Possessing the Airwaves & Pissing Off Witches
When you have spirits that control the power of the air waves--and they possess that--they have territorial dominance because they have advantages in the air waves. So they are able to control traffic from this level. And the minute you start getting into the airwaves you are going to have trouble. So people that start a company that's dealing with telephones, or that's dealing with the airwaves in terms of radio, or television, or even the internet, you fight the kinds of battles that if you don't know what you're fighting you'll have problems because the airwaves is the way thoughts are transmitted. And the devil possesses the heavens so he can control the thoughts of men. So if you want to get into a business with telephones, walkie-talkies, internet, and all those things, it's not just about making money. You'd better know Who God is. Because you're going to fight battles that you think are unreasonable; they're not unreasonable. (Bishop Tudor Bismark, “Demonic Possession, Part II”)
When I first heard this PHE-NOM-ENAL sermon by my Bishop, I, of course, agreed with it. After all, Satan is the Prince of the Power of the Air so you get in his way, you pay price. Seems simple enough. However, when I sat listening to this sermon over a year ago, I had NO IDEA that Bishop Tudor’s words would become my reality.
I will not tell you my full story regarding “pissing off witches” (yet), but I will whet your taste. And trust me, I don’t say this to entertain you (although it may), but simply because it happened. And if it happened, we can learn from it. That is, if you believe it.
And to the person who may be offended by the title of this post, well, the alliteration was just too good to pass up! Also, I would point you to the Old Testament in the King James translation. *giggles*
Now to my much abbreviated story...
Once upon a time on Facebook, I received a message from a girl through my professional Page. She thought I was “amazing” and had even inboxed me through my personal profile to let me know she found me through the hashtag “#strongholds.” (The power of social media.) In short, she wanted to change her life. She’d been involved in a host of sexual situations, some intentional, some forced on her; she had anger issues, and she was at the end of her rope. So she reached out. We’ll call her Angie.
Right off the bat, Angie was SUPER open with me--on my Page’s wall--so I quickly started to inbox her privately and deleted her “open” comments from my wall. I wanted to protect her dignity. She told me she’d just found out the week before that she had HIV. A friend had offered to take her to check out Santeria and white magic so she could “die in peace."
NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
That was what the little person inside me said. Screamed actually.
But I calmly explained to her that Jesus could heal her absolutely and then explained to her about witchcraft and God’s view of it (He HATES it). She accepted my explanation immediately and I continued to share with her about God, His power, and most importantly, His love.
Angie was soooo excited that I guess she started telling everyone about me and what I was sharing with her. But this didn’t sit too well with a couple of her friends whom we’ll call, Mike and Sean.
Mike and Sean are gay. And very much so. Sean is actually fairly famous. He’s got nearly 100,000 Facebook fans and has been on Oprah. (Go figure.) However, Sean had been terribly hurt by people who call themselves Christians--his boyfriend’s parents. Understandably, his boyfriend’s parents were against homosexuality. But UN-understandably they were evil and threatened physical violence on him. What made it worse is these parents were pastors. *makes a face* I can’t even…
Well, long story short, this young man, Sean’s boyfriend, tragically fell off a roof and died. His family descended on the young men’s shared home, took what they wanted, stuck him with the funeral costs, then barred him from attending on pain of (potential) death. “Pastors” indeed.
Sean is now a “marriage” “equality” activist. *face palm*
Mike actually reached out to me. And by “reached out,” I mean, came to my Page and started plastering, “You hate me,” and pro-gay, anti-straight slurs on my wall. Mike’s the one who shared Sean’s story with me in an effort to get me to come over to the side of gay rights and gay “marriage.” While I sympathized with the tragedy of Sean’s boyfriend’s death, it was, however, no excuse to promote something that God plainly calls an abomination.
From as best I can figure, Angie learned homosexuality was bad (which didn’t take very long seeing as we were Facebook friends) and she was earnestly scared for her friends. Unfortunately, she thought she had to cut them off which is not something that I told her to do. (If God led her to do that, fine. But it didn’t come from me.) Mike, understandably hurt by Angie’s words and actions, took it out on me and accused me of brainwashing his friend. Sean was equally upset although he refused to communicate with me.
I began inboxing Mike as well as Angie, but because I wanted to explain what I felt was a misunderstanding. And, then, of course, deleted the gay propaganda from my wall. One moment he was livid with me for “taking his friend,” the next, he was saying, “You seem nice. Why do you hate me?” It didn’t matter how I broke it down to him, he couldn’t fathom how I could love him as a person and hate homosexuality at the same time. So while very angry, he kept coming back. Meanwhile, I continued witnessing to Angie.
Now I knew right off the bat, you CANNOT disciple someone on Facebook! I noticed that she was in Florida so I told her if she was in Miami, I can put her in contact with some great people at my spiritual father’s church who could take her under their wing, disciple her, help her, and be really hands-on with her in her process of transformation. That first weekend of chatting, I sent her to the church on Sunday morning. She went without one argument! Unfortunately, she got lost and missed the 9am English service, but she did go to the bookstore and buy herself a really cute Bible. :)
Knowing that sexual perversion is the easiest way to get a demon, my concern was to get Angie quickly into an actual service or discipleship group because I KNEW she’d start to manifest (demons) sooner rather than later. Demons hate the Word of God and they will not confess Jesus is the Christ, Son of the God, come in the flesh.
So veeeeeery long story short, Angie went to the church with her unchurched boyfriend, started manifesting 15 minutes into praise and worship, and was rushed by her embarrassed, confused, and unchurched boyfriend from the church and to the hospital where she was a put in the psych ward for demonically-inspired hallucinations and other otherworldly nonsense.
Just before this, her boyfriend, we’ll call him Rick, had met a “pastor” whom I like to call the witch doctor. Why? Because he is one. A New Age black witch masquerading as a pastor who deceives young, impressionable people with money.
Here’s an extremely abbreviated overview of the events that followed:
Witch doctor finds out about me.
Witch doctor forbids the young people to contact me-and accuses ME of witchcraft. *face palm*
Young people remain in contact with me.
My friend Jorge agrees to meet and pray for Mike and Sean.
Witch doctor demands phone meeting first.
Witch doctor gets spitting angry after discovering Jorge and I are real Christians.
Witch doctor curses Jorge and I with sickness--in front of the others--and terrifies them.
Jorge and I pray and ask some friends to pray for us as well.
Jorge and I do NOT get sick.
Mike and Sean DO get sick.
Mike meets Jorge and accepts Jesus!! *bells and whistles!!!*
Mike feels attracted to Jorge, so I continue/step up the witnessing (He wasn’t delivered from homosexuality yet).
Mike leaves for a planned vacation to Canada. BAAAAAAAAAAAAD idea.
Mike falls into intense sin, all of which is inflamed by the witch doctor’s prayers and rituals.
Witch doctor performs a water ritual against me.
Witch doctor gathers witches to pray against me day and night complete with a demonic altar, my picture in an upside pentagram, and a poor dead chicken.
I start to think they might wanna kill me at this point.
I start gathering more intercessors.
Said witches do not succeed in their prayers.
Witch doctor calls in the heavy-hitters: five witch-pastors like himself from Tampa to join him in prayer against yours truly.
Witch-pastors declare a fast against me, to officially kill me, for three days.
I gather my own heavy-hitter intercessors, now spanning from coast to coast.
Witch-pastors exceed three days and decide to fast until.
Head witch doctor gets cast into a sickbed. (See Revelation 2:22)
This should deter said witch-doctor, but instead deepens his madness.
Witch-doctor decides to send his five buddies to surround my house on Independence Day to pray against me. (Apparently, prayers from Florida don’t work too well.)
Said witches start to astral-project (spirit travel) and spy on the others in the situation (bar Jorge). Apparently, they couldn’t spy on me.
Witches fail in their attempt to accomplish anything and July 4th becomes July 5th with no issues whatsoever.
Witches eventually leave.
Witch doctor decides since he can’t kill me, he’ll harass me--through new convert, Mike.
Mike, susceptible through open doors in the spirit, comes under said witch’s control and becomes obsessed with me--despite his obvious homosexuality.
A demonic apparition (either Jezebel or the Queen of Heaven or a lesser spirit sent by them) visits Mike (and his friend) in a dream and tells him, in short, to come see me and other madness.
Mike purchases a $50k engagement ring--for me.
Mike flies to Charlotte--despite my constant objections and attempts to block him online--with several LGBQT friends.
Mike places a down payment on a house IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD.
Mike stalks me. Literally.
Mike gets arrested for stalking, etc.
Mike gets out of prison.
Mike continues to harass me through alternative means on Facebook.
But ultimately, Mike, his friends, and the witches have been absolutely barred by the Spirit of the Living God from touching or assaulting me and mine in any way. (Praise the Jesus!!!!)
Satan: Loser, God: VICTOR!!!
Now, I do absolutely realise the insanity of everything I’ve just typed. And seriously, that’s the HIGHLY abbreviated version. The situation has gone on for months, but when I walked into that situation, I was telling God:
PLEASE! Can I just have victory in ONE area?? Just one!! Not all! Not even a few! Just one!!!
Well ladies and gents, once I was into swing of things, I was highly tempted to write Satan a thank you letter! Not because he’s so wonderful (because he’s not!) or because he deserves praise (he doesn’t!!), but because God allowed that situation to remind me of what I was, Whose I was, and what my calling and purpose is in life. It reminded me of my spiritual lineage. And in the midst of it all, I prophesied to myself:
When this situation is over, it’s going to be graduation in EVERY area of my life!!!
Well let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen, GRADUATION IS HERE!!!!
I can’t get into the details (you’ll find out soon enough), but literally, I’ve seen my prophecy come to past. And not only mine, but others that have been spoken over and dreamed about my life. They’re all coming to past!! RIGHT NOW!!!
God is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FAITHFUL!!!!!!!
Yes, when we “play” in and enter what the devil considers his territory, when we encroach on what Satan thinks he owns, we will absolutely gain his notice. Whether or not we think it is warranted (it is). Whether or not we think it that important (it is). But if we are there on assignment from on high, despite whatever Satan and his princes throw at you, even if it’s the kitchen sink and plumbing itself, God will absolutely bring you through it! For some, it might be a Job experience (which, I confess, did have me wondering at first). For others, like me in this situation, it might be a Moses experience where the devil literally cannot touch you, try though he might. But either way, if you stay the course, stay in God’s will, God will bring you through it. And as I told a friend the other day:
God delivered me from it and to it.
He delivered me from the snare of the fowler and propelled me--and I do mean PROPELLED--into my destiny.
Oh, I’m sure some of y’all think I’m crazy as the old woman who lived in a shoe, but then again, God uses the foolish things of the world to confound the wise. He uses the non-sensical to prove His God-sense. But at the end of the day, man’s opinion and approval isn’t required. The wrong people will be dismissed and the right ones will recognize the hand of God at work.
Be encouraged!
God is faithful!
What the devil meant for evil, God turned it around for my good!
And aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall that Hell I had to go through that barely seemed to make sense now completely makes sense.
I’m now walking, more than ever, in what God has called me to. I see the pieces all coming together. And if I had to piss off a few witches in the process to claim my promise and enter into it, then so be it!
And the Church said AMEN!
End Note: Angie now attends my spiritual father’s church in Miami, FL!!! She has been saved, delivered, set free, and is now being trained by Apostle Maldonado’s wife, Prophet Ana, to be one of her assistants!!! Isn't God faithful!!!!! :)
