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.

Enough Rope To Hang Myself, Part 2

Enough Rope To Hang Myself, Part 1  and  Followup to Enough Rope To Hang Myself 

Excerpt from Enough Rope To Hang Myself, Part 1

That was three and a half years ago. 

I still can’t write her name here, my beloved dog, or even talk about her without getting choked up or outright crying.  The apartment I found (another string of what ifs:, maybe for a Part 2)….

When I moved I tossed all my books, CDs, and DVDs regarding the new age and yoga and the Self. I didn’t burn them, but I didn’t sell them or give them away, either. Just threw them in the trash where they belong. I don’t dabble in even the slightest bit of it anymore, and continue to press toward the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.

Burn, Baby, Burn!

I neglected to mention in Part One (God hadn’t shown me yet where the verse was), that, in the New Testament, after hearing Paul’s preaching, many were saved and burned their books about worshiping other gods.

Acts 19:18 And many that believed came, and confessed, and shewed their deeds. 19 Many of them also which used curious arts brought their books together, and burned them before all men: and they counted the price of them, and found it fifty thousand pieces of silver. 20 So mightily grew the word of God and prevailed.

That’s a lot of money up in smoke. Well, I can’t complain. My stash was worth a lot, but it didn’t add up to anything near 50,000 pieces of silver, even going by today’s inflation. It wasn’t easy, but those books on visualization, positive thinking, and all the rest had no place on my bookshelves anymore. The experience opened my eyes, realizing that 75% of my library was ungodly and I hadn’t even known it!

In this Part Two I’ll be brief. I won’t put you through the what-if thing again like in Part One. I just wanted to wrap up what I started in the first post on this subject. I hate loose ends, and since I said I might do a Part 2, I felt obliged to do just that. Besides, I didn’t want to leave you hanging with my being evicted and still in a grieving state.

A Hot Mess

Did I mention in Part One that the landlady who lived in a separate house on the premises with her husband was very heavily into yoga and meditation? She even had her husband build her a “meditation room” outside in the backyard. In fact one day, in just one of the multiple plumbing debacles I encountered there, the hot water line burst and filled the house with scalding water at least two inches high across the floor, and when I called them for help she was at “meditation practice”. (I find that interesting now, though at the time I was still oblivious about the place I’d called home for five years being filled with devils).

Thankfully, her husband was home and came to my rescue. Another of many bathroom emergencies was when the toilet backed up into the bathtub and sink; and the plumber who came to fix it was a nightmare on top of a nightmare with a snake machine that made more noise than a garbage truck. Let’s just say it was all over the walls, with me in my living room trying to complete my thesis to submit to university the next day in order to receive my master of fine arts degree in creative writing! Hey, just a slight distraction! No problem. (Yes, it was “the last minute”.)

What Else Is New?

And I know what most people would way: Look, everybody has plumbing problems, everybody gets mice and crickets and snakes, everybody has bizarre neighbors, everybody has mosquitoes and flies that stick to the wall and don’t leave their place for days, everybody has computers that go on in the middle of the night with screaming voices, everybody has radios in their car that go on by themselves, everybody has plants that suddenly die after years of being nurtured, everybody has experiences where they almost get killed, and then their dog dies, and everybody has this and everybody has that.

Sorry, but this essay covers only part of what went on; for me to cover everything that actually took place, I’d have to write a big, fat book! And I am not inclined to do that. I’m a believer of moving on, but I wanted to share this for the sake of anyone who might benefit from it. These demonic shenanigans went on daily (and nightly), not to mention my endless insomnia that went with it. It was pure chaos.

Anybody who’s been bludgeoned by evil spirits knows exactly what I’m talking about. Anybody who doesn’t believe in such things, well, I hope you never have to.

 So, That’s Your Income?

It was difficult to find a place with rents being ridiculously high. After weeks (I had six in which to move) of one rejection (either mine or the apartment manager’s) after another of different places I looked at, I finally found a place.

One thing, a sure sign that God was helping me, was that the apartment I finally found which would accept me based on my low income (a couple of years before, I had quit a job for reasons of conscience – a story for another post, or not – and I looked terrible on paper) the apartment manager showed me both an upstairs and downstairs apartment, and said I could pick either one. An unexpected blessing!

Okay, Lady, What’s It Gonna Be?

Both apartments had their pros and cons, but I didn’t want to make a major project out of making the choice, and was almost wishing I didn’t have a choice. With so much going on in my head, it seemed impossible to decide.

Downstairs was a brand-new deck, which they were building while I was there. Fresh, clean wooden slats, really beautiful. Ground floor. Very nice.

Upstairs, there was no deck, but a big window looking out over trees and the parking lot of the next-door apartments.

Normally I would have picked the downstairs with the deck automatically. But after my recent experience of too many strange visits from crickets and mice and snakes at the other place, and wacko neighbors, being above ground with extra privacy looked good, too. (Sorry, I didn’t go into my “neighbors” at that house, and I won’t. Too bizarre and too much to cover. Let’s just say they would have been an inspiration to Rod Serling.)

So I went home excited, telling the manager I would take the downstairs apartment, only to call her back and say, “No, I’ll take the upstairs instead.” And then in the middle of the night I woke up and said, “Maybe I should take the downstairs after all.” When I was dizzy with this dilemma the manager called and asked me to come over and fill out more forms.

When I arrived, I was too embarrassed to admit that, though she now thought I was going to take the upstairs, I had decided to go back to the original choice of downstairs.

 God’s Got This!

When I finally found the nerve to tell her, she said, “Oh sorry. Too late. I gave the downstairs to somebody else, since you called and said you wanted the upstairs.” I was disappointed but thought, God’s making this decision for me, like everything else. I’ll pray against snakes and demonic neighbors. But then she said, “But, you know, I have one other place which just came up that I didn’t know about when I spoke to you. Would you like to see it?”

I couldn’t help but smile, thinking God must be up to something. When we got there – it was upstairs – and when we went inside I knew it was perfect. Instead of the next-door apartment complex parking lot, it backed up to a creek which I hadn’t known was there, a beautiful lush, green canopy of maples and oaks and lots of ground foliage and no shortage of squirrels, birds, (and plenty of deer, I later learned, which like to stand right under my window and munch on the grass).

It was hard not to cry in front of this woman who I’m sure already thought I was a bit strange. Of course, I said, “I’ll take it!”

Escape from House on Haunted Hill

In the financial straits I was in, and with the rental situation in my area being what it was (and is), it would have never occurred to me to move, even with all the craziness, still unaware that the place was “haunted” by demons invited by myself and the female yoga master out back. Because, even as I was trashing my ungodly literature and such, I still didn’t know the house and grounds were a true ungodly stronghold. God protected me from that knowledge until I was on safe (to me, sacred) ground.

In retrospect, I can’t believe I lived there in such good humor, my usual self, every day trying to rise above whatever the last calamity that plagued me. That was God working in my life, even before I was saved, which He had done for years. Then He saved me, sacrificing my beloved pet in the process, bringing me suddenly to my knees spiritually and emotionally; a few years before, it was my sister who’d gone suddenly which sent me into a tailspin (which led me to quit my job–that other story). God gave me the boot by having me evicted (on my birthday–interesting touch), and to top it all off, He found the perfect place for me to live.

But the story’s not over. And Satan’s minions didn’t let go that easily. Stay tuned for Part 3 to hear the rest of the tale. As always, thanks for listening.

Enough Rope To Hang Myself, Part 1  and  Followup to Enough Rope To Hang Myself 

God’s Got This!

“In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.”   ~Psalm 94:19

This verse calms me when I start to over-think things, and there are too many of those things flying around inside my head.  And in the multitude of my thoughts God’s comforts delight my soul by reminding me that He’s got this—all of this!

God is My Rock

They gather themselves together against the soul of the righteous, and condemn the innocent blood.

But the LORD is my defence; and my God is the rock of my refuge.
And he shall bring upon them their own iniquity, and shall cut them off in their own wickedness; yea, the LORD our God shall cut them off.     ~ Psalm 94:21-23

 

Please note:  “defence” is the British spelling.  All quotes from the Holy Bible on this site are from the Authorized King James Version.

Belief Means Trust

And the LORD said unto Gideon, The people that are with thee are too many for me to give the Midianites into their hands, lest Israel vaunt themselves against me, saying, Mine own hand hath saved me.     ~ Judges 7:2

God told Gideon his army of 30,000 against the Midianites was too many.  Therefore, little by little, Gideon, following God’s instructions, got his men down in number to only 300.

God was telling Gideon, If you have too many men, they’re going to think they won this battle because they were a mighty army, but with only 300 people against the thousands of Midianites, they’ll see that it was I God who kept them from being destroyed, and not their own doing.

I  can appreciate this when, instead of the number of men in an army, I think of the amount of money in my bank account versus the total bills I have to pay.  And I hear God saying, The less money you have, the more you will realize you got through another month because it was “I God who kept them from being destroyed, and not their own doing.”