So, continuing my post about Synchronicity that actually became a chapter. My original intentions were to make a long story short. Instead I made a long story long. Sometime Synchronicity will take from different aspects in your life, to match things up for you, to be made clear to you, later. Different things happen to you and you don't realize till on down the road, the impact a small thing can have in dot connecting things in your life. So, on with the story.
The boyfriend of the younger daughter was very worried about his girlfriend. All the changes in her were not becoming of the girl he knew and he sensed something was very wrong. We all met up that day and he was distraught, and had a almost a small whimper in his voice when he talked.
The girl started acting up as we all arrived, bibles in hand. She would be mute one minute, and raging mad the next. She told her Mom she did not like us coming and we should get out. Normally this girl was our friend and knew we were harmless friendly people.
They way the small apt was set up, there was a old school padded chair in the middle of the living room, so as to make a half circle around the television- living room area, but acted as a room divider in a way, from the dining area. She sat in this chair facing away from the living room, facing the dining area. The Mother got her preacher relative on the phone via "speaker phone" and the purpose was to do this over the phone, on speaker, because the relative could not be there. I was by the front window area, the male neighbor was to my left by the door, the mother was in the center of the room facing her daughter and the boyfriend was towards the kitchen area, but still right there, it was a very small apartment. My best friend, the girls older sister was there too and she was walking around the room amongst all of us. We got the relative on the phone and she said to open the doors and windows. She started to recite the Lords Prayer and the girl got violent, flailing at her boyfriend and then at her Mother. Screaming in a loud voice that she hated all of us and then she started saying things we (as the majority of us were Pentecostal) didn't understand. Some would say maybe she spoke in tongues, but this was not tongues of a positive nature. nor was it religious. It was a native tongue of some long lost language that was not known to any of us. It sounded evil. She proceeded to flail her body as if to be like something was being sucked out of her chest area, shaking, back and forth, her eyes where rolling periodically, as she went on and on with this language. The preacher proceeded with the prayer and began to cast out, with her words, anything that wasn't of LOVE within this girl anything that did not belong. The girl proceeded to get even more violent and they asked me to help hold her arm down. I did. This poor girl was so frail, petite and light, I cried as I helped, hoping to be able to help her.
At one point when her eyes were rolling, she looked right at me and I saw pure evil, right there, the face of a VERY evil spirit. It was not fun, let me tell you. I looked away, full knowing I was protected by the Divine Light of The Holy Spirit. I knew this spirit did not like me, because of the Divine I carried within me. After all, in so many words, my given birth name is a story within itself. The name and story of the Most Highest Anointed of all Spirits and Saints. You might say my middle name is sacrifice. I always thought it was a blessing to have my name, it wasn't till later on, way after this particular time in my life, that spirit gave me that "aha' moment as to my path in this lifetime, just by noticing and re-recognizing what it meant to carry it.
As the family member on the phone proceeded to cast out this spirit by prayer and demanding that it leave and never come back, stating it wasn't allowed to be in this girl and it needed to move on and be gone forever. The girl very slowly stopped flailing. We all backed away and made sure we weren't in the way of the front or back door, so that it could leave. Everything slowed down and I started to see a small glimpse of the girl I knew. She fell off the chair into the floor. We all got a little worried, she looked like she was not breathing and possibly unconscious. The male neighbor started to anoint this girl with prayer, bible in hand, and was speaking about how she could now bask in the glow of the Holy Spirit. She laid there for a good 15 minutes and then her Mother started to slowly bring her to consciousness and wake her up. The family member on the phone said not to do this. Let her wake on her own. So we waited. In about 30 minutes, she woke up and did not remember anything that happened, except a pool of light and joy. But she did understand, why we were all there and what we did.
Since this day the girl is fine now. She went on to marry her boyfriend and now had three children. Whatever betrothed her is now gone.
So there is my experience with an exorcism. Not something we go out and try to become a part of, not something the average person wants to do. But sometimes these things just need to be took care of, and Spirit calls those who can help.
This is where I was going with the "white shirt" joke in the beginning of this post and or chapter you might say. I was wearing that white shirt when they called me over that day. I don't intend these things to happen, I don't go looking to be a religious figure. I just chalk it up to coincidence and move on. But synchronicity and similar circumstances grouped together tell a different story. Synchronicity is how Spirit guides ME, I don't know if its like that for all, I just know that's how it is for me. I sometimes fight with the fact that maybe I should be a person of the cloth. It's not something I want, yet, I know I have spiritual gifts. All these situations come up when I am wearing white, feeling light and good and heartful. I don't know, I am no expert, I just know that sometimes, life, will repeat circumstances over and over to try and get you to notice the patterns. When you piece these things together, you sometimes get subtle clues and are receiving from Spirit and there's something important Spirit wants you to know and notice. Synchronicity is a big heads up from Universe to stop, watch and listen.
The boyfriend of the younger daughter was very worried about his girlfriend. All the changes in her were not becoming of the girl he knew and he sensed something was very wrong. We all met up that day and he was distraught, and had a almost a small whimper in his voice when he talked.
The girl started acting up as we all arrived, bibles in hand. She would be mute one minute, and raging mad the next. She told her Mom she did not like us coming and we should get out. Normally this girl was our friend and knew we were harmless friendly people.
They way the small apt was set up, there was a old school padded chair in the middle of the living room, so as to make a half circle around the television- living room area, but acted as a room divider in a way, from the dining area. She sat in this chair facing away from the living room, facing the dining area. The Mother got her preacher relative on the phone via "speaker phone" and the purpose was to do this over the phone, on speaker, because the relative could not be there. I was by the front window area, the male neighbor was to my left by the door, the mother was in the center of the room facing her daughter and the boyfriend was towards the kitchen area, but still right there, it was a very small apartment. My best friend, the girls older sister was there too and she was walking around the room amongst all of us. We got the relative on the phone and she said to open the doors and windows. She started to recite the Lords Prayer and the girl got violent, flailing at her boyfriend and then at her Mother. Screaming in a loud voice that she hated all of us and then she started saying things we (as the majority of us were Pentecostal) didn't understand. Some would say maybe she spoke in tongues, but this was not tongues of a positive nature. nor was it religious. It was a native tongue of some long lost language that was not known to any of us. It sounded evil. She proceeded to flail her body as if to be like something was being sucked out of her chest area, shaking, back and forth, her eyes where rolling periodically, as she went on and on with this language. The preacher proceeded with the prayer and began to cast out, with her words, anything that wasn't of LOVE within this girl anything that did not belong. The girl proceeded to get even more violent and they asked me to help hold her arm down. I did. This poor girl was so frail, petite and light, I cried as I helped, hoping to be able to help her.
At one point when her eyes were rolling, she looked right at me and I saw pure evil, right there, the face of a VERY evil spirit. It was not fun, let me tell you. I looked away, full knowing I was protected by the Divine Light of The Holy Spirit. I knew this spirit did not like me, because of the Divine I carried within me. After all, in so many words, my given birth name is a story within itself. The name and story of the Most Highest Anointed of all Spirits and Saints. You might say my middle name is sacrifice. I always thought it was a blessing to have my name, it wasn't till later on, way after this particular time in my life, that spirit gave me that "aha' moment as to my path in this lifetime, just by noticing and re-recognizing what it meant to carry it.
As the family member on the phone proceeded to cast out this spirit by prayer and demanding that it leave and never come back, stating it wasn't allowed to be in this girl and it needed to move on and be gone forever. The girl very slowly stopped flailing. We all backed away and made sure we weren't in the way of the front or back door, so that it could leave. Everything slowed down and I started to see a small glimpse of the girl I knew. She fell off the chair into the floor. We all got a little worried, she looked like she was not breathing and possibly unconscious. The male neighbor started to anoint this girl with prayer, bible in hand, and was speaking about how she could now bask in the glow of the Holy Spirit. She laid there for a good 15 minutes and then her Mother started to slowly bring her to consciousness and wake her up. The family member on the phone said not to do this. Let her wake on her own. So we waited. In about 30 minutes, she woke up and did not remember anything that happened, except a pool of light and joy. But she did understand, why we were all there and what we did.
Since this day the girl is fine now. She went on to marry her boyfriend and now had three children. Whatever betrothed her is now gone.
So there is my experience with an exorcism. Not something we go out and try to become a part of, not something the average person wants to do. But sometimes these things just need to be took care of, and Spirit calls those who can help.
This is where I was going with the "white shirt" joke in the beginning of this post and or chapter you might say. I was wearing that white shirt when they called me over that day. I don't intend these things to happen, I don't go looking to be a religious figure. I just chalk it up to coincidence and move on. But synchronicity and similar circumstances grouped together tell a different story. Synchronicity is how Spirit guides ME, I don't know if its like that for all, I just know that's how it is for me. I sometimes fight with the fact that maybe I should be a person of the cloth. It's not something I want, yet, I know I have spiritual gifts. All these situations come up when I am wearing white, feeling light and good and heartful. I don't know, I am no expert, I just know that sometimes, life, will repeat circumstances over and over to try and get you to notice the patterns. When you piece these things together, you sometimes get subtle clues and are receiving from Spirit and there's something important Spirit wants you to know and notice. Synchronicity is a big heads up from Universe to stop, watch and listen.
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