Familiar Spirit Tactics

 Contemplative about the past as regards these emotional escapades while on the sofa, she wondered what could possibly happen next.  Her thoughts go on a further journey, entertaining other conjectures.  It was scary to look at, up close, or at any distance.  Her future.  It was not bright.  For she realized that she had been impregnated with something that she wished to abort; she did not want to give birth to it. 

     ~There goes that damned talking again!~

Blatant suggestions to enter into a lesbian liaison (tryst) pops into her head, strong as the devil.  Familiar spirits, evil, all clamoring for attention, wanting desperately to initiate their ideas.  What is Satan’s overall design going to be?  What kind of lesbian would be well suited to this newest prey?  Is there a kind?  Apparently, there is (this is made evident before science was used as a prop) They deduce while she sits there ‘numbified.’   Bull-dozing their sordid antics as though she is not there. 

A-ma-zing.  Amazing, in this sense, she could literally hear the conversations of demonic council as pertains her future.  Those demons were so excited to find a host to funnel their traits through that they could hardly be contained.  Satan’s very specific design of perversion was so tailored to fit that the very air fumed with its delirium.  The things that he is suggesting do not come naturally.  His well thought out scheme would definitely have to be adapted or familiarized (hence, familiar spirits). 

No wonder “the angels rejoice in heaven over one soul,” whoever it may be, that is brought back to Christ.  This festive effect seems to take place on both sides of the isle, excepting that demons would rather rejoice whenever someone does something iniquitous.

 “But the very hairs of your head are all numbered…you are of more value than many sparrows,” so says Matthew 10:30, 31. This lets us know that we humans are of much value to God.  And so-far-as  holy angels, as well as fallen ones,  having a vested interest to this level in our lives says a lot!   Competition is fierce to win over the souls of mankind!

Let’s not forget that the rest of the world is yet thriving while being detained, immersed under this spell, in her apartment.  Hell spun by the hell-bent throws of an adversary.  Forced into living as a captive.   Hermitlike.  Nearly crazed. No voice.  No veto.  No choice.

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Get ready for this clownish display, a devil’s delight, of just the sort of performance Satan expected during this dress rehearsal—a show to put on (put up with) as if on stage for his entertainment:    His creation must dress the part (that is to say, of a man).   Dress up (disguises) in men’s clothing.  Hair is to be worn in a certain cut, short-styled as a man would style his (crew cut).  This woman would be endowed with overt, masculine ways, strutting as a man does (i.e. cock).  Excuse the expression.   I am trying to make a vital point here. It’s just that his rude expectations for her to become ‘butch’ in every possible way, with every wit of his intent leaning toward emulating that of a man (minus the sex change) was beyond rude.  Absolutely appalling.  Shocking.  Brazen. 

After scornfully laughing out loud at hearing his utterly ridiculous aspirations, she intuitively debated this idea with Satan.  She tried to argue the point that this was too abstract, besides being ‘ridic’ (shorthand for ridiculous).  Here she was, a petite-framed female at five feet four inches tall and maybe a hundred pounds.  And this is his best offer.  The mantle he chose for her to wear.  Evil amusement for this dark horse.  Opposing anything sound.  This did not make any sense; and the nonsense added to support it is called ‘science.’

     ~What a joke! ~

This contrary notion was kind of like when he called Jesus, Beelzebub.  It is so opposite of any truth that it becomes offensive (absurd).  Yet, this was his scheme.  He required the cloud of shame to be substantial enough to the point of complete abhorrence of self for allowing it to happen.  For bowing to Baal.  He had to know that she would make a most pathetic version of a ‘man.’   And that is precisely how he wanted it!

 He went on, suggesting the means to accomplish (coach) this type of behavior.  Or the avenue that was to be used to feed (encroach upon) her senses, at least, until the right amount of time had passed before reaching an inordinate level of comfort to seek this on her own.  

      ~Well, well…  Media~

Media of every sort.  Television, magazines, video, pornography, internet.  A world wide web of nets and traps and pitfalls.  Temptations of every sort, through the eyes, through the ears, and all the rest.  These are what he makes use of as his resources to entice, seduce, and persuade.

  To watch a simple television program became impossible to sit through.  Uncouth with his suggestions, often interjecting statements openly, such as,

“It’s okay to look at her because she can’t see you.” 

“Go ahead, look.”

 “No, really look.” 

He shows you pictures, scenes that you are not even thinking about, corruptive things not even on your level.  Obscene images.  These types of media would allow for outright lewdness without suffering the penalty of it being offensive to the same sex.  Without suffering ostracism.  No need to fear being demonized.  You get the picture?  Of course you do.  Satan was trying to school her, prepare her for what was to come next.  His plan was foolproof and strategic.

 From a bird’s eye view, it is clearly discernible where and how Satan strikes. He proudly plants his tares to grow alongside the good seed that our Father has planted within an individual’s heart, mostly when we are at our most vulnerable state, which is at some stage in conception.  We all have become the object of Satan’s obsessive predatoriness all because God, the Creator, made us the “apple of His eye.”

 Satan, on the other hand, once a much cherished thing of beauty, never exactly held that spot.  Only man has been privileged to be made in God’s image.  There is no higher compliment.  This is the reason He always stressed for mankind never to make any images of Himself, because we are already made in His image (via Adam).  Living, breathing beings. 

It’s no wonder that Satan did everything possible to contaminate the very dirt that our Creator used to make us.  Any expert of science can easily expound on how the components of dirt contains all there is in the earth—minerals, metals, and other building-blocks vital to the body.  It’s in the dirt!  Murders, death, kill, pride, jealousy, envy, strife, adultery, fornication, perversion, incest, fear, torment, and, yes, homosexuality.  All of Satan’s devices right there in the contaminate dirt! 

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Was God laughing at this calamitous event?  She felt as if this was the case.  Proverbs 1:26, “I also will laugh at your calamity; I will mock when your terror comes.”  Is this the life of a prodigal?   A life out of control.  Spindling.  Holding on to a thin thread of sanity. Alone.   Like a lost child who is not yet aware that they are lost.  Really lost.

Sadly, progressive pursuits against the mind did not take place only on the home front—the workplace is another area where her thoughts were completely under siege.

It’s another day at the office where she works.  (She’s off the couch now).  Employed at a downtown legal firm, situated in a high-rise office building, for the last three years.  It actually is in one of the city’s oldest landmark churches, in the vicinity of Daley Plaza, city hall, and the Secretary of State building. Over ten floors of office space readily available for businesses. The higher you go, the better the view. 

The main corridor is outfitted with a non-denominational cathedral.  A chapel situated off to the right side as you enter through the revolving doors of the building, available to the public, as well as the office workers of that building.  All faiths are welcome to visit, pray, and worship freely.  77 West Washington in Chicago, Illinois, if memory serves aright, is where this iconic church’s bell chimed over downtown.  Ironically, it was the perfect headquarters for Satan to operate.

  This is the place of continuum for her.  She simply cannot vacate the premises of her mind on any level.  The veil of sanity is ever thinning.    A state of mind in utter contempt for this other ‘truth’.   An unstoppable union.

~Head is ringing…cannot hold on much longer!~

Dragging in to work on this day, her attendance would prove itself an especial event.  Today she had a visitor.  There were the usual sound bites of conversation going on inside her head.  What came next was unexpected though, for the enemy of her soul had come in person (reminiscent of when she was about fifteen years old).  Except this time Satan did not send his imp.  It was the “father of lies” himself, if you can believe it.  This occasion must have been of high priority for his appearance to be of such formal stance and pomp. 

Wall to wall windows allotted the perfect lighting necessary to amass an unforgettable description of this lying adversary:  He displayed himself in a suit of clothing that resembled the caricature of Uncle Sam—including the top hat and matching top coat (stripes and all).  His height projected to about seven or eight or nine feet tall—taller than any average man. It looked to be that way from her seated position (He carried himself that-a-way).  But an even more noticeable element is the fact that he did not actually fit into the Uncle Sam suit.  Satan was wearing the suit in the same manner as the ‘Earthworm Jim’ cartoon character (you may have to Google this).  He was in the suit, but he did not fit the suit!  And when this stunned young woman dared to look into his face, into his eyes, what she saw of his person could actually fit directly under her foot.  His entire physical being, such as it was, was the size of one’s head.  A human head.  It was as if he had the head but he did not have the body.  He needed a surrogate.  And not only was this the case, it was also like looking into a ‘black hole’ or abyss in three dimensional form.  Remember the tar droppings, after the big BP oil spill fiasco of our century (21^st), when workers were scraping it off of the beaches along our southern U. S. coasts?  Yes, he favors those tar balls.    Looks closer to wet dirt—Dirt without a soul—than anything else that could properly describe him (like sludge). 

There is no scary looking, red, horned devil scurrying about.  Truly, he was “without form, and void” with two very fearful reflectors for eyes that actually moved “to and fro.” Those eyes appeared to be reflecting its light-source from the light within the room.  It did not come from him; there was no light in him.   

It is noteworthy, also, that he avoided with all of his might, looking directly back at her.  His beady, bitty eyes darted with a runaway look.  Satan tried to mask his (fear) urge to flee the situation in the room with stoicism.  Try as he may, his response was parallel to fight or flight parody so typical in humans.  He was just as scary to look at as he was scared. Believe it or not—he is the one who is so full of fears, torments, and every other ungodly trait.  Although few, these details were detected and able to be discerned, albeit in a feeble state. 

Luke 10:19, 20 describes how we have no need to fear, “Behold, I give you the authority to trample on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall by any means hurt you….” Although, Satan continues to expend, without hesitation, infinite time and effort to smear us with his devilish causes, it is regardless to the fact that his own loss is eminent.

In any case, this is who spent the day at the office with her.  This is where the final assault happened.  Satan came prepared to arbitrate a deal for her very soul.  His speech.  Constant, persistent, quick, and nimble. 

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The vision envisioned by him manifested in a sort of power point presentation format.  During this virtual scene, a mental picture enters the room.  A woman is seeking legal consultation for a recent automobile accident.  Of course, the woman would need to fill out requisite forms in order to be retained.  This process is usually implemented by the legal secretary and forwarded for review.  Through necessity the two would meet to engage in initial exchanges pertaining to the case.  This is a conditional circumstance used in order to instigate another kind of relationship between the two women. 

     ~How convenient~

The stature of this woman is petite, stocky.   Demeanor is confidently portrayed as a stiletto wearing, white female, donning blond locks, who is a self-made corporate professional, and financially well off.  This description is atypical of this attorney’s usual clientele—they were mostly of lower income and various other ethnicities.  He had not one Anglo on his client list, and no person with money would give consideration to a Mickey Mouse lawyer for legal affairs.  However, these standout details would facilitate a proper identification of  intent when this woman showed up. 

     ~Hand-picked~

Further revealed within this vision was the possibility awaiting—the soon to be ‘conscious coupling’ of two women, co-mingled together, living ‘happily ever after’ on the quaint, North side of town.  This visual also paints ‘the Blond in the tweed-tailored suit’ as a sexual beast behind closed doors.  After work, away from her corporate world, the heels flung this way and that way with lightning bolt precision.  Alluring eyes spells out the rest.  Yep.  Okay.  The floorshow ends.  This was the offer on the table.   

Agree to this future, then the enemy would grant the ‘peace’ of mind that had long ago escaped.  The demonic torments would cease.  A promise.  All she would have to do to finalize the deal would be to sign his bloody contract.  Would you believe that he expected her to comply by signing this deed with her own blood—a blood contract! 

Unfortunately, he still looks to the law to condemn.  He attempts to mimic God in every way.  There is nothing original about him except that he is an evil liar.  Fortunately, we are under the grace of God at this time.  The very thing that condemns us, can be forgiven in this time of grace.

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Satan triumphantly lays multiple pages (duplicate forms) flat on top of the office desk. Staring pensively at this painstaking legal document, called a contract, she finds herself to be admittedly impressed with the details conjured up for this occasion.  He is jabbering at the mouth a mile a minute, as he keeps on pitching the sale of his agenda.   Talk, talk, talk.  Persistent in trying to close the deal.  Desperately trudging forward with his pervasive argument. 

Suddenly the papers are tossed into the air.  His arms go flailing around attempting to grab at them from blowing in the wind, although no wind was blowing.  He finally snatches them after several clumsy attempts, slamming them back onto the desk.  His frustration is transparent as he begins to scream threats about the Law, and how this was not supposed to happen.  Beating his makeshift fist on the desk. Yelling, in a panicked pitch,  how it was impossible for anyone to resist him “in the flesh.”  It is obvious that he cannot stand such intolerable defiance,

“IMPOSSIBLE!” 

“YOU CANNOT RESIST ME IN THE FLESH,” he screeches.

Addressing, the One and Only.  Satan is making his case as though she is not there in the room.  Petitioning God’s very own throne, in protest, as though he were explaining the rule of law.  Rule of Law?  That’s what this was?  A trial, in Court, before God.  Accusing the brethren. 

Interestingly, God appeared to be disinterested!  His unwillingness to pronounce guilt.  His willingness to dismiss every charge.  Riveting to witness this!  Our Adversary  did not like this air of blight one bit, not at all.  She sat in her chair actually amused.  It was quite a revealing exchange, if you please.  Thinking hard,  at the same time this is happening. Disgusted at the thought of having gone along with it this far.   Fuming, that he had even showed up in an effort to make an impression with this mess[age].  Yet there she sits. Contemplating about suitable options, because really, how long did she figure on surviving in this wilderness!  Seeing a vision is one thing, but reality was right there waiting.

Satan did say one thing correctly.  That being, there was absolutely no way she could keep this up—a resistant front—in her flesh.  No way.  Especially since he had no obligation to temper his assaults.   Even with his personal visit to tempt our Yeshua the Christ when He was here, Satan only left off spiteful attacks for a season. 

So, here we go.  Valley of Decision.  A probable demise might be to choose suicide, or to commit to a mental institution same as her mother had done.  Trying to convince her own mind that this next course of action was a feasible option, that being declared mentally incompetent was the way to go.  At least it would be her choosing. 

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Did you know?  Satan was willing to accept Plan B.  More than willing.  He doesn’t care, as long as your destruction comes as a result.  But, no matter.  There was wind found after all, a second wind! Grace did much more abound after all! Six, long, hard years of resistance would pay off after all!  (Really, three and a half). The remainder was spent recovering, renewing, reinstating back to God. 

God wasn’t laughing at her calamity as she had once concluded.  Christ had showed up just in time.  Just as this trial was becoming too much to bear, Yeshua brought with Him more grace!  He showed up right in the middle of this showdown. Christ showed up! 

He came unannounced.  He just showed up! All the plans ‘on the table’ were now ‘off the table.’   She saw Him when she looked past the chaos in the room.   It brings to mind, John 20:26, “And after eight days His disciples were again inside, and Thomas with them. Jesus came, the doors being shut, and stood in the midst, and said, ‘Peace to you!’”  Here again, He just showed up.  She immediately rushed over to Him as soon as she recognized who it was. 

~What a welcome sight!~

She saw that He was standing, in a parallel vision (separate from the other), on a narrow road with a river on one side and green pastures on the other.  He came as a Shepherd.  He came that she might not be in want of hope and strength anymore.  He came to restore her soul.  He came to lead her in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.  He came that she might walk on, having nothing else to fear from Satan.  He came to be a rod and staff for her to lean upon.  He came to be with her and bring His comfort. He never ever mentioned her sins, never said, I told you so. 

And while they two walked off along the path, she glanced from the corner of her eye.  Over on a window ledge, in the office, Satan sat.  Stifled, sulking, and looking defeated, is where they left him, in his TOO BIG TO FAIL suit.

~What happens now?  What to do next?~

Well, after abandoning her carnal affront to resist Satan by her own waned strength, she did two things. (She did not wait until after work).  In response to the dual encounters she had experienced on that day, she prayed a simple prayer of repentance right there in the office while her heart was ripe, ready, and contrite.  And with that, she at once recanted all earlier agreements with Satan. 

You see, whether Satan is right about what he declares against you does not matter to God.  It may be true, but it does not matter just the same.  Thank God for repentance!  Thank God for His power and His willingness to forgive! 

Satan figures that because we stand guilty, before the Law, that we are stuck in quagmire.  Doomed by sins. Yet, she did not have to be enslaved to do her enemy’s will.  He had no further rights to hold her captive, no longer to be held hostage. 

After praying, a burden shift could be felt lifting from off her shoulders.   Feeling as light as a feather, she left the office that day with renewed strength of spirit.  She felt the buoyancy of long ago; the spirit that a child is supposed to have.  A freedom of not being aware of anything other than one’s own freedom.  Free as a bird!  A sparrow perhaps.

~Guess what happened to her job?~

The law office actually closed its doors within three to six months of this spiritual awakening.  Every client case that was pending was either quickly settled out of court or was referred to another attorney, ASAP.  No new cases were to be filed.  All of the furnishings were hauled away.  Old document files were discarded.  Stationery boxed up.  All because of a criminal case against her boss regarding ethics while conducting his practice. The court action had taken three years to conclude, and  half a year to desist pending activities.  He lost his law license to practice in Illinois during the fourth year. 

Wow.  There would be no way to meet blondi-locks if the (legal) doors are closed.  Coincidence?  Not likely. 

~No new cases!  No new cases!  No new cases!~

Satan is the one who is a captive; the one whose kingdom has been spoiled.  It will not be established here on this earth.  Why?  Because the strongman (Satan) is bound and the stuff (substance) of his intentions is spoiled.  This ‘lame duck’ knows that he is nothing but a squatter trying to holdfast his seat of rule before “time is no more.”  He pretends that he does not know that a definite day is appointed for him.   He is playing a delusional version of musical chairs—the music has stopped and the Seat is taken from him!   That hour is coming no matter how he squawks,

 “I ain’t leaving!”