She came into the room. A tangible swirl accompanied her. She was a woman who had, let's say "presence" about her.
Beautiful, tall, dread locks down to her waist. her green eyes, nearly clear seemed to soak everything up in the room. This woman didn't miss a thing.
A few others and I began to pray for her, that is what she came for.
We sought Jesus from the get go. "I'm going to have you ask Jesus questions, okay?"
"That's what I'm here for." she said.
"Jesus what do you want to talk about today?" she repeated after me.
"I heard him say, "the animal sacrifices." she said.
My associates, new to this kind of prayer both looked at me with their eyes wide open.
Calmly I proceeded. "Did you participate in animal sacrifices in the past?"
"No, ma'am. But my ancestors and relatives practice."
"I see." We can touch upon that if you want to go there." I replied.
There was something strange happening with this one. She requested some Kleenex because a strange white substance was welling up in her mouth and she kept spitting into the wadded tissue in her hand. Her face was subtly twitching. I had seen this before and I had a suspicion as to what might be happening to her. I was choosing to play it cool for now as I waited and watched carefully.
Then it began.
I heard a low growl and her face began to contort.
In a raggedy, deep, hissing voice she began to speak at me.
"Shut up! Shut up!"
Now my associates were definitely taken off guard and passed me a post it note. "Do we need to go get someone? Should we get a trashcan? She looks like she want to puke."
I shook my head no.
“Excuse me, are you speaking to me?” I asked, just to make sure I heard what I thought I heard.
“Yes, I am talking to you, I said shut up. You heard me. I said SHUT UP YOU STUPID WHORE! (This being a name I was called by drunken step-father when I was young). I know who you are and you can’t make me leave! I own her!” She said as she continued to foam at the mouth and growl at me.
“I want to speak to Carmen (named changed for privacy).”
I saw a hint of Carmen come to the surface. There was a flash of her normal eyes. “Carmen, agree with me that Jesus is Lord by nodding. You can be relieved of this.”
She nodded slightly.
The demon flared up again and stated it didn't have to leave her. I replied, "Yes you do. In the name of Jesus be gone!"
Suddenly, Carmen stood up and there was a rumble. Her body began to writhe wildly. Beginning with her feet there was a vibration and a trembling of her flesh from the ground up. Her legs began to move as if she were dancing an ancient tribal dance. Her torso began to ripple in waves like a tsunami under her skin. Carmen’s arms were flailing like tree branches when a hurricane hits the land near the sea. Her neck began to roll around in unnatural ways. Her long dreadlocks were whipping around. Her jaws and cheeks looked as though there was a rodent running wild under her dark skin. The eyes rolled back in her head and whatever was calling me names and wreaking havoc on her body and soul exited from the top of her head and she sat down.
Seeing that Carmen was back. I looked at her and asked her how she was doing.
“Did I say something? Where are we right now? In the session I mean. I feel like I am missing a moment. It happens sometimes.”
“Are you feeling okay right now, Carmen? I asked her.
“I feel great now. Refreshed. I wasn’t feeling so good for a minute.”
“Ready to continue our conversation with Jesus now?” I asked her.
“Sure am. I can feel him working already!” She said with a grin.
We continued working on the issues at hand. Generational bondage, the occult, sexual abuse, hate, fear and several other issues contributed to her demonization and brokenness.
Jesus came to save heal and deliver her.
As for my associates, they had their first real glimpse of what demonic oppression and the deliverance from evil spirits can look like.
As for me, there is nothing better than to witness the power and authority of God to set the captive free.
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