!  Our fight is against them – not each other!!!”

Then I told the room of Satan and his demons that I have seen in my dreams (and now you, my readers have seen them too!) and I asked those in the room – particularly the Russians:

Have you not, even one of you, also seen these evil unseen demons that I speak of and know I speak the truth?!!!”

Then a young man on the Russian side, I believe, who said he was a video game designer of ‘Cosmos’ (don’t ask me why), said he had seen one of the demons coming up a hillside and all of a sudden it revealed its’ face to him and it was ‘lava’ (don’t ask me why) – a face of fire and lava.

Then I told him of the satanic creatures I have seen in my dreams – evil demons like giant monsters with scaly skin like lizards and a gigantic set of jaws sharper and stronger than sharks that gnash and clamp with great sharpness and strength, their victims…

Then it occurred to me to invoke the protection of the Precious Blood of Jesus over us all – Russians included, in order to protect us from the evil agents of the real battle – Satan and his demons.  I began to do this as I saw a demon or demons in the air just outside the door of the living room at the front of the house – a door created somehow (by God?)  As I started to say this invocation in prayer, however, God’s spirit came on me and in me and filled me in a most overpowering way and levitated me again.  I spoke God’s words levitated thus – very loudly and powerfully – in front of all gathered, including the Russians, but I don’t remember what I spoke (perhaps this is a good time to remind you of a long message from God already published on this site).

Then to my left I saw a lady stand up as a witness (is it me, another of the prophetic voices of this time or all of us?).  She stood in this circle of people and was one in the King’s camp of people.  She related such a heartfelt story of truth and love!  I forget details, but it had to do with someone she loved dying of cancer (the human race!) and being saved and redeemed (by Jesus of course!).  Her story was quite compelling.  I turned to my right and saw a young, bearded Russian that I thought still wasn’t softening his heart at her witness and I started to exhort again that he take the girl’s witness very seriously, and then I saw him start to cry and he said he had already listened to her and taken her seriously and he said:

 She has softened my heart.”

And then I think it was his character in the dream (the Russian) who said he had had his own vision and I saw it as he described it (or it may have been mine as this third party negotiator/mitigator).  The scene shown next was this:

In advance I saw the head evil agent/man of Satan who was the Chief/Head on the evil side.  I saw him come up against the King’s castle/camp to try to fulfill the intended evil plan to kill the King and his followers (Christians), but his plan did not succeed.  He was seen coming and as he tried to ascend the walls of the fortress (castle), particularly at the Bastion window, he was pushed back – out a window – by the King’s army and he fell to his death on the ground far below and his dead body was seen in advance in this vision and it was broken in a most disfiguring way.  He looked like the actor Jeff Bridges.  He lay on his back as I looked down on him.  Both his legs were broken and twisted at very unnatural angles and he lay in blood, brokenness and death and most of all – defeat!!!

As this ‘advance’ vision was being related in the dream I was witnessing it as a third party and watched the scene unfold myself first-hand.  Then as I lay looking at the dead body of the Head of the evil side a very strange thing happened and this was the most disconcerting moment of the entire dream:  I then saw the body lying in a doorway.  As I looked at his dead body lying thus, all of a sudden the dead body sat up and looked straight at me and Satan in (!) the body said to me, directly, looking right at me, speaking in the most sarcastic, sneering and derisive tone (verbatim):

YOU saw it all before it happened, didn’t you?!”  (N.B.  I emphasize the ‘you’ and ‘didn’t you’ because these words, in particular, spoken by Satan, were said in a particularly sneering, slow emphasized way!)

I awoke with a most disconcerted, alarmed start and recorded the above immediately.

I leave the discernment of my unusual dreams to others far more knowledgeable than I.  As I have said many times before, I do not understand why I am experiencing many of the things I am.  However, I have done what I thought I should and in fact have been advised to do by my spiritual director in speaking about them and sharing them publicly. 

And now I share with you the short dream which features a message from the late Pope John Paul II.  I believe these two dreams fit together to paint a very clear warning:

THURSDAY, JANUARY 29, 2009

I had a short dream which woke me.  I was in a room or building of some sort.  I saw a scene in front of me from a hidden vantage point (I was like an undercover operative).  I saw in front of me two men sitting in a white oval bathtub half full of water.  Facing me the man on the left was white and naked and was also an undercover operative present on the scene (on my/the good side), while I was hidden.  He sat in the water and looked up at me as he knew I was like a silent camera who could see this.  Beside him in the tub sat a man who I believe was clothed and looked black/dark (the one on the left was white, the one on the right as I faced them both, was dark).  The dark man did not look up.  I did not see his face and he did not know we both (the white man in the tub and I) knew who he was and had him completely under our observation.

The white man then performed a signal/sign while looking up at me.  He raised both his arms out to the side as if on a cross and performed a slight shrug that indicated a redundant question (like it was the obvious truth).  The question/statement that was silently communicated to me regarding the dark man he sat next to was this:

Is he not the murderer?”

Then Pope John Paul II distinctly spoke the following exhortation sentence verbatim, which ended the dream (though I did not see him I knew it was him that spoke these words):

“YOUR SUNDAY VIGIL SHOULD NOT FALL!”

I have to say at this point that, as a new Catholic, I did not know the meaning of Sunday Vigil.  One of my directors advises that the vigil mass refers to the Saturday evening mass for Sunday.  Always a vigil mass speaks of the night before or sometimes we call it the mass of anticipation for Sunday.

Our former Pope’s message from this dream is clear – we are not to allow the fall of this Mass in the coming days – days which indeed may be a divinely permitted State of Chaos.  This coming series on this website will be the sharing of some highly troubling dreams that concern the coming state of the church, and the world.  We have, by the many prophetic voices Mark refers to in the above webcast, been warned.  Perhaps my dreams are another voice on the watchtower of that warning…

Karen

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Before I launch into the next segment in the series on our adversary, I wish to take a brief moment to celebrate things joyful with you:  Happy New Year!  I hope your Christmas was joyful and blessed!

Ours was a very busy, wonderful time, hence little new on this website over the past few weeks!  So, without further ado I delve back into a little illumination about an unpleasant subject, but in doing so, desire to bring knowledge and power to as many as possible.

This week the experiences I will share are intended to show various ways the enemy attacks us – unseen by our physical senses.  They also show what great power we have in God and that all Satan’s attempts are brought to naught by the protection of God’s grace and power.

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I wish to focus particularly on the curious ability of being able to curse people and the remedy to protect all from this unseen negative use of our spiritual power.  The definition of a curse, according to Wikipedia is as follows:

A curse (also called execration) is any expressed wish that some form of adversity or unhappiness will befall another person or persons. In particular, a wish that harm or hurt will be inflicted by any supernatural power, such as a spell, a prayer, an imprecation, an execration, magic, witchcraft, a god, a natural force, or a spirit. In many belief systems, the curse itself (or accompanying ritual) is considered to have some causative force in the result.

Unfortunately, as I have climbed higher in the spiritual path in the service of God, I have experienced several occasions in the dream state of the attempt of our common enemy, Satan (and his demons), to curse me.  The Padre Pio Centre for Deliverance has this to say regarding curses:

  • Sins of Others: The “sins of the fathers” is often a sad reason for the problems and even the demonization of the children. One of the most famous cases of possession was in Iowa in the 1920s. (To read an account of this case see, Begone Satan!) This was a case in which the possessed woman had been repeatedly cursed by her wicked father. The poor girl suffered terribly due to her father’s sin. On occassion we can also suffer from curses and spells perpetrated upon us by anyone who is evil enough to want to do such a thing.   In these cases, there is nothing we have done to cause the demonization. We are innocent. We are, rather, victims of other people’s sin. www.saintpiocenter.org/
  • The following dream excerpts show differing and escalating spiritual attack, the third of which – even in the dream state – was horrifically terrifying.   This is an area of great darkness – one that is mostly unseen by our physical senses.  The fact that these types of behaviours go on underneath the hub of daily life – rituals such as satanic worship, voodoo, curses and dark masses – practised in dark areas – is something most inner city police and our Catholic Exorcists can attest to.  These glimpses are just little ones from my nocturnal spiritual ‘eyes’ and I present them for your discernment:

    PSALM 23

    NOVEMBER 9, 2003

    Dreamt I saw a girl I know and she told me she was going to some kind of ‘magic party’ – her and her friends thought it was harmless, innocent fun – tinkering in the occult.  I warned her right away you could not know where information came from – which were good spirits and which were bad.  I exhorted her to believe that there were evil spirits who posed quite easily as good and that we were sitting ducks – easy prey.  There was another lady in the lobby with us, playing it down, saying “There’s no such thing as evil as an entity of its own.”

    I said, “You’re wrong!  Don’t be stupid!  Protect yourself!”  I asked my friend if she ever tested the spirits – she didn’t even know what that meant.  I said “I’m going to write the prayer down for you before you go so that you don’t leave (or leave this website!) without it.”

    Then as I went to write it down the dream changed.  I sensed something untoward going on in the house.  I went to my parent’s bedroom as I was in my childhood home and I saw three men at the foot of their bed setting up some kind of satanic ritual to harm me.  One lay on the bed and two were on the floor.  One was kneeling with the main one who was performing the ritual facing the one kneeling.  He was preparing to stab the kneeling one with some strange long metal object – with fire – that looked like a branding iron.  The man lighting it and performing the ritual looked up at me as I watched this scene and started to hiss – he looked black and possessed or voodoo-ish.  I realized they were possessed so I immediately started the prayer to discern spirits.  I mixed it up a bit and their eyes started to glow and they started to hiss and show their demonic nature through their human facade.  I recited the prayer a little choppily two more times, but they still didn’t leave – they were more powerful entities than I have encountered before – maybe because there were three of them and because of the ritual they were performing.

    I remembered something I read recently in an angel book a friend gave me, about calling on the good angels for help.  I yelled out “Arcangels and angels, help me!”  Then I recited the prayer again with their help.  I could feel their power even though I couldn’t see them.  I recited the prayer properly this time and with great force.  The demons immediately left.

     

    MONDAY, MAY 22, 2006

    Remember the end of a strange, satanic dream.  I had come to a woman’s house because I thought my help was needed.  Times were ominous (world terror and tragedy).  I was led to this house by this woman that I thought was good so I went to help.

    When I got in her home, however, I realized she was a satanic priestess.  I recognized her evil intent to harm me just before she revealed her true nature.  I said in my head so she wouldn’t hear “Cover me with your Precious Blood, Jesus.”  Then as I came to face her (I had followed her into this living room, I think), she sat and had a very large, flat, thin rectangular book lying in front of her – twisted kitty -corner to me.  On it were black satanic symbols.  On her lips she had painted a thick coat of what appeared to be black lipstick or paint and was attempting to kill me by giving me the kiss of death with some kind of satanic black magic.

    I had called on the protection of the Precious Blood just before this, so she could not do as she attempted.  Instead she hissed a name at me (that I prefer to keep private) very evilly and derisively.  She was mocking, threatening and hating me and seethed at me with open, derisive evil.

    I spoke back to her as I approached (and she had to retreat) something again about how I had the power of Jesus Christ and something about my mission and desire and complete service to God and that I WOULD NOT be intimidated or scared into backing down from it.  I was able to overcome her with Jesus’s power and she disappeared.

     

     THREE MINUTES TO THREE A.M. WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 22, 2007 @ CAMPSITE

    (There was NO WAY I would even write this at time dreamed – way too scary – recorded at 7:45 a.m.)

    A horrific satanic nightmare of the most evil proportion I have experienced to date.  Terrified even to write it down.

     Dreamt I was with a close friend.  All of a sudden there was a large underground excavated chamber with stairs that led down at one corner.  It seemed square – a square, excavated, flat even area of ground – not deep – maybe 6-8’. 

    As we went down in the base area of it satanic presence was everywhere.  My friend was wandering around this pit area unaware.  I saw everything as it was for what it was.  It became immensely horrifying.  ‘Il Diavlo’ kept being repeated over and over and over again. 

    I saw a child, perhaps Mexican looking, lying – killed by the devil and his body taken possession of and used.  No-one knew this child was not the real one.  I did and saw the child’s real body lying broken with his blood spilled out profusely around him.  He seemed lying near and slightly behind the base of stairs. 

    As I saw that this was so and pointed out the truth to my friend and whoever was with me, ‘Il Diavlo’ came after me. 

    It was Satan.  The attack then centered on me and so many satanic forces and tools were used.  I have never seen so many satanic tools and forces in one dream!  I saw a chicken in this pit being used in some voodoo way with its neck broken, then the spilled blood of the boy, then all of a sudden back on the earth I was surrounded by hex circles.  They were in quadrants I believe, around me – circles of something.  (The hex circles had something in them I think – a number 6 or a shape of some sort – unsure).  Satan was personally directing the main force of the attack at me.  He was directly over the top of my head as I lay sleeping.  He was directly managing a hex circle above the crown of my head. 

    This was the most terrifying part of the dream.  Then I could see the other hex circles placed strategically about me – farther away and other agents of evil were involved – many demonic forces, but I could not see them.  ‘Il Diavlo’, ‘Il Diavlo’, ‘Il Diavlo’ was drummed at me incessantly almost in a chant. 

    Then voracious, snapping black dogs were sent at me.  I saw them come barrelling at me with teeth bared, snapping.  I saw little voodoo dolls – small; maybe 4” – made of straw with five points – head and four limbs with what looked like a small straw halo fashioned around the straw head of each doll.  The ‘Il Diavlo’ chant was endless.  Satan was attacking me directly with such power and force as I’ve never seen or experienced before.  Terrifyingly terrifying!!!!!!! 

    I, of course, immediately invoked the protection of the ‘Precious Blood’ – over and over again.  I called on all the Arcangels and angels to help and protect me and my family as I became aware I was sleeping in the trailer and being attacked.  And though I tried I could not force myself to wake up.  I became lucid dreaming – aware consciously that I was sleeping and dreaming this.  I strained desperately to awaken myself, but I could not.  The forces about me were immense, immense, immense!  I continued to pray.  I asked for Mary’s help and protection.  I did not stop praying NO MATTER WHAT, as I continued to see this happening in the dream. 

    I was shocked the attack went on as long as it did.  It lasted so long and I had to pray so long and endure the attack without any immediate sign that it would abate/be overcome.  My trust in God never wavered for a second, or my trust that the good forces would eventually overcome the bad (even though I was terribly afraid), but this dream was different from the other satanic attack dreams where it ends abruptly or Jesus or angels come to my aid.  In this dream all I saw and felt was Satan and demonic forces and voodoo symbols and rituals all about me in overpowering force.

    Even as I lay in my bed saying every prayer and invocation and request for aid from every source, as I have been taught to do by my spiritual director, I felt or saw NO help.  I saw nothing holy – no angels, no Jesus, no power of God – NOTHING except evil encamped around me.  Especially ‘I Diavlo’ – Satan directly leading the barrage.

    As I struggled to come to consciousness to escape this dream and attack I finally managed to truly come awake and even though my room was pitch dark, my eyes were reacting as though they had been bombarded with light – like immense big round flashbulbs that blind the eyes.  (Message:  Even if you see nothing with your physical senses, know that you can call on all the help I have in this writing and it will be there, so do not hesitate if you or a loved one is suffering from satanic attack!)

    When I woke I was so terrified I went to sleep in another room with my oldest daughter and did not record this dream until the morning.  I was upset for some time after I woke and could not sleep for terror, so I recited a Divine Mercy Chaplet for all who were under satanic attack and I finally fell back asleep…

    My spiritual director wishes me to emphasize that in all these negative experiences I was victorious through the power of Jesus, Mary, God and the holy angels – forces that we have about us to aid us in all circumstances to prevent any attack of the enemy from affecting us at all!  Praise be to God!  For further reading on Rev. Joseph Kane’s personal experiences with things of this nature as an exorcist in Peru, follow the link to obtain his book, Your Light Shines in My Darkness.

    Karen

     

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    The Economist, May 2nd, 2009

    As anyone who has been following these writings will know, the sharing of these satanic experiences has been done chronologically.  As I prepare to share the next in line, I have to wonder at the timing of the sharing of the following dream experiences, when the world as a whole has become increasingly concerned about the H1N1 Swine Flu threat.

    It has been a difficult road for me personally to have experienced prophetic dreams.  One of the difficulties is in never truly knowing which dreams are prophetic and which are just generated from my subconscious.  I found it kind of surprising at first that specific things that I would dream would come to pass.  I learned quickly that if I dreamt of some situation in the world (and sometimes personal situations) it would be best to try to help or mitigate that circumstance – just in case.  And so I started praying for specific circumstances in response to these dreams.  I think, literally, it is the only thing that can be done.  Where necessary I warned individuals if I felt it necessary, just to err on the side of caution, but I always presume a dream is personal rather than prophetic, until time bears it out.  And then, really, I have covered all the bases and done everything I felt I personally could.

    It is no different with the experiences I will share with you today.  As I prepared to share the next experience of Satan, I realized I had to share another dream on the same theme experienced a little over a week prior, even though there was nothing satanic about the first one, as they are, I believe, connected.  One thing I have discovered and therefore must caution the reader about, is that the nature of my prophetic dreams has not been exact and specific as to timing – or always very evident as to location – though it usually is with regard to the latter.   All I ask from you the reader as I share things of this nature is to ask yourself – what if this was happening to you?  How would you respond?  Will my sharing of perhaps difficult things – now and in the future spur you to increase your prayers and work on your own personal conversion?  It is my hope that this is so.  For we have far greater power in prayer than we realize.  It is a powerful weapon for good that I have personally employed non-stop over the last ten years.  In some cases, God has given me to know that I personally was able to mitigate a circumstance.  What a joy!  In many cases though, as we all know, the result of our prayer is generally unknown and will have to wait for the next life to be revealed.

    I ask you to take all these things into account as I share the following dream experiences.  Most of all I ask you to not be afraid!  With God on our side, what do we have to fear?  I hesitate to say what particular circumstances/punishment the following experiences may specifically refer to.  I share it only to impart information, to help people to be prepared, and to help souls choose God and deepen their faith, so that they will be more prepared for anything in their lives.

    My spiritual director has instructed me to also share the things I am receiving/experiencing now, so I include the following dream experience as I believe it is related to the other two dreams of a few years earlier:

     

    FRIDAY, OCTOBER 23, 2009 APPROX 7 A.M.

    Dreamt I was in an area of a city and stood on a sidewalk watching what was going on around me.  All around me were people fighting, crimes, murder, etc.  Humanity was out of control with sin.

    I kneeled on the pavement right then and there and began to pray – particularly the Divine Mercy chaplet.  I think I saw Father Dan (of the JPII Divine Mercy Centre) standing facing me.

    All of a sudden, God’s spirit came down on me forcefully and I fell forward from my kneeling position so that I was semi-prone on the ground – forehead to the ground with arms straight ahead in a profound state – like being prostrate, but from kneeling.

    Then I prayed:

     ‘Father!  Use me in whatever way You wish to help these people!’

    I was then raised from the ground by God’s spirit and levitated upright (not lying back in the air like on a cross as all other previous times in dreams – to be shared in future).  He brought me into a field – like a large park right next to this teeming area of the city I’d been in on this sidewalk.

    God’s spirit completely filled me and I was levitated and moved slowly through the field – speaking God’s words of warning – it was a very long message/long time of Him speaking through me this time. (Many times in the past ten years God has spoken short verbatim messages during dreams – these will be shared in future.  A long waking message has already been shared on this site).

    It was about the need for people to amend their lives.  As I was moved slowly thus, however, not many were in the field listening to me – pockets of people dotted here and there on the grass.  And, even among those who saw me levitated(!) for Heaven’s sake(!), did not believe God was acting through me, but that I was somehow orchestrating this under my own power and making up the message.  There was some mocking and derision by the people here.

    God became somewhat angry and more forceful at this point and I was then filled even more with His spirit and levitated higher in a more powerful way to make it more obvious and clear that it was God doing this – not me.

    I was levitated quite high in the sky over this park and moved to a new section of this park/field and God spoke a LONG message through me.  It was as if how He did it had such power, signs and wonders that it would be evident to the people that it was Him who spoke.

    I do not remember any of the words verbatim from this dream, but He was speaking of the need for people to amend their lives, telling them How much He loved them, and lastly, that if they did not repent, it would not go well for them.

    I woke.  When I awoke the song “Walk Like an Egyptian’ by the Bangles was going through my head at the end of this dream.

    FRIDAY, OCTOBER 28, 2005

    Dreamt I was standing in the back yard of my childhood home in Heart’s Desire in the days when it was a huge garden, but time was present – I was an adult (now).

    I stood on a little path facing south that had two dividers on either side of me like a vertical archway that had two flat sides but no top.

    I looked straight up because all of a sudden in the clear daytime sky above me appeared a HUGE angel of God – mostly the face, and in the appearance of a large, billowing cloud of unusual colour.  It appeared olive green if I had to choose a colour.

    It was a massive angel and I knew it was a vengeance angel of God – to bring a punishment.

    I immediately got down on my knees and started praying to God, all the while staring straight up at this sight, saying:

    ‘Have mercy on your creation, God!   Have mercy on your creation, God!  Have mercy on your creation, God!!! (over and over).

    I was MOST upset!  The cloud lightened a little in colour/darkness, but did not go away.  The face of the angel was present the whole time – a severe, stern face.

    There was at least one other man standing beside me to my left who witnessed what I did and said, but no-one else could see what I could and they wondered what on earth I was saying that for and kneeling, but I didn’t care what they thought.

    Then I turned around fully and saw to my right (in the East) a swarm of locusts (big billowing, forming, swarming cloud of bugs – locusts).  They were forming in the sky in a huge cloud and they began to move westward in a swarm of descending attack/onslaught over my area (the West).  They were definitely moving East to West and descended in attack in the area I was in.

    Everyone started to rush into the house and close sliding horizontal windows and doors, but some were trapped in the outermost rooms of the house – where the locusts were able to swarm in.  Some people made it into interior rooms and doors had to be closed to protect the ones inside.  It was a quick, sudden, unexpected thing and people were caught unprepared.

    I, however, was in an innermost chamber/room/fireplace of this house – with brick or stone walls all around me except the front, which had solid iron-type bars or a grid door in front of me.  I could see all this taking place, without being harmed or in danger.  I saw one woman in the outer-most room being attacked by locusts that had managed to penetrate the outer layers before the house was sealed off.  I woke in horror.

    And, without further ado, I present the third, connected dream a little over a week later which has an experience of my guardian angel and satan, including words from our enemy that I want you to pay particular attention to.

    MONDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 2005

    Dreamt I was in a large field with many other people and saw the locust plague start to descend in my area.  People were unaware of what was starting.

    I looked up to the sky and lifted both arms upwards and saw a white bird like a dove descend toward me.  I said “I don’t know where to go to safety.  Will you guide me?”  The bird answered ‘Yes.  Follow me and I will lead you.’  The bird then alighted near my upwardly outstretched right hand and flew and guided me to the right, diagonally across the field to a green bus or trolley-type car of sorts made completely of metal, with windows that completely closed.

    I started to yell instructions and warnings to all around me as I followed the bird.  I said ‘This will be bad – you must listen to me.  Head for secure dwellings made of all metal if possible and close all windows.  Seek shelter indoors immediately!  This will be devastating!  Do not hesitate!  Go immediately!’

    People were caught unaware and were scrambling in unorganized, confused chaos to enter buildings for safety, but were unsure of where to go.  They began trying to enter homes/buildings around the field.

    The bird led me into the trolley/bus where a seat was prepared/waiting for me.  Others had also been escorted to this special instrument of departure/protection from descending catastrophe.  The windows were closed and checked and the driver began to pull away from the area.  The man in the front seat beside the driver asked the driver if he should close the vehicle’s ventilation system after I had checked all the windows.  I was like an informed leader of this group of people in this area.  I heard and urged him ‘yes’ because I knew the locusts would come through the ventilation ducts if he did not.  But the driver wasn’t sure if he should listen to me as it would then get stuffy in the vehicle.  I said firmly ‘I know what I’m talking about – I’ve been forewarned – close the ventilation system!’  He didn’t immediately comply as he contemplated what to do, until a few locusts came in as the swarm/plague hit and he quickly turned it off.  There was no threat to us.

    The bird had come on the trolley car with us and turned into an angel – there to guide us.  We drove west to east and as we did all the destruction was before and around us.  We drove safely through the descending attack and into areas of devastation completely laid waste by the attacking horde as we headed east.  We became a select few who were now on a life raft (which was like a flat wooden board door) floating down a stream or river eastward.  We were all lying or holding on to the life raft, the end of which was taking on water and starting to sink.

    As we looked at the embankments around us, there was no life/people.  There were only dead locusts littering the vegetation-less shores – dead husks of beige/grey locust bodies littered in heaping mounds everywhere, covering all the embankments/earth along both sides of this river.

    We saw the raft begin to sink and the angel instructed us to slip into the water and swim to the very near shore where a house prepared waited for us – our safe refuge.  We could all swim – there was no danger in doing this.  We then had a quick swim – so quick I don’t even remember swimming to the shore – just trusting as the raft sank and our bodies slipped into the water and then ‘presto’, we were in the house – completely dry, safe and cared for – fully dressed.

    I then saw my angel fully as she really looked.  She was so pretty – a sweet, tiny thing almost like a girl, with long auburn hair.  She was so sweet I marvelled as I looked at her face to face.  I was attending to the others in the house, who I think sat at some table and I turned to ask her ‘Do you have a name?’  She smiled, but I don’t remember if she answered me.  She spoke to me of many things.  I think it was information of how to ride out the locust plague, but I remember no details.  I was the most prepared of those with me and the most at ease or in connection with the spirit world – knew what was going on behind the scenes and was not unprepared or surprised by the meeting of these two worlds in my life.

    The others were all sitting and I was led apart and the angel continued to speak to me of my life.  She knew me well and I knew she knew all about me.  She had such a special way of looking at me – with such even, calm sweetness and much love.  I then realized I related back to her in much the same way.  I loved her so, and even though I was a little demure and shy as I spoke with her, I was so firm in ‘the knowing’ (very hard to explain this feeling – like connectedness to the spirit world) that I spoke to her as one on the inside:  listening to instructions, getting information and helping others – in a continuing manner even here in these circumstances.

    I remember nothing specific of our conversation – just the matter-of-factness of our exchange and how she interacted with me; specially, pulled aside and singled out, even from this ‘inside group’ who had been spared/protected.

    Then all of a sudden, Satan came or was allowed to come.  He was allowed into the house – even as we were all there.  He came again in this dream for the second consecutive dream in a row as a man, dressed in black.  In all prior dreams I’ve had of Satan in the last 3-4 years he appeared in spirit form or animal or changing forms.  This dream and last he comes as a man (significant?)  Regardless, the angel was still there too and she watched the exchange between us.  Satan singled me out and took me aside and we sat down on a window ledge of this house (with our backs to a closed window).

    He was completely disarmed and powerless as he spoke to me.  He even seemed to shake his head in exasperation with me.  He referred to me as holy.  He said:

    I’ve been able to tempt most women with many things, but with you I can do nothing!  Nothing works on you!

    I sat beside him with complete innocence, detachment, holiness and simplicity as he said this and the angel watched.  I said nothing to him but sat and listened as he spoke this in frustration and resignation out loud in front of everyone and I just sat, resolute and calm – completely unafraid and unaffected by his presence and knew this was true.  I woke up immediately with such emotion (upset, surprise and worry for mankind) and recorded the dream right away.

    Just in case Satan’s words didn’t really penetrate as you read them I repeat them again:

    I’ve been able to tempt MOST WOMEN with MANY THINGS, but with you I can do nothing!  Nothing works on you!”

    Did you catch that?  Most women – many things!  Are you one of them?  Take stock and turn to God.  I think these dreams and ones to come will say it all.  Now is the time to decide for God.  Tomorrow is no more.  Do not waste the time you have been given and say NO to sin and NO to Satan.

    God bless you all.

    Karen

     

     

     

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    I am particularly pleased to reach this stage of the sharing of my spiritual struggle with our unseen enemy, Satan.  This is because it illustrates very clearly that Satan is completely incapacitated by the power of God.  I should imagine this is information Satan does not wish to be disseminated, for his tactics are deception, seduction and fear.  As I have said before, many in the world do not believe that he even exists.  This delusion paves the way for souls to fall into danger, especially in our day.  So many people do not recognize the doors and avenues for his influence to take a hold in their lives.  Climb out of this delusion that Satan and demons do not exist!  Perhaps the above book can help you in this.  Please do not be deceived. You are in a spiritual battle.

    Souls that engage in the battle and strive for holiness are tempted by seduction – Satan will tailor fit his temptations to suit your weakness.  Arm yourselves with courage, humility, charity and repentance.  As you have seen in previous writings he spends more time trying to seduce souls that he sees climbing to holiness – they represent a real threat to his empire.

    When these two tactics fail he targets souls with fear.    If you think you are suffering from demonic influence in your home or family do not despair.  Call on God and his holy angels.  Don’t be sucker punched by pride, ignorance or fear.  Rise up against Satan!  He does not want you to know that ‘little you‘ has everything needed to conquer him just for the asking.  Dig out the Spiritual Warfare 1st Aid Kit on this site.  Contact the Catholic Church.  Recognize that Satan is truly powerless against you if you choose God:

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    Friday, September 9, 2005

    I dreamt the devil came walking amongst a party of me and my friends as we were out for an evening get-together.  He was in the guise of a human man with black hair and black eyes.

    He singled me out and spoke sarcastically and tauntingly to me.  I spoke directly back to him – face to face.  He showed me all the snares he was using on people around me.  They varied from person to person and I felt bad for my companions as I saw them struggle – caught up in his fetters.

    I turned back to him, remembering how he had once had me thus captive, but now I was free.  He taunted me with these scenes and said to my fellow companions something about the ‘holy woman’ not being perfect – things he wanted to tell that I had done to lessen me in others’ eyes.  I said that this was true (who hasn’t sinned?!), but I wasn’t afraid of his threats.

    Then he made another sarcastic comment about ‘shouldn’t I be receiving communion every day?’ (because he knew I didn’t).  I said

    I receive every First Friday, First Saturday, Sundays and most Friday’s.  Why don’t YOU go to communion every day?”

    He smirked and smiled derisively at this because he knew of course he did not/could not, but knew my inner thoughts and prayers and knew I, with love, even wished he could be made holy.

    He then brought out or showed me some type of weapon he held in his left hand.  We were in a separate room from my companions at this point.  They milled outside the door (they were really oblivious to what was going on amongst us and did not see this secret conversation I had with the devil while part of their company – they had no idea of the inside knowledge or power I had against him).

    As he showed me the weapon he meant to harm my companions with I reached to take it from his hand and he was ABSOLUTELY powerless to stop me.  He had to turn it over to me with complete surrender and docility – not even an attempted struggle.  I made a small comment about how he had to surrender his power to me and he derided that too, making a mocking comment about God and heaven and how ridiculous he thought this was (he was angry) that little me should have power over him.

    Then we were back outside that room and my love started to pour out of me – burning tears as I looked at him.  He fell backwards as if staggering, to the floor.  I said:

    You know, not one human being does not benefit from these tears of love I have for them against you!  All of hell must fear and hate these tears.”

    He tried to lie and say no, but my love and tears increased and he couldn’t even get up off the floor to say more in his defense.  I said:

    You know my thoughts, so you know these tears of love have even pity and compassion for you.  You know that I have even asked God, if it be possible, to redeem you. But I will not stop praying for every human soul to help them against you!”

    I woke up.

    I have to admit when I look at television programming, internet media and video store shelves these days I see a great darkness of evil and seduction proliferating at an alarming rate.   Though some would think me paranoid, I see that the alarm is being sounded in other circles – that it is not just me that is concerned with the growing darkness.  I offer the following recent article from Spirit Daily, for those interested:

     http://www.spiritdaily.com/haunted.htm

    With love, I urge you to heed my witness and warning.  Pass this information along to those who need it.  Arm yourselves! Then climb.  Climb God’s holy mountain and with each footstep strive to love.  The reason so many of you feel like you are drowning is that you have not learned to walk with God.  He is the lifebreath of your soul!  Stop searching for fulfillment and happiness in all the wrong places.  The empty, aching chasm underneath the illusion of your ego is your soul’s yearning for love. Love, love, love! (God, God, God!) Oh, my friends – you have no idea of the beauty that you are not even searching for!  Do not hesitate.  Go today.  Even as you read this.  Go to God in your heart and He will come to you.  You are not alone.

    Karen

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    As we are now well into the series on our adversary, Satan, today’s sharing highlights increasing spiritual persecution and increasing spiritual protection.  As well I must point out that this series is by no means the focus of the website, just as Satan should never be the focus of our thoughts.  This expose is one that has been discussed, approved and confirmed by my spiritual director as a much-needed enlightenment for a world that is disinclined to believe in the spiritual world, particularly the real existence of malevolent spiritual beings.  It is in that vein that this information is offered – as light for those who are unaware, as testimony for those who do not believe, and means for deliverance for those who are afflicted.  To that end I realized it would be convenient and timely to have a Spiritual Warfare First Aid Kit easily accessible on this site for a quick reference in cases where one is experiencing spiritual attack.  Click the link to access this ‘checklist’.

    I have been fortunate to have a very holy, knowledgeable priest – a retired exorcist – as my director.  As most people know, exorcists in the Catholic Church are about as experienced as one can be in disarming the enemy of our souls.  They have a tremendous amount of experience and knowledge that I believe can be helpful to many people.  So while I would never recommend anyone seek to read their experiences to give time, attention and glory to Satan – as that would take the focus away from where it should be – God.  The particular specialized ministry of exorcists, however,  is of great value in helping souls to turn away completely from evil and grow in holiness.

    It is my hope that this website will be a valuable vehicle for the sharing of the life experience of another one of those specially called priests, my director – Rev. Joseph E. Kane – so that his knowledge will not be lost in obscurity, but available to help many souls now and in the future.

    In the following dream experience I wish to highlight and reiterate that holy forces surround us and we need not fear the darkness of the night, particularly the thick darkness gathering in the world:

    WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 2004

    I dreamed I was in my father’s living room in Heart’s Desire by the large stone hearth.  There was a rock band with me.  One of it’s members was into the dark arts.  I opened a page of a newspaper – I think it was ‘The Sun’.  There were voodoo charms all over the page.  This dark arts rock band member (all the members of this clan were also dark somehow) became excited and wanted to try to curse me.  I wanted to close the paper, but he took a charm from the page – or the page that had charms and voodoo relics.  As soon as he did this to try to post a curse against me, the date of his death came up on the page.  It was only a few days away.

    Then, next thing I know the voodoo curse/hell’s legions/Satan’s minions start to shoot sharp red arrows at me.  They bounce right off me without even touching me (like an invisible shield is around me).  One after another they are fired at me, but I am strongly defended.  Angels are then shown – white – rushing in front of me to block all shots.  Then I see a huge horned beast with a foul face – hideously scary and huge – rise up behind the stones of the fireplace.  The large stone hearth now looks like a medieval castle with lots of windows so I can see his rising behind the bricks through all the windows.  He is emerging to attack.

    Other good angels come, but the power of this beast is so strong, some are blasted and turned smoky black as they are hurled away off to the side after being fired at (not destroyed but taking much heat if you will) – so much so that another good angel has to join forces with the original one defending me to assist.

    The power of the good angels overcomes the attack of the bad, but the ‘heat’ is being increased so to speak and the fight is becoming more intense.  However, I am still completely unharmed, safe and unable to be touched.

    I am starting to hear from readers, even though this website is a fledgling one, and I am concerned by the stories starting to trickle in from everyday people who are experiencing things of the enemy and not sure where to turn.  Many are distraught.  It does not need to be this way!  The power and love of God are for all!  God loves dearly all the souls He has created and He wishes not even one to be lost – even those currently serving ‘the other side’.  In an earlier writing, Unprepared, I shared a dream experience that showed that one of the current groups of the population that is in the greatest need of prayer are those practicing witchcraft and the occult.  Indeed, their families are also in need of prayer as I cannot imagine the difficulties they face, seeing their loved ones travel down a dangerous path.

    It is my hope that the information shared today and in the future will be of great service to many suffering untold difficulties in their personal lives because of the action of the enemy.  Know that my prayers are already with each of you every day and that I will pray for special intentions if they are brought to my attention.

    God bless you all.

    Karen

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    This week’s writing is for all those souls out there who have said yes to God and may be experiencing escalated attack of the enemy because of it.  I believe this particularly occurs with souls who are called, or who will be called, to work in a greater way for God that results in a great loss to Satan’s kingdom.  In my case I am beginning to realize the reason I have experienced so much attack personally over the past few years is 1) because of the things God has allowed me to experience and 2) because I am sharing these experiences – writing to illuminate as many as will listen.

    I share the following experiences in order to show you the protection available to us, and to teach you how to call on greater protection, should your need increase in proportion to your mission.

    November 5, 2003 – Early Morning

    I had a dream that Satan attacked me again – it was worse than the last dream (see The Face of Satan – Part VI).  It was something like being held incapacitated while he attacked and tried to possess me.  I recited three Hail Mary’s as before and he left.  I was somehow in a church and a good entity came and was leading me down the stairs of this church.  He/she was telling me/teaching me that I must learn well to defend myself more directly against Satan.

    I started to wonder if there were a quicker prayer to have Satan leave, as one is quite agitated when this kind of thing is taking place – even in a dream.

    Upon waking I resolved to discuss these dreams with my spiritual director, Father Kane.  His advice, as I have mentioned elsewhere in this website, is to call on the protection of the Precious Blood of Jesus.  He has also advised that it is helpful to pray this invocation over your conscious and subconscious mind, so that you will have extra protection while sleeping.  The daily prayer of dedication is helpful in this if you have time to recite it each day.

     

    November 19, 2003 7 a.m.

    I dreamt there were demons trying to attack me all over my house.  One particularly large force was in my bedroom.  I could feel his evil presence.  A character in the dream drew a very detailed artist’s picture of what he saw – it looked like a fire breathing dragon with the most hideous face – full of anger and malice.

    I was agitated and was trying every kind of prayer – Hail Mary’s and asking the archangels for their protection…  It was as if I was undergoing rigorous training on how best to confront and overcome demons.   Father Kane asked if I had holy water.  I said no, but I saw that the demon was afraid of it (holy water), so I asked Father Kane to bless some for me and I started to throw it at the demon.

    In real life this translated to having my home blessed by a priest with holy water and continuing to have frequent blessings with anointing oil.  Father Kane advises keeping holy water in your home and another friend suggested blessed salt (which I needed and used in a subsequent attack that lasted during Holy week one year.) 

     

    Tuesday, June 29, 2004 approx 4 a.m. (at our campsite)

    Dreamt Satan was harassing me horribly with many demons helping him.  A lot of chaos was being created and it centered around the back door entrance to my trailer, which is the master bedroom (where I was sleeping).

    I called to a friend to come witness this.  Then Satan attempted to create more chaos in the room where I was sleeping.  I was becoming frightened as he was playing mind tricks with me.  I knew I had to get to Father Kane.

    Then in the dream I left the trailer and went into some house.  An expert was there.  This expert knew something was harassing me, but thought it was of ‘this world’.  I saw the demons flying everywhere and said no, pointing to the ceiling where I could see demons flying and the areas of the ceiling would go black as they flew overhead.

    I said to Father Kane, who was with me now in the dream:  “I’m so lucky I have you or I’d be lost and in big trouble without your help.”  I re-entered my trailer.  Satan stood before me and kept changing shapes and trying to ram at me from various angles.  He was seething in anger at me because I was entering a new phase of my service to God and was going to be taking many souls away from him.  I had some very special mission and Satan wanted to try to frighten me to get me to stop.  He was extremely frightening, but I noticed as he was trying to attack me like this that he could only get so close – there was a perimeter around me several feet wide that he could not enter or approach.  Nevertheless, I was agitated.

    I rose forcefully against Satan, crossing myself and told him to go.  I told him that I WOULD NOT STOP my service to God.  I realized I had to face him directly – square on.   As I started crossing myself, I started calling Jesus.  Then a male angel appeared, surrounded by shining light, and approached Satan with some power and backed him up against a wall.

    Then Jesus came in, dressed as I have seen Him before – in a plain, white, girded robe.  He came with other angels.  I was so relieved!  He defended me against Satan somehow.  Then He changed into a lamb and walked toward me.  As he got closer and my fear and sense of danger passed, I felt my feelings of love and longing for Him rise up and spill out of me.  I started saying:

    I miss you so much, my Beloved Lamb!” (over and over again)

    Still in the form of a lamb he exited my trailer by the same rear door the attack had started at.  I knew He heard my words of love and longing as He left, but He said nothing.  I could tell, though, that He accepted my feelings.  He had just come to defend me and left.

    These three dreams highlight increasing personal attack and increasing personal strength in the spiritual battle.  Please take a moment to reflect on where our strength lies!  Help and protection is all around us.  We but need to seek it.  These experiences (and the experiences of many others out there who perhaps don’t speak about them) show that there is such a thing as spiritual warfare.  It is unfortunate that Satan does not always present himself as ugly (see The Face of Satan Part VI), but sometimes in disguise as good, making it hard to distinguish his works.  Most important though, is the truth that the power of God is much greater and that we have the protection of holy angels, Jesus and Mary in this battle.

    If you are interested in further information on the issue of spiritual warfare, check out one of the links below:

     www.catholicbible101.com/spiritualwarfare.htm  

    www.saintpiocenter.org

    May God bless you abundantly in your journey.

    Karen

     

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    As we get further along in this series on our adversary, Satan, I realize that some of this week’s subject material may be scary to the average reader.

    However, I feel there is a great service to be provided in helping people realize the spiritual dangers that are present in our world, seen or not.  And so today, in addition to sharing one of my own experiences of satanic attack in this spiritual battle, I also share with you a letter from a reader in England.  Her story is particularly chilling, but should be taken seriously.

    One of the biggest errors of our time is to downplay the truth of the existence of evil spiritual beings – to the point of outright denying that they exist.  This has been a large part of their game plan!  This has left many open to spiritual danger as many are unaware of the forces that can be unleased by dabbling in occult and New Age practices.    I direct the reader to an eminent expert (if there can be such a thing in this physical world where we are dealing with unseen, spiritual forces), Father Joe Kane, and his book “Your Light Shines in My Darkness“.  Father Kane’s expertise is a result of many years working as an exorcist in the Catholic Church, particularly in Peru.

    It has been the ministry of exorcists in the Catholic Church to help people who have unwittingly, or even voluntarily, come under the influence of demonic presence.  For anyone who feels they have a situation that requires intervention, it would be prudent to contact your local Catholic Church.

    What is important to note in all circumstances, though, is the power of God over all – a sure defence against the enemy.  Keep this strongly in mind as you read the following experiences:

    My Dream of October 31, 2003 (Hallowe’en!) approx 6:30 a.m.

    I dreamt I was lying on my bed sleeping (as of course I was).  All of a sudden a demon/devil tried to enter my body physically and my body was jerked from the legs up to the hips and it was almost as if it were trying to pull me off the bed.  The demon/devil was an unseen force, but a powerful one that I instantly recognized for what it was.  My upper body was the only part left lying on the bed, while my lower body from the hips down were suspended at an awkward approximate 45 degree angle off the bed (I sleep on the right side).  I was slightly agitated, but immediately said the Hail Mary three times and blessed myself with the sign of the cross (I did this in my head because I could not move or speak).  The demon left my body and I fell back onto the bed.

    Then a very brightly lit, tall, fiery angel of God stood between my husband and I on the bed as we slept.  He appeared in miniature as if being displayed by a reduced size hologram so that I could see him in his entirety.  If he had appeared in real size I have the feeling I would have been looking at his big toe from my vantage point, because he was such an extremely tall, brilliant angel.  I have not seen an angel like this one before in my dreams – he shone with great luminescence, which is why I described him as fiery.  He then spoke to me and said:

    You will be called to face a greater challenge.”

    After speaking these words to me he shot straight up to heaven like an arrow.

    (I have to note that I woke the morning of this dream with pain in the hips and legs as if my muscles had been strained.  I particularly noticed the right hip and shins being achy and stiff…I feel the challenge he was referring to was quite heightened spiritual attack in the years that followed)

    This was, of course, a scary experience – even in the dream state.  I have been blessed, though, to also see the profoundly powerful forces of good, such as the angel in the above dream, that we have as protection.  As I have mentioned before, I believe these attacks particularly escalated in my case because of the work (this website) that I would be doing for God.  As this entire website is to help all in the spiritual journey, I must reiterate that I do not share these things to focus on Satan, but rather to be of aid to an increasingly secular society that through occult exposure and New Age practices, may be opening themselves up to spiritual danger.

    As an example of this, I offer the following letter from a reader in England for your discernment.  Even though it is not pleasant to acknowledge that stories like this one can be real, I think it is prudent to pay heed to her witness.

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    Charlotte’s Story

    I haven’t read your blogs in great depth but I did want to comment as I have had some similar types of experiences and, as you say, it is difficult to convey certain things without being thought of as ‘mad’ or ‘deluded’ or with some hidden, self-serving agenda of trying to ‘convert’ someone.

    While I am aware of the links between enhanced spiritual perception and some mental illnesses, I have never been diagnosed with schizophrenia or anything like it. I do a pressurised full-time job and I hold a masters degree from Oxford University, yet I find I have to hide such a huge part of myself from the world, which sees on the surface of me a ‘normal’ ‘attractive’, relatively ’successful’ person…..not some fruitcake who sees angels and demons. But I do; and a lot more besides.

    I have some truly wonderful friends but it is hard for me to get to know people because my experiences throughout my life (I’m now 34) are so far removed from that of the typical person in England. My earliest living memory was of a terrifying malevolent force which attacked me while I was a tiny child – even a baby – and every single dream I had until the age of 16 was of this entity. Otherwise life passed pretty much at normal, until I left home as soon as I possibly could to escape what I now know for sure is a badly haunted house.

    Had I been religious or had a religious upbringing I might have known how to deal with it (editor’s emphasis), but my parents were very liberal and I didn’t know a thing about religion, apart from the fact that I’d been baptised a Christian (the one time I was taken to church as a child). I did, however, end up dabbling in the occult, like a lot of kids do, perhaps because of the succubus-like force that preyed upon me.

    I ran for a long while from this demon, devil, whatever it is, until it finally caught up with me when I was 21. It is a really long story so I won’t detail it here, but basically it launched a serious attempt to possess me, in an attack which lasted for approximately an hour between 1 and 2 in the morning. By that point in my life I had had one or two out of body experiences (not voluntarily, but with other people involved and so I had sufficient ‘proof’ for my own mind of the reality of the spirit/soul, though did not associate this fact with a God). During the attack I was forced out of my body by what I can only describe as an intensely violent, hurricane-like wind, which only subsided when it had pushed me as far as the door, with my back to my body on the bed. The struggle seemed almost impossible and it was only after an hour or so, as I said, that I finally ended up staring at my spirit-self in a full length mirror (yes, that was REALLY scary) and managed to spit out a few words. The sound of my voice terrified me – it sounded demonic and the words I spoke were said as a last resort as I didn’t believe in anything:

    God help me.”

    In the twinkling of an eye the demon was banished completely and I was sitting up in bed thinking, Christ, I need to see a priest. I slept well that night but the next day I did something I’d never done before and tried to find our college chaplain. As it happens, he was not in, but I had set my foot on a path that I would never stray from, with Christ as a seal on my heart. I fell in love for the first time as this was happening, a fact which I am certain made it possible for me to comprehend the meaning of the life of Jesus Christ, as I simply did not understand before – I was closed. Being ‘converted’ or ‘initiated’, or whatever, was akin to being turned inside out in a split second (I quite literally saw the light and that was it, my life was transformed).

    Over the next few months I did not just have ‘visions’ or ‘dreams’, I had what might be called an ‘enlightenment’ or ‘revelation’, in which all kinds of things about various world religions were ’shown’ to me. Strange things that I did not understand.  I just noted (I kept very detailed records of it all so I wouldn’t forget). A vision of the Holy Trinity that I later realised was connected with the hebrew letter Shin; spinning like a Sufi, a profound comprehension of the sorrowful and passionate mysteries of Christ….the list went on and on, the visions didn’t stop for 3 and a half months.

    This was in 1996. During this time I interacted with a being that I could not see but which was clearly there and could affect me in a physical way. At the time I saw it as being God/the Holy Spirit and it is impossible to describe the experience properly in a message like this…..I”m sure you can imagine.

    I spent the next 10 years trying to make sense of what happened (the visions/enlightenment faded after that initial time, leaving me feeling bereft). You could say that I spent almost every minute of every day of that time praying. I had made a promise that even though I knew the Holy Spirit had to leave me (as it does everyone at some point) (editor’s note:  I believe Charlotte is referring to the diminished sense of the presence of God, as I experienced this myself after my initial conversion – I could tangibly feel God every moment for several months and felt like I was walking on a cloud of love, but gradually my sensible awareness of His presence was taken away – back to normal life if you will!), I would be ready and waiting in case I was ever called again.

    In 2006 I fell in love for the second time and by the middle of last year I could no longer deny that I was being called again. I left my job as I could no longer concentrate and knew that my commitment was about to be tested. I think that a lot of religiously conscious people experienced something similar last year, as if we were all being called to unite in prayer to avert grave danger in the world. Whether anyone knows the full story of how and why, I’m not sure.

    The point I am finally getting around to is with regards to the discernment of spirits and the necessity of having to ‘face up to’ the devil and trample the beast underfoot. I would have considered myself to have about as much faith in God as it is humanly possible to have, for the simple reason that I had enough proof to convince myself (if no-one else) that God not only existed, but loved me enough to save me, despite the fact that I lived a pretty sinful existence, I guess, by many standards. Nevertheless, what I saw and experienced of the ’spiritual realm’ between July 2008 and about April of this year almost blew me apart and I got to the point where I totally lost faith in my own ability to discern between an angel and a demon.

    It is a very, very sad fact of life on Earth, that the enemy does not always appear as a horrendous or obviously terrifying presence that any reasonably sane person would wish to avoid. The most insidious, dangerous beast that there is can appear to be more beautiful than any figment of the imagination, and can inspire feelings of tenderness, joy, even love….by deception. With me I became so weakened and afraid that I decided to shut down my spiritual sight so that I could not be led astray. I felt devastated, as if somehow I’d sacrificed my allegiance to Christ by allowing myself to be deceived. It is hard to explain to somebody who does not believe how this can feel, but I’m sure you will understand.

    I am now just coming round to the fact that this type of thing happens to a lot of people and does not mean that Jesus will kick me out of his crew, but it was another very sobering and life-defining moment. I think that a lot of people who are actively engaged in serious spiritual meditations need to be warned of what can happen, of the forces that can be unleashed, the effect on your mind and heart. I see people now who are where I was at 6 months ago and have no way of knowing how to warn them. I feel like saying, “Put on the blindfold, brother, you’re going to need it….”

    Peace

    Charlotte”

    This writing is but a sampling of varied spiritual attack by the enemy in this spiritual battle – a battle many do not realize they are engaged in, in one way or another.  I have said it before and I will say it again:  Our defence in this battle is the infinitely more powerful side of good:  God, Jesus, holy angels -particularly St. Michael, the archangel, Mary and the many prayers and devotions handed down, particularly through the bible and the Catholic Church.

    Arm yourself with awareness today.  There are two sides in this unseen battle.  Choose the good one…

    Prayer to St. Michael the Archangel

    Saint Michael the Archangel,
    defend us in battle.
    Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
    May God rebuke him, we humbly pray;
    and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host –
    by the Divine Power of God –
    cast into hell, satan and all the evil spirits,
    who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls.

    Amen.

    Karen

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