Book 10: Satan the Lord rebuke you

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The following day, her brother telephoned to say that he had had a Spirit dream in which evil such as had never been seen before, united! He found himself in a massive house, shouting, “Satan… the Lord rebuke you. Satan… the Lord rebuke you…” The Scripture flooded his spirit.

[Jude 9] “But when even the Archangel Michael, contending with the devil, judicially argued (disputed) about the body of Moses, he dared not presume to bring an abusive condemnation against him, but simply said, ‘The Lord rebuke you!’” 

In another Spirit vision of the night, I watched as out of the ground of the earth poured forth the ugliest, dark, black smoke.

Once again, I don’t have the words to actually describe the demonic attacks caused by the demonic smoke which not only turned the ugliest, but my words are insufficient. Mom and I were sick for weeks on end; we knew and understood it to be demonic sickness. Before we had realized, strength would flow from us like running water. Unstoppable!!!

No amount of rebuking helped as demons growled night and day behind our fridge. Mom already said, “Yolin, this type of demon draws its strength from the electricity.”

She had sought the Lord many times, “Lord Jesus, only You can remove the protection cover this thing hides behind.” But once again we found ourselves in the hottest part of terrible fires of evil.

For many, many weeks, 24 hours a day, seven days a week, demonic attacks intensified greatly. Mom and I awoke each morning feeling worse than rotten; every joint seemed dislocated, bruised and battered. Our physical bodies remained in a state of paralysis. We did not know how to sit or stand or sleep as the torture worsened.

One Saturday, during the wee hours of the morning, it had just manifested, as rotten and putrid smells, a thousand times a thousand, entered the house. I alerted mom who was altogether exhausted, but rose from her rest. The more she rebuked, the more stubbornly it manifested.

She dozed off drawing the Blood Line Circle around the house and filling it completely with the Holy Fire mixed with the Blood of Yahushua mixed with the Poisonous Thorns of the Holy Spirit… Destroy, destroy every evil present in Jesus’ Name, in Yahushua’s Name; in Yeshua’s Name… ”

Reader, the thing fled, but returned while we were asleep; oh, I awoke demonically sick!

Mom awoke more than just rotten, “Yolin, this is getting out of hand; this is spiritual violence.”

Once again, mom earnestly sought the Lord for answers, in fast and prayer, until she was shown in a Spirit dream. Her relative had used much violence to cause her severe sufferings.

“How can this be?” she thought, “[so and so] is not a violent person?”

But the night turned chaotic as the abysmal manifested and followed us around the house. Such putrid, rotten, stinking, indescribable smells went from room to room. Its odour already caused us to become nauseous. We had gone into deep warfare prayers, but still the evil intensified even more.

Burning pains mixed with fire of evil, violently covered our sleep as we became overly exhausted to such a point that we rebuked as never before. Yet the thing powered up more violently. Demons were assigned to do much spiritually violent torments beyond imagining their next move.

In several Spirit dreams, I was back a school.

Yet in another, I was overjoyed that I had made it onto an enormous power engine. There were but a handful aboard this fierce abnormal locomotive. Everything appeared tiny compared to its structure made of an unknown metal.

The energy exerted from this terrible, terrible most powerful movement actually shook the ground. I understood that nothing, but nothing, could match it. Built to destroy, crush, and annihilate anything in its path. What a terrible shocking beauty.