Enough Rope to Hang Myself, Part 3

Enough Rope to Hang Myself, Part 2

Followup to Enough Rope To Hang Myself 

Enough Rope To Hang Myself, Part 1

The beginning of the time in my new apartment by the creek was sketchy. And I’d rather not go into the details, but I was still being pressed and oppressed by the evil minions but less often, though still intense, almost palpable. I had apparently been followed by them, if you know what I mean.

 In the meantime I watched videos on YouTube whenever I was home and into the night before I fell asleep of various preachers preaching the word of God. Even in my car I listened to the Bible preached on CD. I listened to old Yolanda Adams songs which I’d bought years ago.

I couldn’t seem to listen to anything else. I’ve since become more discerning in who I listen to for various reasons, but as I said in Part One, no preacher’s perfect, no Christian is perfect; we all have our blind spots. But as long as I have somebody preaching the word of God in my ear, preferably out of the KJV, I’m okay.

Honey, I’m Home…

Again I say I would rather not go into detail but for quite some time, maybe, I don’t know about six months or so? I still felt their presence even in my new apartment, though not nearly as often or obvious as at the house that I had just left, but still sometimes very intense, even palpable. I had been hearing preachers say that the devil goes even more strongly after those getting closer to God and knew that was happening.

This is when I learned the power of the name of our Lord Jesus Christ in driving out the minions. This is how I know the Holy Bible is real and Jesus Christ is real, because I learned through direct, again, palpable experience, that the beautiful name of Jesus Christ is the only name that drives them away.

I prayed nonstop, and listened to preaching or the Holy Bible audibly, or sat down and read it myself (I still do usually daily though I miss some days).

 A New Beginning

I was (am?) what they call a “recovering Catholic”. Twelve years of Catholic school and we never even looked at the Bible that I can remember. The closest we got was something called a “missal”.  I think it had verses in it (from the Catholic bible) with Catholic prayers to Mary and other saints.

Then I started looking for local churches to attend that used the authorized King James Version of the Holy Bible. I found two churches and chose one which I liked and really loved and still do love the people. I told the pastor a short version of my story of harassing dark spirits, which I appreciated that he didn’t question, and asked to be baptized.

He was kind enough to accommodate me during a Sunday service and it was very exciting and everyone there who had been saved for many years was happy for me. That was eight months after I got saved, and I was delighted. The certificate I received still hangs on the wall with a plain wooden cross next to my bed (in the past I’d hang a crucifix).

 I don’t attend church regularly anymore, though I did for a time. The whole thing feels too Catholic to me, though, again the people there are lovely and made me feel more than welcome, for which I’ll always be grateful.

Going My Way?

One afternoon about eight months after I’d moved, when money problems loomed larger than anticipated, I happened to be in the neighborhood of the house I’d left under those strange circumstances and, as I was parking the car, guess who suddenly appeared in her SUV? My old Buddha-worshiping landlady. She was all smiles.

After the exchange of pleasantries, she told me she was moving out of her house in the back (the one with the meditation room her husband had built) and did I want to move in? The rent she was offering me was exactly perfect for what I had just got done telling someone if only my rent were that, I’d be doing well. It was as if she’d heard me because it was the exact amount! Hmm…the devil is enticing…. Always.

She said there’d be no application process because she’d (obviously) already had me as a tenant for five years, that she had one other possible prospective tenant but preferred to have me there.

Don’t Walk Away, Renee’

After much, and I mean much deliberation, and coming really close to taking her up on it because of money problems, I prayed to God to guide me in the decision. It was similar to the dilemma I’d faced moving into my new apartment when I had to decide upstairs or down (see Enough Rope to Hang Myself, Part 2). I just couldn’t decide.

Then I remembered how it seemed that God had picked my new apartment just for me, out of the way, in the back (a real pain for visitors) and all the trees and deer right outside my window. My safe haven away from that crazy woman and her dark spirit minion-filled house(s).

How could I walk away from God’s gift, His hand lifting me out of the mire and  placing me gently on safe ground? How could I leave that, for a mere couple of hundred dollars difference in my rent every month? Don’t worry about the money, I kept telling myself, or was that the Holy Spirit?

Snake Eyes

To placate myself (and her, because she did pursue me) I went over to see the place and the changes she had made. I’m glad I did because God showed me, not only by how I felt being there, but in some of the little things she said that told me I would not be happy there.

Then when she showed me the sump pump under one of the closets, that did it. I’d  had spooky experiences in another house (that’s another story I won’t bother to tell) with a sump pump. So I took in everything I saw and everything she said, and went home and thought and prayed.

God must have been tired of my indecisiveness. (my problem was that I thought God was giving me the gift of a place I could much better afford, but I’m learning that the devil plays tricks and tries to act like he’s giving you a gift when it’s a piece of cheese in a mousetrap). So while I was trying to decide if this was God or the devil bringing me this, God finally said, Okay, watch this:

And just for the heck of it I typed in sump pump online and came up with a woman (who just happened to be Christian) who had a blog (and a husband and three kids) and told a story of how five snakes had entered her house one by one and were all in the kitchen. That was it (Enough Rope To Hang Myself, Part 1).

That Name

When I read the books The Beautiful Side of Evil and The Light That Was Dark (both listed along with others in Enough Rope To Hang Myself, Part 1) I realized how the name of Jesus is blasphemed and used by ungodly people and devils to trick people. So sometimes I’m extra clear in saying my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ of Nazareth who died on the cross for my sins and was risen three days later by God the Father when praying for God to chase them; I want to make sure these harassing devils don’t get a chance to be tricky.

But to wrap this up now, slowly but surely they left (though I feel them trying to get back in sometimes and when I do I loudly proclaim the name of Jesus Christ to scare them away). “Resist the devil and he will flee.” I resist him by calling on God, my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

God Shall Give His Angels Charge Over You, to Keep You in All Your Ways. ~ Psalm 91:11

God’s angels watch over us and are more powerful than the devils and will drive them away every time. (Turning the light on doesn’t hurt either.) After a while it stopped though, as I said, every now and then something makes me think they are back, strange happenings without explanations. But nothing like the way it was back at the old house or even here when I first moved into this apartment with the creek and the deer in the back.

I’m happy to announce it’s very peaceful these days. Now, as I said, I did take a nasty fall three weeks ago now and it could have been an attack like the old days. One minute I was walking down the stairs and the next minute I was airborne. But it’s okay because God protected me. As bad as it was, it could have been much worse.

God’s will is perfect and I have to be willing to accept it no matter what, trusting his perfect plan that I’m too small to see.

Yoga, Shmoga

 I know I’ve been making enemies speaking against the wonders of yoga and meditation, and I didn’t go into it as much, but visualization, positive thinking, and “relaxation exercises” which are forms of yoga by another name are dangerous, too.   

But I’d rather know that even one person was helped by reading this information and my experience than worry about being popular or how many people follow my blog. Just the way I found the books and videos listed in my previous post (Enough Rope To Hang Myself, Part 1) when I needed to, so perhaps will someone find this post, if it be God’s will.

Resist the Devil and He Will Flee from You ~James 4:7

Again I say, stay away from yoga. Stay away from meditating, unless it’s on the word of God. In the West the word meditate used to mean to think and ponder something, but from the East we’ve learned meditation is emptying of the mind, leaving it wide open so that all kinds of nasty things (spirits) can crawl in from dark places. Don’t do it.

If you need to stretch and move your body, that’s fine, no problem, but don’t do any yoga poses. It’s all worship, worship of Ba’al by any name, like Shiva, like Shakti, there’s a whole list, Nimrod, Diana, Jupiter, on and on it goes (it would take a whole other article and more to cover that). It’s not the God of the Holy Bible and it will lead you to hell on earth and even eternal hell if you don’t finally turn to Jesus Christ and follow Him.

Once you do, the Holy Spirit will cause you to beg God’s forgiveness, and turn from your old ways. Little by little you will find yourself changing in the direction of God. Read the Bible, cover to cover. And when you’re done, read it again, and keep reading it. I’m on my fourth reading in three and a half years, and I keep finding new things which the Holy Spirit of God shows me that I didn’t notice before.

 The Closer I Get to You

And pray. The closer you get to God, the closer He gets to you.

My life’s peaceful now for the first time in many years. I’m not plagued anymore by endless unhappy and weird events, even life-threatening ones (falling down the stairs notwithstanding), or Twilight Zone-type neighbors.

I think the staircase flight may have happened because every day I get closer to God, even starting this new blog and writing these posts. The devil doesn’t like it. But you know where he can go. Aside from the staircase debacle I am blessed, my family is blessed. I trust God.

Thank you for listening.

God bless you and your family.