Six or Seven Impossible Things After Breakfast

I got another breakthrough today.

I was praying this morning, and I felt something moving around inside me. I felt tension and worry, and I knew they weren’t mine.

Years ago, I was afraid to tell people I had seen or felt demons, but now I’m pretty open about it, because I don’t have much respect for the unfounded opinions of ignorant people who think demons don’t exist. This morning, I experienced feelings I knew did not come from me, and that always means a demon is present.

As I have said before, we all have demons, unless there is someone somewhere who has managed to get so completely delivered he never has to battle them. You may not know you have demons, but they are there. Maybe you have an addiction. Maybe you have a disease caused by a demon. Maybe you’re mentally ill. You’re not special; demons are like ticks on dogs, and they are in your life no matter how holy you think you are.

I started asking God to tell me what kind of spirit was churning my insides, and after a while, I started thinking about envy. I didn’t expect that.

It’s embarrassing to talk about envy. Some iniquities are not embarrassing to talk about. It’s easy to admit you’re stubborn or that you have a bad temper, but no one wants to own up to envy. I hate envy. I don’t just hate it in others; I hate it in myself. I would never knowingly let it influence me. I consider it disgusting and contemptible. Still, there is a difference between hating an iniquity and not having it. You can have an iniquity you control, caused by a demon that won’t leave in spite of its inability to rule you. For example, there are bisexual Christian men who have not been delivered yet are faithful to their wives.

“Envy” is a word that isn’t defined well. Many of us think it’s the same thing as jealousy. I’m not talking about jealousy. I’m talking about something hostile. A jealous person will want what you have. An envious person will feel malice toward you because you have it. An envious person is less concerned about having blessings like yours than in seeing you lose what you have.

Leftism is inherently envious. Leftists love the idea of taking good things away from people who are more successful than they are, even if they, themselves, don’t prosper from the taking.

My high school French teacher said there was a difference between a Frenchman and an American. He said an American who saw someone driving a nice car would think, “I’d love to have a car like that some day.” A Frenchman would think, “I’d love to pull him out of that car and make him walk.”

I don’t know if that’s a fair generalization, but it shows what “envy” means.

I felt that God had spoken to me, so I used my supernatural weapons and cursed envy with defeat and told it to leave. Afterward, I felt like a balloon that had been partially deflated. Except for one brief period during which someone tried to provoke me, I have felt very good since doing battle with the demon. I feel somewhat drained, as though I had been expecting a jail sentence and received an acquittal.

The primary thing I felt because of the spirit’s presence wasn’t envy. It was tension. It felt like my insides were being twisted. I couldn’t rest. After the spirit was defeated, that all left me.

After I went through this, a surprising number of good things happened. I got started on some important work involving cleaning up files. I got proof my alarm was monitored, for my home insurer. I went through a ledger for a condominium association, called their management company, resolved a longstanding problem, and put a check in the mail. I made arrangements with my fixed wireless company so I could try a new Internet cell tower. I called Florida’s revenue department and got rid of a $15,000 invoice they sent me because of an error. I contacted the probate division of the clerk of the court and got advice on proceeding with the administration of my dad’s estate. I researched some legal points to help me with the work.

My dad and I worked things out so he had virtually nothing in his estate when he died, and when you have that type of estate, you can avoid formal probate. There was one account, however, that threatened to cause a problem. My dad was in charge of it, and I needed to get him replaced in order to be able to avoid probate. I could not find the papers for the account anywhere. I didn’t think they existed.

I went through his awful files for quite a while, and I couldn’t find anything. I still got a blessing, because I threw out pounds of papers that were just taking up space. I don’t need his correspondence with his old college writing professor, for example. I didn’t need files regarding a union contract he negotiated for a crane and rigging company.

I found emails from a couple of women who tried to hook him after he was past 80. Surprising and disgraceful. I can understand why an old man with dementia would want companionship, but the women have no excuse. Clearly, God protected me from them and saved my dad’s estate for me.

I researched the law in order to find out what to do about the account. I contacted the institution that holds the account. I saw that I really needed the papers.

I took another look in the files, and suddenly, the papers appeared. I found a document naming my dad’s successor, in case he died. I was hoping he named me, because it would make things simpler. His first choice was an aunt of mine. Not a problem. She passed years ago, so she was no longer eligible. The document named her successor. Another aunt. She died this year, a month after my dad. Then I saw the third name: mine!

I’m amazed that he named me. He never told me at the time. This was over 30 years ago, and as far as I know, at the time, he thought I was an idiot. He put two housewives on the list in front of me, which is not flattering, but at least I was in there somewhere.

I was all set. I filled out the proper forms, gathered the required documents, and emailed the financial institution. Within a few days or weeks, the account will be out of my dad’s name, and I’ll be controlling it. As soon as I get notification, I can file for administration without probate, and my dad’s estate will close in a hurry.

If I had gotten the probate mess rolling right after my dad died, my aunt, who was demented, would have been alive, and there would have been problems. She has been gone for two months. The delays I experienced with other estate-related matters took me past the date of her death, and now I won’t have to involve her or her family.

It’s as if a dam broke. So many things that needed to be done got done today.

Here’s something they don’t teach you in church: there are reasons why you have problems you can’t defeat, and usually, you’re to blame. No one likes to hear that. We all want to hear that God will bless us silly no matter what we do, as long as we have faith. We don’t want to repent or confess. The Bible says a curse does not alight without a cause, and the Bible is the word of God.

You may be doing things you shouldn’t be doing, like adultery, yoga, or astrology. Maybe you celebrate Halloween. You may own things that should not be in your house, like occult movie disks, games of chance, erotic materials, good luck charms, or idols. You may be associating too closely with people who are children of darkness; you may be sleeping with one every night and telling yourself you’re going to save that person for God through shacking up. I don’t know what your situation is, but you are definitely blocking God’s blessings in your life, and you are holding doors open for Satan so he can afflict your family.

Unless you’re exceptional, you surely harbor spirits that need to be cast out.

When you fail to clean up your life, curses linger on you. Blockages stand between you and things like health, financial prosperity, peace, marriage, and reproduction. Other people will oppress you. They will control or take what you own. You will have enemies who win all the time, even though you pray.

Every time you cast out a demon or throw out something God hates, you will get a breakthrough. The more you work at cleaning your life up, the more strongholds will fall.

You’re like a ridge of snow, holding back your own avalanche of blessings.

This stuff works. People don’t know about it because most preachers are ignorant and weak.

The other day, I was reading Jude. It describes modern pastors perfectly. It calls leaders who spew fables “clouds without water.” In the Bible, the Hebrew children followed a cloud during the day. Water represents the Holy Spirit, who guides people through prophecy and prayer in tongues. Most preachers aren’t baptized with the Holy Spirit, and almost none of those who are speak in tongues enough to get guidance.

Jude also said such people were “carried about of winds.” We are supposed to be the head, not the tail. The head leads; it doesn’t follow. Most preachers blow with the wind. They let the untutored crowds lead, because the crowds pay their salaries. In the Bible, winds represent spirits.

Jude called such people “trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots.” In the Bible, trees are people. Psalm 1 says a righteous man is like a tree planted by the rivers of water (tongues and prophecy) which brings forth its fruit in its time. Jesus said, “Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire. Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them.” You may have heard that “fruit” means “works,” but it actually means people. Bad preachers bring forth bad fruit. “Twice dead” means bad preachers were dead before they were saved and that they gave up their new lives by going back to sin.

Jude uses the phrase “reefs at your feasts” to describe corrupt leaders. The King James Bible says they are “spots,” but it’s a mistranslation. The actual Greek word means “reefs.” It’s perfect. Think of the way a reef works. They don’t stand up out of the water and scare you into steering around them. When you approach a reef, you think everything is fine until it rips the hull out from under you. That’s how preachers like Benny Hinn and Kenneth Copeland are. They make people feel secure, and then those people crash on the rocks because their Christianity is a farce.

My old pastor, Rich Wilkerson, was a major reef. He would pat you on the back and tell you how great you were, while he knew you were destroying yourself. Useless. Worse than useless. A merely useless pastor can’t lead you to ruin.

You have to let the Holy Spirit clean you out. Faith is useless without obedience and holiness. You need real knowledge. You need to learn about demons and get free of them. You need to go through your house and throw a lot of things out. You need to think of all the people you associate with and start cutting people off.

I am very tired. I did a lot of things that were not enjoyable today, but it was a wonderful day of victory, nonetheless.

Today I was thinking about people I used to interact with as a political blogger. Almost none continue to be part of my life. I wonder how many laugh at me and think I’ve gone nuts. I also wonder how many of them are posting the kinds of things I post, saying their lives are beautiful and that things keep getting better. Precious few, I promise you. They’re still chasing their tails, calling liberals “asshats” and thinking posting memes and linking to diatribes will fix America. They’re going nowhere. America won’t be fixed, and the squabbling and vitriol will never cease.

Some people who say they’ve seen hell say the people there never stop fighting. It reminds me of the political fray. It never slows down, and there is never any real progress.

Thanks to God and his patience, I finally live in peace. I don’t punch a clock or go to an office. I don’t drive in traffic. I don’t get acid indigestion from reading the news, because I don’t read it. My financial needs are met, better than I expected them to be. I don’t have a single person in my life who has the power to make me miserable. I spend time in God’s presence every day, and he keeps making my life better.

You tell me who’s nuts.

I was insane to get caught up in politics and online verbal abuse. I was piling hot coals on myself. America is great, but it’s not where my joy, safety, or prosperity come from, and it’s definitely going to go down the toilet regardless of what we do. I depend on a source that never runs dry. I wish I had been smart enough to come around 25 years ago.

The people who are blogging about politics or taking sticks to rallies and having urine thrown on them by murderous Antifa punks aren’t doing anything worthwhile. They’re making things worse. They’re wasting their lives. None of that stuff has has any value. On the list of ways to waste your life doing something you think is important, it may even surpass working as an actor or professional athlete.

Conservatives and Christians come home from fights with Antifa bleeding and in pain. Seems like they always lose. It appears to me that the conservatives who are really defeating Antifa are at home enjoying God’s presence and his help. The best way to beat Antifa is to be a person they can’t touch, who continues to live a blessed life no matter what they’re throwing at people this week.

I expect to keep coming back and posting more stories of progress and increased blessing. You can get on the same track, any time you want.

Don’t wait as long as I did.