Christianity Teaches Perpetual Bondage to Demons

There is a prosperity preacher named Joseph Prince, and without knowing who I am or even that I exist, he has gotten in my way.

I don’t know a great deal about Joseph Prince. The wife of my last pastor was easily fooled by frauds who made unrealistic promises on behalf of God and never talked about guilt, and she used to cite Joseph Prince on Facebook. That killed any desire I might have had to listen to him. I have read enough about him to know I don’t want anything to do with him. It doesn’t take long to spot a money preacher, and they only come in two flavors: the deceived and the crooked.

In 2014, and again last year and this year, commenters on my blog recommended a different Mr. Prince. His first name is Derek. I didn’t pay much attention.

I get a lot of bad recommendations from other Christians, and I am concerned that if I spend too much time listening to men, I won’t put time in with the Holy Spirit, who is the only reliable teacher. Most of the time, I will take a quick look at preachers who are recommended to me, unless they are obvious duds (“You need to watch Father Corapi on EWTN!”), but I didn’t check Derek Prince out.

I thought he was Joseph Prince, and then after that, I somehow got the idea that he was Joseph Prince’s dad. That’s how I remember things, anyway.

Money preachers don’t have ministries. They have lucrative family businesses, and their children automatically become preachers whether they are anointed or not. When you have a lucrative family business, you try to hire your kids, no matter how incompetent they may be. I didn’t want to hear from anyone named Prince.

You can’t inherit an anointing. It would be nice if you could, but children have free will, and many preachers have kids who are unfit to preach. Think of Elijah. He probably had children, but his ministry went to Elisha, a stranger. Think of the righteous Jewish kings whose children worshiped devils. You may be the greatest preacher on earth, with vast knowledge and authority, but your kids have to get their own.

Yesterday I was scanning Youtube, trying to find something worth watching, and I decided to give Derek Prince a try. His little thumbnail was on the right side of my screen, and he looked nothing like Joseph Prince, who dresses oddly and makes himself up a little bit like an Asian Ken doll.

Joseph Prince is from Singapore. Prince isn’t his birth name. He’s in his fifties. Derek Prince is English. He died in 2003, at the age of 88.

I can’t tell you Derek Prince is totally sound. I haven’t seen much of his material. For all I know, he went nuts at the end of his life and bought a private island and stocked it with young girls. I can be fooled like everyone else. So far, however, I like what I’ve seen.

I watched one of his teachings about deliverance from demons. It was wonderful. He said the same things I’ve been saying for years, with additional material added. Unlike me, however, he said it with an inner peace and gentleness that seemed to come from God. Peace and gentleness are two of the fruits of the Holy Spirit.

When you watch famous American preachers, you hear something different. They’re aggressive. They’re loud. They’re silly. Their presence and the presence of God are not similar at all.

To some extent, I am the product of American prosperity preachers. I’m a charismatic, and the Mammon infection has taken over almost every charismatic church. All of our big-time leaders, without any exceptions I can think of, are corrupted. T.D. Jakes, Joyce Meyer, Joel Osteen, the Roberts family, Paula White, Benny Hinn, Kenneth Copeland, Creflo Dollar, Jentezen Franklin, the Crouches, virtually everyone on TBN and Daystar…name a name, and you are nearly sure to find Mammon sponsoring the ministry.

I love Perry Stone, but he runs around with Steve Munsey, who is as crooked as a dog’s hind leg.

Someone recommended Andrew Wommack to me. I have met Mr. Wommack. I went to one of his meetings in Miami. One of his sub-pastors or whatever they’re called prayed for me and told me things about myself. He may have been telling the truth, or he may have been speaking flattery that came from the wrong spirit. I needed correction more than anything, but he told me I was a seer and made me feel important.

Andrew Wommack knows a lot about God, and you can learn a lot from him, but he’s on the prosperity bandwagon. He praises Joyce Meyer. When you listen to Andrew Wommack, you have to have God’s help in order to know what to reject.

I haven’t heard John Bevere push the prosperity gospel yet. Maybe he does. I know him, and he seems like a very humble and sincere person, but I know him because he spoke at Trinity Church, along with prosperity preachers Steve Munsey and Rich Wilkerson. I was his driver. I don’t know how he felt about their teaching.

Financial prosperity is a very, very minor part of Christianity, and it is not tied to tithes and offerings, except that God may withhold financial help if you take part in the prosperity gospel by giving money to Mammon’s preachers. Psalm 41 promises earthly blessings to those who are good to the poor, but prosperity preachers aren’t poor.

I have been greatly influenced by the American prosperity gospel industry, so even though I reject their nonsense, I have flaws commonly seen in TV preachers. They can be coarse. They are not gentle. They often forget they’re preachers and descend into standup comedy. They get more excited about the power of God than the divine love that should flow through us. I can be unrefined, rough, and overly assertive.

It was neat to listen to Derek Prince, because he repeated many of the same things I repeat, but he did it in a gentle way, without pride or anger. He comes across like a woodworker, shaping parts and putting projects together. Preachers puff and bark and caper for attention. Woodworkers just show up and do their jobs. They don’t wear purple suits and white shoes. They don’t corner the market on hair spray and show up with giant pompadour hairdos. They don’t shake and scream. Usually. They don’t stop in the middle of jobs and tell you they can’t continue unless you give them more money.

Derek Prince said something I always say. He said demons were persons without bodies. I don’t put it that way, but I tell people demons are human beings. The human race created them. Our forebears had sex with fallen angels, and they gave rise to a race of what God considers bastards. God killed the bastards in order to save the human race, and now the souls of the bastards afflict us. Demons aren’t a separate race. They’re our relatives.

Prince talked about the great importance of casting out demons. He felt the same way about it as I do. Jesus talked about demons throughout his ministry, and he cast them out as a matter of daily routine. He wasn’t embarrassed about it. It was a big part of his job. Jesus came to help us receive the Holy Spirit, and in order to give the Holy Spirit power in us, he had to crush the power of the spiritual squatters and illegal aliens that live in us. You can’t serve more than one master.

The Catholic church is supposedly “the” Christian church. They teach that there is no other church, and that the rest of us go to hell. In Catholicism, exorcisms are rare, and they are performed by a few special people. Many Protestant churches are even worse. They teach that Satan and demons don’t exist, or they privately acknowledge them and publicly keep silent and allow them free reign. Jesus and Derek Prince didn’t agree with that. They knew demons were common and that exorcism should be performed in all churches (and homes and workplaces) as a matter of course.

It’s neat to see a calm, elderly man who isn’t obsessed with money talk about fighting demons. It’s tragic that people with his understanding are so rare in the church. Demons cause things like disease, mental illness, homosexuality and other fetishes, and addiction, and there are almost no churches where suffers can go and expect, with any real confidence, to be delivered.

We don’t deliver people, so they sink deeper into sin, and then they reproduce, and our enemies multiply. We are building the army that will drive us off the planet, and we are helping them on their way to hell.

This is the opposite of our purpose.

Think how different a miracle-filled church that teaches sanctification would be. If you have something inside you which you can’t control, you go to church, and they cast it out. They show you how to keep it out. You see how much better things are with God, and you realize how much you need to change, so you run back to church every time the door opens. That’s how it should work. Instead, we tell people God will make them poor if they don’t pay for our trashy mansions and jets, and we send them home worse off than they were had they never met us.

I wonder what percentage of Christians have had demons cast out of them. Maybe 1%? I know MOST Christians have them, so most Christians are in serious trouble and are not receiving help. We claim we serve God, but we serve demons all day long. They destroy our peace, they get us in trouble, and they kill us with disease.

Christians get very angry when you tell them they may have demons. Many of us think we became totally righteous as soon as we recited the sinner’s prayer, and we think any person who says we have demons is attacking us. It’s a rotten attitude, and you can probably guess whether demons are partially behind it.

Derek Prince pointed out something interesting. He said that unforgiveness gives demons divine permission to remain in us. You can die of a demon-caused illness because you won’t forgive. He referred the scripture about the man who was delivered to the tormentors because he wouldn’t forgive a debt.

I still have problems with anger and vengefulness. I pray for help every day, and I cast out the spirits behind it. I know what it is to have God’s love projected through me, and that’s how I want to live. On a few occasions, God has caused his love to flow through me, and it was wonderful. You can’t have love without peace; it’s a package deal. I believe I’m supposed to feel that way all the time, but I am subject to a great deal of provocation, and I stumble a lot, so I don’t have a state of consistent love. Ultimately, that’s my fault. I can’t blame people who provoke me. If I claim they have the power to change my heart, then I deny that I have the power to get it fixed, and God will honor my declaration.

Lately, God has been teaching me a lot about sanctification, and I have been purging my house and habits of things that open doors. I threw out a huge pile of music CD’s. I threw out books. I know I can get delivered from spirits, but if I hold onto things demons like, they still have the house key.

I had a problem with kidney stones recently. I have come to believe this is caused by a spirit. I think I opened the door by writing cruel things about a person, as a sneaky form of vengeance. I try not to be vengeful, but anger has a way of finding a way out of a vessel. It will locate every pinhole.

I’ve gone over things I’ve written, and I’ve destroyed items I considered to be problematic. I don’t want kidney stones or vengefulness.

One of the worst things about disease is the emotional component. This has been a problem for me all my life. I think some people are oblivious to it, but physical diseases often change your desires and emotions.

I remember going to a doctor for treatment for a sore throat. I told him the thing I really hated was the terrible anxiety that came with it. He had no idea what I was talking about. I’ve had a lot of sore throats in my life, and often, they came with inexplicable anxiety.

I’ve found that the common cold comes with a strongly heightened feeling of sexual desire. Explain that if you can. Why would you want sex when you’re miserable and don’t even feel like going outside to get the paper?

Kidney stones bring anxiety and feelings of darkness, even before the physical symptoms show up. They keep me awake and give me disturbing dreams.

Yesterday, I realized I had another kidney stone. I had been feeling odd all week, and then I had a physical symptom which proved I had a stone.

I had a crazy dream a few days ago. I dreamed my dad and I were sleeping in a small room with concrete block walls. My dad got up in the middle of the night, wandered over to my bed, and stood over me in the dark, asking over and over, “How do I get out of here?” He was frantic.

I do not want to insult my dad or dishonor him in any way, but in order to tell the story, I have to say some negative things. My dad has always been abusive, and abusive people have a way of absorbing other people. They treat other people as though they were parts of their own body, there to serve them without any feelings to be considered. Abusive people don’t perceive boundaries. Often, they are exhibitionists, because you don’t cover yourself up in front of your own body part or a slave. They are often dirty, because they feel it’s okay to force contact with their intimate secretions on people who have no personal sovereignty.

Abusive people make you feel violated and soiled. They make you want to wash. My sister is very abusive, and I have thrown out presents she gave me, because touching them made me feel filthy.

The thing I perceived in my dream was not my dad. It was the spirit that afflicts me when the spirit that runs my dad causes him to behave badly toward me. My dad gives in to his demon and does outrageous things to upset me, and then another demon that works on me cooperates with it and torments and provokes me.

The demon that approached me was all the bad things I perceive when my dad is out of line. It was a hot, sweaty man who was grossly overweight. He needed a shower. I could feel drops of his sweat and saliva falling on me while he spoke to me. His bare, hairy, sweaty, gritty belly rubbed against me while he talked to me. He was way too close. His looming presence cut off the fresh air.

He was also making his problem my problem, as though I had some kind of duty to jump when he was inconvenienced.

I wasn’t angry at him in the dream; I thought he was my dad. I just wanted him to back up a few paces and be quiet. Then I could help him get out, and there would be peace.

The dream came from the kidney stone I didn’t know I had.

I have been taking communion every day for a while. It’s very helpful. Yesterday I repented of lashing out with words. I did that, and I purged certain things I had written. I prayed for God to heal me and cleanse me of anger and vengefulness. After a while, I had to use the bathroom, and I passed the stone.

I can’t describe how much different I felt. The anxiety was gone. I wasn’t angry. I can’t say I was suffused with God’s love, but things looked totally different. I think I took away some things a demon was using to hold onto me, and it had to go. In the dream, it asked me how to get out, and it looks like I showed it the door.

I wonder if demons ever desire to go away. They probably do. Who ever said being a demon was a fun job?

At least some of them come to us because they are ordered to. It has to be unpleasant to be assigned to a Christian who fights you and creates an environment which scares and repels you. Much easier to set up housekeeping in Charlie Sheen or Lady Gaga.

Demons are mutinous. Many Christians teach that evil spirits have great unity. That’s not true. They’re proud. They’re lawbreakers. They jockey for power. Satan doesn’t have any loyal servants in the spirit world.

When you think about evil spirits, you have to use common sense. Demons are people, and fallen angels are similar to people. How do people act after a mutiny? Before the mutiny, sailors are terrified of their captain because the government is behind him. Afterward, they have a new leader the government doesn’t recognize or help. Their fear and respect disappear because they realize he has no power, and then they challenge him.

Satan doesn’t have real authority. He’s just a gangster who holds his shaky position through brutality and intimidation. The spirits he pushes around will gladly disobey him if they can. They envy him and hate him.

It’s amazing how filthy I let myself get, and how blind I have been to it since turning back to God. No wonder I still have problems. I became very jaded. I wasn’t able to see what was wrong with me. Repeated sin brings bondage, and it also brings delusion that prevents you from seeing the problem.

I am going to keep watching Derek Prince. I hope I don’t get deeply into it and then discover a video in which he endorses Hitler or tries to sell people Ouija boards. In any case, he is right about some very important things, so I will watch as long as it continues to pay off.